The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

The scene was utter chaos. Gillian did not even see who yanked her away, and Patrick was besieged by a mob of angry parents demanding explanations.

Even the Boyds were not spared, with numerous hot-headed lads demanding to know why their sweethearts were suddenly engaged to someone else.

Amid the turmoil, Vivienne and Percival exchanged a knowing glance and could not help but chuckle.

Vivienne turned her head to Percival with a smile, “Mr. Wolf, is it just me, or do our engagement parties always seem to end in a ruckus?”

Percival took Vivienne’s hand, and they walked down from the stage side by side, “It seems the heavens are telling us we should marry sooner rather than later.”

Vivienne rested her head on Percival’s shoulder. “Is the betrothal gifts ready?”

Percival lightly tapped her nose. “Don’t worry, you’ve got me, lock, stock, and barrel!”

Patrick had to fight through the crowd to rescue Gillian from those who had lost their senses, and with the help of the bodyguards, they made it to the safety of the parking lot and away from the scene.

Safety, however, was a relative term. Gillian’s face bore the marks of slaps, her princess-like coiffure was a tangled mess resembling a bird’s nest, and her gown took the prints of several shoes, clear evidence of being trampled on.

Gillian had never imagined such a scenario. Although she had many men around her, none were boyfriends, and any talk of love or affection was just lip service.

She had them all under her thumb and had even fabricated excuses to prevent them from attending the engagement party with their parents.

How on earth did they all end up here?

And that video – who dug it out?

It was just a night at the bar playing games with some good-looking guys. How did it come to this?

“It had to be that Vivienne behind this. Dad, I swear I’ll destroy her!” Gillian shouted at the top of her lungs.

Patrick looked at his daughter and, in a fit of rage, slapped her across the face. His eyes were sharp as a hawk’s.

“Dad… You hit me?” Gillian looked at Patrick in disbelief.

her before, not

you!” Patrick’s face turned red with

saw a striking

seeing his boss for a moment. She had to be the missing daughter of

shocked to realize that her father was more concerned about Vivienne’s

she is? Just get rid of her. I don’t want to see

“Do you have any idea who you’ve crossed? If Vivienne really is her daughter,

clueless. She could not understand what her father was going on about, “Whose daughter could she be that’s so important? Why are you afraid of her? Even the Boyds wouldn’t

again, you’ll answer to me!” With that, Patrick stepped

cars to head directly to

could find

villa, Patrick saw Vivienne and Percival return, hand

a smirk as a cold glint passed through her

Vivienne’s shoulders, knowing it was not the right moment for him to

Percival left, Patrick knelt on the ground before

looked down at the figure kneeling before her, her gaze indifferent. “Mr. Ashford, seems like you’ve got the

is young and foolish; I beg your forgiveness.

as she loomed over the kneeling Patrick, “Is that

encountered anyone

had searched for ten years to find her, and neither the Pendleton nor the Churchill families

had identified her

family was indeed full

“Had it not been for Boss, there would be no Ashford family today. Not just us, but the Pendletons and the Churchills within Rivenwood all owed allegiance to

Vivienne remained silent.

Havenwood when Matthew uncovered that there had been four

her only daughter, determined to protect her. But by the time he arrived, Vivienne had already been taken in by her mentor, and William’s journey was in

she did not know William’s connection to her mother. Not until they went to Havenwood and had

was also curious about what the Churchill family was really after. Faye’s father and William shared a common goal: to find

group she

looked up, eyeing Patrick intently, a flicker

brings you to me?” Vivienne asked, her tone neither

support of the Ashford family. We are willing