The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Percival’s face darkened.

Vivienne picked up the note, her icy eyes narrowing slightly. “Where did you find this?”

With a sigh, Flynn replied, “When I woke up this morning, it was on my nightstand. Imogen and I saw it straight away.”

Cecilia was visibly shaken. “Our security system is state-of-the-art. There were no signs of a break-in last night. How could someone have slipped a knife under our noses? It’s absolutely terrifying.”

After a pause, Cecilia shot a hesitant glance at Imogen. “I don’t mean anything by it. I’m just curious… Any chance your ex might be lurking around Rivenwood?”

Imogen dabbed at her eyes. “Cecilia, Flynn was my first love. I never had a boyfriend before him, and few guys were interested in me. Even if there were, they’re all abroad now. I have no clue what this note means.”

Flynn pulled Imogen into his arms, soothing her with gentle strokes on her back. “I know it’s not you. Stop crying.”

Feeling a twinge of guilt, Cecilia offered her a tissue, joining Flynn in comforting her.

Vivienne handed the note to Percival.

They all knew that this note was asking for Belle.

Clearly, someone was getting impatient.

Belle, undoubtedly, was harboring secrets.

For some time now, Vivienne had kept Belle hidden in a place no one would suspect without pressing her for information.

After all, she already knew what she needed to know. Except for the information about the boss of GTO!

But Vivienne was in no rush. The guy would slip up when the time was right.

“I’ll handle this,” Percival said, tucking the note away and giving Isolde, who was still in his arms, a reassuring hug. The child’s face had turned pale with fear.

Percival upgraded the Ellington family’s security to the highest level, changed all the locks, and reinforced the windows and all other potential entry points.

a fly could

Flynn left her with Cecilia and Vivienne, then joined Percival and Richard in

to ponder the audacity of leaving a knife

to have offended anyone. The culprit had to be one

good on your end?” Richard

“Yeah,” Percival responded.

it be a corporate

and the Ellington family haven’t taken anyone. It seems someone’s got their sights on our family. Stay vigilant,

with his cane, signaling his point to

that if anyone was

Richard was aware that his grandson was involved in perilously high-stakes business not meant for the

planted at the Ellington Mansion, Richard already discovered

he never expected the danger to

“Don’t

Richard pressed no further.

…

the living

cheeks. The shock had hit

who wakes to find a knife looming

as naturally timid as Imogen,

Imogen’s shoulder. Imogen flinched, then quickly apologized, “Sorry, Vivienne, I’m just

help you

one side, allowing Vivienne to ease the

who said with gratitude,

Imogen’s

confessed, “Flynn takes care of it for me. I don’t cut it much.

and said, “No wonder you cherish your hair so much. Isolde says you’re always brushing it. It’s

do,” Imogen confessed, stroking her hair, “but the frequent brushing makes it less noticeable.” She then turned to Vivienne, concern returning to her features. “About that knife… It doesn’t mean anything serious, does it? Could Percival have unknowingly

a prank,” Vivienne reassured Imogen with a smile, then caught sight

interest and showed her arm generously. “The tattoo? I got it while abroad. Flynn chose the design. Though

the tattoo

design was identical to the one she had seen