The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Arthur's eyes blazed with intensity, making her shiver. "The chair is made of oak, you're wearing flats, and yet you claim you're unsteady?"

Alyssa's face flushed with embarrassment and then went pale. She stuttered, "Arthur, this is too harsh. What about the bond between the Wrights and the Linklaters?" Arthur's words were cold and direct, cutting deep. "There's no bond between us. You're trying to pin blame on my wife out of thin air. I won't forgive that!"

Alyssa stood frozen like a shattered porcelain doll, her gaze filled with venom as she stared at Sasha.

Sasha, throughout this ordeal, hadn't said a word. Her elegance was unmarred, dressed in simple yet flawless attire.

She didn't need to speak or act; Arthur's support was her vindication.

Alyssa was seething with hatred.

Sasha's brows furrowed slightly as she checked on Winston, adjusting his IV with concern. When she finally addressed Alyssa, her voice was cold, "If not for the fact you're Winston's sister, I'd have no qualms about ending you."

Her ruthless tone sent shivers down Alyssa and her attendants' spines.

"Were you so desperate to grasp at the lifeline Winston offered? Do you realize your actions could have drowned him, putting him in greater peril than you faced?"

piercing gaze

fumbled with her words, "In that moment, survival was all I could think

you would have waited for me to rescue you, rather than endangering Winston.

They knew the truth would reach the

the twilight, the first thing he saw was Sasha's caring face. His small hand reached for hers, and after a thorough check ensuring he was fine,

streaming, "Winston, you scared me to

her act was palpable, but young Winston, innocent and pure-hearted, comforted her, "Sis, I'm okay. Don't be

bi-colored lotus, now closed into a bud. Despite the butler's

at the sight of the lotus was genuine,

shared a smile, promising to bring Winston to their wedding, setting

over their wedding plans, declared a bold move. "Let the internet buzz.

spectacle for the world to see, proving

the decision, her morning irritation forgotten

as he

tone, "Sweetheart, what would you like to eat? I'll cook