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.

expression darkened, a chill briefly passing over his

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

playfully nudging her

bites. “Quality protein for the

swimming is quite the energy

knowing smile, their connection beyond

…

to the poolside, with

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

a

Master Eulalia. I’ve been dying to add you on social

excitement was lost on the discerning eyes of Vivienne, who could see

Vivienne replied,

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

new, the venue was bustling. In the children’s section, coaches

lounged in an exclusive area, a

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,

followed by a

the women’s changing room emerged a stunning figure in a white bikini, her curves wrapped in a sheer shawl that teased the imagination. Her

“Wow, she

phone. The person on his chat background

eyes were on this enchanting newcomer as she

both men and women—such goddesses were always destined for

in his phone, finally glanced

frowned slightly, indifferent. “This

woman looked at him with a mix of surprise and hurt. “Mr. Ellington, don’t you remember me? I’m Gillian Ashford, Mara’s close friend.

to recall their past encounter,

the heiress of

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