The Million-Dollar Heart

Stifling the churning in her stomach, Victoria shifted in her seat and propped her head up with one hand. "Don't make me sick, Harrison. You might be able to fool my dad with your little schemes, but you can't fool me. Go ahead and mess with the Littletons behind my back; I couldn't care less. I've never been one for such life-shortening endeavors."

Rising from her chair, she approached Harrison. "But let me warn you! The Ellingtons have got Kaitlyn's back now, so you'd better tread lightly. If you bring trouble my way, don't expect me to play the loving wife."

Her pale fingertips tapped Harrison's chest.

Before Victoria could retract her hand, he grabbed it and pressed it against his heart. "Victoria, we're in this together. I'm helping out Dad to make him see our worth a bit more."

He pursed his lips, a hint of helplessness in his tone. "You don't understand. If I don't get involved, Sophie and her mother will take all the credit. You wouldn't want to see that, would you?

After all, your mother's fate is still in Dad's hands. If we don't get our hands on that item within a week, who do you think Dad will blame when the Grimshaws come knocking?"

His words were like a gentle knife, slicing away at Victoria's heart.

Harrison had honed his skills over the years, his cool gaze seemingly laden with affection. But upon closer inspection, one could see nothing but cold calculation in his eyes. No trace of the tenderness and warmth expected between spouses.

Victoria knew that look all too well. Unless he needed something, Harrison was always indifferent to her, only playing the doting husband in front of Gavin.

a smirk, she tried to pull her fingers

sweet-talked her mother with feigned affection, only to discard her once there was no more benefit to

sure you don't want another kick to that handsome

but eventually,

her pocket and wiped her fingers meticulously as if she had touched something vile and couldn't scrub it off fast

eyes flashed with anger for a moment, and Victoria felt like she had been targeted by a viper lurking in the

paused in her cleaning and looked

charming and easygoing facade, blinking innocently as his

fought the urge to shudder. She was

together. She must! It wasn't time

the trash. "Don't use me as your excuse. I've seen plenty like you-ungrateful, two-faced scoundrels. Claiming you did it

all, I'm my father's only daughter. Madeline and her lot aren't even on the family tree yet. Whether they'll get a share of the inheritance is another matter, and our uncles barely acknowledge them. My father has

not escaping Victoria's keen observation, who added, "You used the Littletons as a stepping stone to get into my father's good graces. You've spent enough years in our household to understand him well. You're betting he wouldn't pass the legacy to

laughed suddenly. "You say it's for me, but it's just another way for you to curry favor with my father. But what a pity. You've hit a snag. If I'm not mistaken, Vivienne and Percival have already found evidence of your

I still

Victoria, but Harrison didn't deny them. He straightened his clothes and stepped closer to her. Despite her wary gaze, he wrapped his arms around her. "I still have you, Victoria. You are my wife, Richard Ellington's niece. If you plead with Percival on my behalf, I believe he might agree. Don't

think that's possible? Why on