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

plate, now covered in a rich smear of ketchup. “Mr. Wolf,

why you’re stealing my egg,” he teased, playfully nudging

protein

“Indeed, swimming is

shared a knowing smile, their

…

to the poolside, with Mara eagerly awaiting

with Vivienne affectionately. “I didn’t get

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 when

excitement was lost on the discerning

replied,

Mara and Vivienne headed to the ladies changing room while Percival waited by the

the

in an exclusive area, a spread

zone was not isolated; it was separated from the general area by a mere divider, allowing for a lively atmosphere. There was, however, a private pool for VIPs in another

a sign of Vivienne or Mara, Percival sipped his juice,

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

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

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

looking at his phone. The person on his chat

as she approached the VIP area,

and women—such goddesses were always destined for

phone, finally glanced up at

slightly, indifferent. “This seat

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

surveyed her, failing to recall their past encounter, although

Ashford, the heiress of the affluent Ashford

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