The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Picking up the phone, Cordelia's voice was indeed hushed, "Hey Viv, I heard from Leo that it was you who asked him to have a heart-to-heart with Flynn. Your aunt feels terrible about it and insisted I call to say thanks."

Vivienne replied calmly, "No need to thank me, Cordelia. Leo was just bumming around; a dinner invite is more than enough."

Cordelia chuckled on the other end, "Can't just treat a guest who's been such a big help so casually. I remember Leo loves my homemade pasta. I'll whip up a batch later."

Vivienne remembered something, "Oh, Cordelia, aunt gave me a locket last time we met by the elevator, said it was a family heirloom. I'll bring it over next time."

Cordelia sighed, "Delilah, always thinking of these sentimental things... If only things could have been different... Ah."

Realizing she might have said too much, Cordelia quickly changed the subject, "Don't overthink it, Viv. Your aunt's just a bit sensitive. I'll take care of the locket." Vivienne nodded, not pressing further.

It was clear Cordelia cared deeply for her sister, and some truths might not be entirely objective anyway.

After hanging up, Vivienne listened to the faint sounds outside from Mr. Wolf.

After a busy morning, the sudden calm made Vivienne feel a wave of exhaustion.

She lay down and fell into a deep sleep within minutes, her dreams continuing from before.

This time, she witnessed Abigail consuming a human heart, blood dripping everywhere, her eyes fixed on Vivienne, a strange smile on her lips, "Vivienne, they're nothing compared to you!" Vivienne's eyes turned cold; she tried to summon her power, but found herself restrained, her abilities gone.

Abigail's figure approached, her beautiful face cloaked in malice, her blood-dripping fingertip aimed straight at Vivienne's heart.

Waking up again, Vivienne frowned at the empty room.

Getting up, she checked the room's arrangement.

She never believed in old wives' tales.

If the first time was due to hormonal imbalances from pregnancy, then this time must have been influenced by external factors.

These dreams clearly meant someone was trying to manipulate her emotions.

Everything in the room was familiar, even the jars Sasha mentioned contained nothing harmful to the fetus, nor anything that could stimulate one's psyche.

The only other items were her and Mr. Wolf's everyday belongings.

had Abigail

found Vivienne standing by the table,

Wolf, do you

holding to approach, "Viv, don't worry. We've secured the area. She can't get close, and neither can anyone else." "Don't let these emotions get to

Vivienne nodded.

Mr. Wolf was right.

wouldn't need to lift a

Vivienne was no

trail amongst these belongings and

It was clear.

her outright, Abigail seemed to

animal bleed out a bit before the kill, ensuring the

moment Alyssa targeted Mr. Wolf, Vivienne sensed

those she cared about to drive her to madness

underestimated her strength

Mr. Wolf, and

her arms around his neck, "It's okay, Mr. Wolf. Take me

her tightly,

a spoon, and offered it to her, "Here, eat

insisted, "You're not feeling well. Let

If you fuss over me like this every day, I

clearly fond of the idea, "Even better. That way, I can always be with you and

Wolf couldn't seriously be

only managing half the soup, Vivienne shook

changed since finding out about the pregnancy, suddenly averse

push, wiping her mouth with a napkin and handing her water, "If your stomach's upset, we can wait

took a

she had no desire for the

it

was a trap set by

I think we should keep the pregnancy under wraps for

quicker way to draw out Abigail, "Mr. Wolf, maybe we can use this news as

"No way!"