The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

At this very moment, even a brief second of tranquility was more than Ramona could bear.

She had been rattled to her core by the surveillance footage, tears streaming down her face as she screamed, "This is it! I've said all I can say! Please, please let me go! I haven't even started anything! It wasn't me who messed with your mom; it was all the Grimshaws. I was cornered. I was truly forced!"

Vivienne settled back on the couch, her gaze drifting lightly over Ramona. It was unclear whether she believed her or not. She crossed her legs and said nothing.

Percival had been silent since the beginning, his eyes only on Vivienne, not deviating in the slightest, playing the role of the devoted husband to perfection. Ramona's eyes flickered swiftly.

It seemed like a flash of resentment passed through them.

But it was so quick no one saw.

"Ma'am." Anna stood by her, Ramona's tireless voice echoing in her ears.

She turned a deaf ear, simply waiting for Vivienne's command.

It was hard to tell how much time had passed before Vivienne finally spoke indifferently, "Let her go."

The evening wind sliced across Ramona's face like a blade.

She sped along the freeway, scenes from the night's confrontation with Vivienne racing through her mind.

Her heart burned with fury!

If it weren't for the mission, if her meridians hadn't been altered, preventing her from using force!

She would've twisted Vivienne's head off herself!

Ramona's eyes were dark with malice, focused on the road ahead, completely oblivious to the black car tailing her closely.

In an unseen corner, two figures vanished swiftly into the darkness.

passing the Rivenwood toll booth, they headed

through, Vivienne had just finished her nightly routine and was ready for bed. His message read, [Donald is on it; the target

[Keep on her tail; we need to know who's

few terse messages sent,

The next day.

eyes, Percival

her phone, and a message from Matthew popped up immediately, [At seven

"What happened?"

hesitation, Vivienne got out of bed and called

with Donald last night, but this morning, there's been no response to calls or texts. We've heard from the

"Alert everyone, find Donald-dead or

Mystics Society, search every nook of Rivenwood,

couldn't afford to

Vivienne grabbed her gear and headed

the apartment, her phone vibrated.

enough, [Next time, I won't go

gunpowder, the glass vials were filled with an unknown

replied, [Who dares to hurt mine will pay

The Ellington family.

down for long. Messages from the other side

the morning, as Huxley was sneaking out like always, a delicate voice suddenly burst forth,

turned to see Mara and breathed a sigh of relief, "You scared me half to death. What are you doing up this

locked up by that maniac Vivienne? What have you been up to these days, sneaking around? Didn't you say you were going to take over

right

this-I'm still at Vivienne's mercy. If you have even a shred of sibling love left, don't drag me down with

grown up with Wendy, always had

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his courage to face Mara, "What are you thinking? How could I