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.

the Rivenwood toll booth, they headed straight for the

message came through, Vivienne had just finished her nightly routine and was ready for bed. His message read, [Donald is on it; the target is moving towards Capital Edge Estates, still

her tail; we need to know who's

sent, Vivienne

The next day.

her eyes, Percival was already

a message from Matthew popped up immediately, [At seven sharp

"What happened?"

hesitation, Vivienne got out of bed and called

but composed, "I was in contact with Donald last night, but this morning, there's been no response to calls

"Alert everyone, find Donald-dead or

Nine Mystics Society, search every nook of Rivenwood, including the suburbs. We must

couldn't afford to

her gear and headed

the apartment, her phone vibrated. She checked it swiftly, not

that came was chilling enough, [Next time, I

words was a picture of Donald tied to a post, strapped with the latest model of a time bomb-instead of gunpowder, the

she replied, [Who dares to hurt mine will pay with their

The Ellington family.

Messages from the other side came daily, as if certain he posed no threat, urging him to proceed

as Huxley was sneaking out like always,

relief, "You scared me half to death. What are you doing up

arms crossed, stepped forward, "I should be asking you that. Have you forgotten what it felt like to be locked up by that maniac Vivienne?

I'm waiting for the right moment. When it comes, you'll have your chance to

Vivienne's mercy. If you have even a shred of sibling love left, don't drag me down with

of presence, Mara, having grown up with Wendy, always had the upper hand

his core and involuntarily stepped back. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet

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