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

a rich smear of ketchup. “Mr. Wolf, what’s

you’re stealing my egg,” he teased, playfully nudging her nose, the shadows in his

a few bites. “Quality protein for the

swimming is

smile, their connection

…

pulled up to the

didn’t get a chance to properly introduce myself yesterday. I’m Mara

her with a polite smile,

told me—perfumer Q and Master Eulalia. I’ve been dying to add you on social media, but she wouldn’t let me. She said

with admiration, though her excitement was lost on the discerning eyes of Vivienne, who could see

Vivienne replied, maintaining her

headed to the ladies changing room

bustling. In the children’s section, coaches were

Percival lounged in an exclusive area, a spread of fresh

VIP zone was not isolated; it was separated from the general area by a mere divider, allowing for a lively atmosphere. There was,

without a sign of Vivienne or Mara, Percival sipped his juice,

a whistle cut through the air, followed by a collective gasp from

in a white bikini, her curves wrapped in a sheer shawl that teased the imagination. Her hair was neatly pinned, accentuating her graceful neck, and

play, whispering in awe, “Wow, she looks

his phone. The person on

on this enchanting newcomer as she approached the VIP area, sitting

sank among the onlookers, both men and women—such

absorbed in his phone, finally glanced up at the

frowned slightly, indifferent. “This seat

remember me? I’m Gillian

to recall their past encounter, although the name Gillian did

heiress of the affluent

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