The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Dracon shook his head in panic, knowing all too well why he was here, yet hoping against hope that his actions could somehow be justified.

Arthur advanced on him, grabbing Dracon by the shirt and glaring with such fury that it seemed to emanate the dominance of someone born to lead. "It was you! You're the one who gave Alyssa that voice recorder!"

Caught in Arthur's iron grip, Dracon's face was a mask of terror. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he stammered, "Bro, please... I just... I lost my head for a moment. Please, let me off this time..."

But excuses would do Dracon no good; not when Arthur was this enraged.

He shouldn't have voluntarily entered the Linklater family's surveillance room.

Had he heeded the warnings, he wouldn't have been caught so swiftly-like a moth drawn to flame, he had sealed his own fate.

Sasha approached, her presence commanding. "Besides the voice recorder, what else did you give Alyssa?"

Dracon's eyes darted away, caught off guard by her insight. But before he could react further, Arthur's fist connected with his face, numbing his cheek and drawing blood from the corner of his mouth. His legs trembled beneath him.

Arthur's voice was a low growl, barely containing his rage. "My wife asked you a question. Answer her!"

shake his head, his voice trembling. "I... I also gave her

Arthur, begging for mercy he knew wouldn't come. "Please, don't tell Dad... He'd disown me, and I... I

have been cast

etched across his face, then anger. "Why? Why am I the one to go? When you and Hector were away, I was the one who kept this

If not for me keeping things running smoothly

When you drugged our father, did you think I

Dracon had underestimated the

believed, with even

desperate, Dracon's defiance was a sad testament to his craving for recognition in a family that seemed to overshadow him at

doomed.

and unyielding, posed a final question, highlighting the core

bowed in shame, whispered, "Together in glory, together

you chose this

of his actions driven by a deep-seated need for validation-a need that had led him to the brink of

the Linklaters. Better yet, he thought, to take Vivienne and get the hell away from the

But he failed.