The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Vivienne savored the last bite of her soft-boiled egg, the yolk creamy and just the right amount of runny, a perfect morning indulgence.

With Juliet’s insights, the picture was becoming clearer—Maddox, Yuri, and Zelda were all of the complex Perez family puzzle pieces.

But who had the power to tamper with a paternity test? Among them, who did want her to be recognized as part of the Perez family?

And then there was Willa.

Draven had messaged last night, his words still fresh in her mind: [The lab in Rivenwood was blown sky-high by someone named Willa.]

That Willa had to be the same one entangled with the Perez family. The waters she was wading into were murky—and it was a tale not to be unraveled in a mere day or two.

“Miss, take your time with your meal. I have things to tend to,” Juliet said, having briefed Vivienne on the Perez family’s intricate dynamics. With that, she busied herself elsewhere, leaving more unsaid than spoken.

Vivienne understood Juliet’s position—all those years within the Perez family had taught her a great deal about discretion.

Percival’s phone buzzed. It was a call from Mara.

“Percival, you and the missus up yet?”

“Yeah, what’s up?” Percival inquired.

Mara chuckled. “How about a swim? My friend just opened a new pool, and we’re all invited!”

Percival switched the phone to speaker, looking to Vivienne for her take.

She nodded, indifferent to the location.

“Send over the address,” Percival said, seeing Vivienne’s approval.

“Will do, see you soon!” Mara’s voice bubbled with excitement as she ended the call.

chill briefly passing over his

now covered in a rich smear of ketchup. “Mr.

my egg,” he teased, playfully nudging

in a few bites. “Quality protein for

agreement. “Indeed, swimming is quite the energy

a knowing smile, their

…

to

with Vivienne affectionately. “I didn’t get a chance to properly

greeted her with a polite smile,

to add you on social

though her excitement was lost on the

replied, maintaining her

and Vivienne headed to the ladies changing

bustling. In the children’s

in an exclusive area, a spread of fresh fruits and snacks at his

divider, allowing for a

of Vivienne or Mara, Percival sipped his juice,

a whistle cut through the air, followed

curves wrapped in a sheer shawl that teased the

children paused their play, whispering in awe, “Wow, she looks like a fairy

at his phone. The person

were on this enchanting newcomer as she approached the VIP

among the onlookers, both men and women—such

phone, finally glanced up

frowned slightly, indifferent. “This seat

remember me? I’m Gillian Ashford, Mara’s close friend. You’ve seen me before when you picked up Mara from

encounter, although the name Gillian did ring a

heiress of the affluent Ashford

lady Wendy was adamant that he marry.Books Chapters Are Daily Updated