The Million-Dollar Heart

In the dimly lit basement of a house tucked away in the sleepy suburb of Rivenwood, Calista found herself inexplicably transported to this place, shrouded in darkness.

She huddled on the cold floor, with the constant, eerie sound of dripping water echoing throughout the room. Each drop seemed to land directly on her heart, causing her to shiver uncontrollably. The bruises from Mr. B's beating had not fully healed, and she winced at the occasional twinge of pain.

After what felt like an eternity, punctuated only by drifting in and out of sleep, Calista finally heard footsteps approaching.

Scrambling to kneel, she began to plead toward the sound, "Mr. B, I've done it - I've developed the Boar Poison, just like the sample you gave me. Please, I beg you, let me go!"

Click.

A blinding light suddenly filled the room, causing her to squeeze her eyes shut in pain and fear.

"You've got the wrong person, sweetheart. Stand up."

Calista's heart skipped a beat at the sound of the voice, not unlike the mechanical tone Mr. B had once used before dropping her facade.

As her eyes adjusted, she could make out a figure dressed just like Mr. B - a trench coat and a fedora shadowing his face.

"You're not Mr. B?" She whispered, disbelief lacing her words.

"I'm the boss, the one she answered to. Call me boss if you like, but I'm not fond of the title. I prefer you call me F-Poison." F-Poison dusted off her coat nonchalantly. "Ah, got it. You thought I was Belle because of the outfit, right?"

Despite her terror, Calista could detect a note of amusement in the grating mechanical voice.

F-Poison's smile was there, but the aura he exuded - one of unflinching ruthlessness - was never present in Mr. B.

"Belle is Mr. B. I told her that name was too harsh, not fitting for a girl. 'Clementine' would've been much cuter. Don't you agree, Dr. Pendleton?" F-Poison squatted in front of Calista, seemingly earnest in her inquiry.

Calista

approvingly, "That's my girl. It's a shame, really. Raising her to be wiped out just like

mind raced. Mr. B

explain the

would you have me do? I

life hung by a thread, useful only for

face as he patted her head. "Good girl. I do have a task for you if

I'm willing, Mr. F. Whatever you ask of me!" Calista agreed instantly,

"Then brace yourself."

the face. As Calista fell, her consciousness fading. She watched F-Poison reshape her features with her

bones, and a simple disguise won't work. I have to reshape your bones." Feeling the beating and filled with misery, Calista blacked

At the Ellington family.

rarely complete, and tonight was an exception. With Fiona in her wheelchair, brought by Heloise, and even the elusive Kenneth present, there was a sense of

sitting beside him as naturally as if she

family, she had never dared to claim such intimacy with Richard. Yet here was Vivienne, not even officially part of the family,

start dinner," Richard announced, clearly delighted at the prospect of seeing his youngest son after so long. Vivienne caught Kenneth avoiding her gaze, a trace of guilt in his eyes. She paid it no mind and continued to chat

back, he's back! Flynn has returned, and he's brought a

his side to

from the taxi, each with

eyes brightened. Flynn was even more handsome in person, his tan

beside her, Vivienne