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.

booth, they headed straight

bed. His message read, [Donald is on it; the target is

her tail; we need to

few terse messages sent, Vivienne turned off her

The next day.

Percival was already gone from

popped up immediately,

"What happened?"

Vivienne got out

bit rushed but composed, "I was in contact with Donald last night, but this morning, there's been no response to calls or texts. We've heard from the people watching Ramona's place that she's back from the

"Alert everyone, find

up quickly, then dialed Draven, "Issue the Order of Nine Mystics Society, search every nook of Rivenwood, including the suburbs.

couldn't afford

grabbed her gear

phone vibrated. She checked it swiftly,

came was chilling enough, [Next time, I won't go easy

the latest model of a time bomb-instead of gunpowder, the glass vials were filled with an unknown green liquid. The sender

[Who dares to hurt mine will pay

The Ellington family.

freedom after that interrogation. But he hadn't kept his head down for long. Messages from the other side came daily, as if certain he posed no threat, urging him to

was sneaking out like

Mara and breathed a sigh of relief, "You scared me half to death. What are you

by that maniac Vivienne? What have you been up to these days, sneaking around? Didn't

"What's the rush? I'm waiting for the right

remember this-I'm still at Vivienne's mercy. If you have even a shred of sibling

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a moment of flickering eyes, Huxley gathered his courage to face Mara, "What are you thinking? How could I possibly