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.

Rivenwood toll booth, they

Vivienne had just finished her nightly routine and was ready for bed. His message

on her tail; we

a few terse messages sent, Vivienne

The next day.

opened her eyes, Percival was already gone from her

popped up immediately,

"What happened?"

out of bed

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

everyone,

"Issue the Order of Nine Mystics Society, search every nook

couldn't afford to

Vivienne grabbed her gear and

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

was chilling enough, [Next time, I won't

was a picture of Donald tied to a post, strapped with the latest model of a time bomb-instead of gunpowder, the glass vials were filled with an

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

The Ellington family.

had finally regained his 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

as Huxley was sneaking out like always, a

a sigh of relief, "You scared

what it felt like to be locked up by that maniac Vivienne? What have you been up to these days, sneaking around? Didn't you say you were

replied, "What's the rush? I'm waiting for the right moment. When it

you're planning, just remember this-I'm still at Vivienne's mercy. If you have even a shred of sibling love left, don't drag me down with you, or I won't be so

Mara, having grown up with Wendy,

core and involuntarily stepped back. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

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