The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Vivienne locked eyes with Astrid.

There was no denying it, Astrid was stunning. She really had inherited all of Cordelia’s best features.

Vivienne chuckled softly, “No need to be so formal with me, we’re family.”

She had uttered those words many times before, but this time, it came from the heart.

This Astrid was the one she should truly call Sister.

Astrid felt a rush of emotion. She had, in fact, used her clearance to dig into Vivienne’s past. After all, showing up after years away and causing such a stir in the Brooks family raised suspicions.

Yet, she found nothing.

Vivienne was an enigma, the more Astrid delved, the deeper she sank.

So, when they first met, Astrid had her guard up.

Later, after Vivienne’s visit to Rivenwood, the Brooks family invited them for a family reunion. It was then Astrid received a classified tip.

Alfred was a spy from a rival organization! Just when she was about to arrest Alfred, Mr. B appeared.

Collaborating with Alfred, Mr. B kidnapped her, and she had been in captivity ever since.

Each day, they injected her with a sedative that kept her unconscious for long periods, obscuring any knowledge of the outside world.

On the rare occasions she was lucid, she found herself tossed in the trunk of a car, unable to discern much else.

Vivienne passed a peeled apple to Astrid, “While you were missing, Mr. B impersonated you around us. But don’t worry, he didn’t get anywhere near the core of your work, and Alfred didn’t manage to steal any intel.”

Indeed, Astrid was an agent working on classified national projects, which meant she couldn’t spend much time with Cordelia. Every leave request meant paperwork, waiting for notifications, and getting signatures from top to bottom.

However, those details were classified, so Cordelia remained unaware of the specific nature of Astrid’s work. She only knew that Astrid’s superiors were strict, rarely approving family visits.

Astrid precisely because she was a national agent, aiming

life separate. She wouldn’t even discuss the news with Alfred, let alone work matters, leaving him clueless about

B found Alfred, and they

Vivienne, while he used the impostor Astrid to attempt

Mr. B on their second meeting. Meanwhile,

undetected, falling short only in gaining access to the core secrets. Moreover, he didn’t care much, his sole objective being to get close to Vivienne and bring

Mr. B, pretending

B was not easy to handle. Instead of using GTO’s resources, he partnered

had always dealt in shady transactions for profit, but she

fact that Astrid

Astrid’s transport across various vehicles, following no discernible pattern, making

made it challenging for anyone to readily trace or uncover

Group, she no longer had the transportation

the general route, and Thomas blocked the vehicles at

identify the specific car and not daring to make a scene,

from the Ellington family

security, and it could not fall into enemy hands. During her captivity, she had

Luckily, Vivienne was shrewd.

I’ll recommend you for the highest medal of honor. Without you, who knows what crisis our nation could have faced,” Astrid said with a pale but

I just wanted to save you. As for

The medal was a symbol of the highest honor, coveted even among their own ranks, let

And Vivienne wasn’t interested!

into a smile. She truly didn’t care for it. Her mother had plenty, Percival had his share, and she was tired of seeing them around. In a family, not everyone needs a medal of

Leopold were here, he probably would put on a scene, resulting in

want one! I

“Scram!

grumbled, “You’re picking

interjected, “What did

backpedaled, “My bad,

spoke, “You need time to recover and can’t leave the hospital just yet. I’ll