The Million-Dollar Heart

An hour had passed before Mara finally stirred, a ghostly pallor on her face. Her voice was a weak whisper, barely there.

She had never felt so terrible in her life-it was like being on death's doorstep!

That Gillian had actually given her a bottle of sleeping pills, and here she had thought they were vitamins.

If only she had known, she would not have taken a single one!

"Mara, you're awake." Cecilia's voice carried a mixture of relief and worry, as if a great weight had been lifted from her heart upon seeing Mara's eyes open.

To underscore her feebleness, Mara coughed deliberately, a decision she instantly regretted as her stomach convulsed painfully.

"Auntie, what happened to me?" Mara's eyes brimmed with tears, but her pain was genuine.

Cecilia sat by the hospital bed, wiping away the tears streaking Mara's face. "Oh, you silly girl. Do you have any idea how close you came to never seeing me again?" Mara feigned shock, glancing down at her wrist as if seeing it anew, a look of realization crossing her face. "I... I'm sorry, Auntie. I just wasn't thinking straight."

"You really..." Cecilia held Mara's hand, her heart full of unsaid words.

Across the room, Percival sat brooding on the couch, his eyes stormy as the horizon's edge.

Vivienne, on the other hand, watched the scene with a certain amusement.

Such a promising talent, indeed.

Mara seemed to be cut from the same cloth as Gillian had been.

If she were to be signed and groomed properly, she might even outshine Kala!

Kala: Impossible, utterly impossible!

chin in her palm, her

enough before she turned to Percival. "Percival, why don't you take Isolde back home? Everything's under control here.

arm through Percival's, her smile beaming at

was such that even she would

she was driven-Vivienne was all about

Mr. Wolf merely a

I'm not only less appealing

Since that was the case, she

yanked out her IV and stumbled to her feet, only to collapse to her knees with a

I never meant for things

knelt there, her forehead hitting the floor. Though intentionally hard, she had assumed that even if Percival did nothing and Isolde was too young to understand, at least Cecilia would rush to stop her. After all, if you're going to perform, you need to make

no one came to her

but managed to

silence until Mara lifted her head, her eyes filled with fear and pleading, "Vivienne,

a smile, mimicking Mara's tone. "What are you doing? I never blamed you in the first

her barely suppressed mirth. He smiled, affectionately ruffling her hair. "Yeah, Vivienne is

doesn't hold grudges easily. Mara, don't pull this act again. Admitting

from the

fresh out of elementary

is right. Get up, what's with this

Reluctantly, she climbed back onto her feet, and whether by design or not, she winced at a sudden pain

her side, helping