The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Guests had yet to lay eyes on Karen's calligraphy when Roger, the cheeky old man, made a swift exit, fearing someone might snatch the masterpiece from him. The crowd called after him, "Roger, let us have a look before you dash off!" But Roger wasn't having any of it. He hadn't paid a dime for it. What if someone offered a higher bid after just one glance? sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The crowd: Such a renowned artist, and yet so petty!

Karen just laughed it off, unbothered, as a glare of pure jealousy shot her way. Turning towards the source of the glare, her lips curled into a smile, charming and alluring.

Alyssa's once bustling exhibit of calligraphy was now deserted. Some guests wore expressions of regret; even the gentleman who had made an offer was eager to see Karen's work. A rage uncontained shimmered in her eyes. She couldn't accept this reality. She was supposed to be the star of the show, confident of victory, yet she lost!

She was Alyssa Wright of Rivenwood, raised in a family that valued arts and culture, praised for her intelligence and diligence by her tutors. She was no amateur. How could Karen surpass her!

Kate stopped reading the live stream comments, wishing she could smash her phone. Had she known the outcome would be this, she would have never suggested a live vote. The embarrassment wasn't just on Alyssa but also on the entire Wright family of Rivenwood!

After three rounds, Karen, parched and tired, took a sip from her glass of water, savoring it, "What a refreshing drink!" She approached Alyssa, chin slightly lifted, looking down at her, "Are you still up for the challenge?"

flushed, "So what if you won the first three rounds? Are you asking this to

away the bubbles before taking a sip, "I was just asking, why do

She aimed to portray Karen as arrogant and disrespectful in front of a national

image took a hit, with only a few

This time, all eyes were on Karen She stood before her canvas, a picture of elegance, as if she had stepped

to dance on

over to Alyssa's side. Alyssa, determined not to be outdone again, chose a grand ink painting, aiming to overshadow Karen's work. As she worked her brush, creating majestic

those who stayed were captivated, watching

depth, a rare talent in conveying the essence of nature. Alyssa,

Approaching Karen's canvas, they

it was as if they could smell the fragrance. Karen's work, simple yet profound, captured the essence of the scene with a few strokes. The onlookers were

in disbelief, whispering to herself that it couldn't be possible. Kate, filled with regret, clenched her

Karen, radiant, addressed Kate, "About that live vote we talked about,