The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

The lock clicked open, revealing its contents in the dim glow of the room. It was a stack of neatly enveloped documents and a book.

Vivienne rifled through the papers until her eyes fell upon a particular envelope marked boldly: [Paternity Test Results]!

[Test Subjects: Scott Brooks, Vivienne Hawthorn]

[Result: Positive Paternal Match]

Percival’s heart skipped a beat as he read the results.

“A positive match?” He murmured, turning to Vivienne with a puzzled frown.

“What’s going on? Didn’t Vivienne say she was not Scott’s daughter?” He thought.

He had investigated Vivienne’s background only once initially, and it had come up empty. Thus, everything he knew about her was only everything she wanted him to know. Back then, she told him she was not Scott’s daughter, and he had taken her at her word.

However, the paternity test showed that this was clearly not the case.

Vivienne sifted through the rest of the documents. There were ten in total, each one a paternity test from a different testing center, all with the same result. With a sly smile, she tucked the papers back into the envelope.

Turning to Percival, she explained, “I’m not his daughter. My mother had my genes altered. No matter which agency conducts the test, it’ll always show a match.”

Vivienne did not say more, but Percival understood her. There had to be a reason for Vivienne’s mother to do this.

Without further ado, Vivienne directed Percival’s attention to the book. It was not ancient, but it was worn, the kind that had been used often.

The book was actually a journal. Its pages were filled with handwriting added over time. However, the script within was foreign to Vivienne and Percival, not belonging to any known language or script they had ever encountered.

Glancing at the clock and noting the half-hour they had spent, Vivienne suggested, “Let’s take photos and study this later.”

nodded, quickly capturing the mysterious text with his smartphone. They then carefully placed the box back and vanished

emerging from Scott’s room, Vivienne and Percival parted ways. Percival exited the mansion only to re-enter

where Kala spotted her first and waved her over.

All the people Vivienne did not mind being around. Thus, she paused for a

Vivienne to sit beside her and whispered, “After we finish eating, we plan to hit the shops downtown. Come

event out of obligation to her family, to spare her parents any embarrassment. Now, she sought to ensure Vivienne would not feel

with a smile. “Maybe… I’ll treat

spread before her. There were over a dozen appetizers, with more courses to come. Surely, they would be full

Vivienne just grinned, keeping

had insisted on greeting the guests, especially to catch Percival’s eye the moment he arrived. Yet, he was nowhere to be seen, and the flattery of insincere guests was wearing

as she was about to excuse herself, she caught sight of Percival

in his black suit, exuded an air of

approached Percival with a

past her without a glance, his indifference cutting her deeper than

watched as Richard gave her a dismissive look and muttered,

Brooks family had caused his granddaughter-in-law such grief. If Vivienne was not happy, neither was

the other openly

upon her, Calista clenched her fists and forced a smile, her thoughts seething with indignation. They may not see her worth now, but she

Spotting her, he made his way

mingling with some guests a short distance away. Instead of

Leopold spotted him, he nearly jumped out of his skin and instinctively shuffled behind his dad for

smile, Percival spoke in a soft, teasing tone, “Leopold, have a few days apart made me a stranger? Come on, sit by

uh, quite comfortable

gaze lingered on Leopold, the smile playing

felt like prey under the gaze of a hungry wolf,

the guests arrived, Calista’s family

was nowhere to be seen, so Scott took the stage