The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Gillian’s grip did not loosen; if anything, it tightened with a fierce determination.

Just moments ago, she had been planning to invite Percival over to her house to negotiate a partnership with the Ellington family following her father’s successful acquisition of the Boyd family.

But then, in a twist of fate as cruel as it was sudden, her father was arrested, the Ashford Mansion was seized, and her family’s fortune evaporated into thin air.

The shock was unbearable; she simply could not accept it!

Unable to get her revenge on Percival or Vivienne, Gillian directed all her rage at Mara.

Just as Mara’s breath was being squeezed out of her, agents from the DEA arrived in the nick of time, subduing Gillian.

Mara’s life was saved, but her face was ruined beyond recognition. The infection from the cuts, made worse by the dirty porcelain doll fragments embedded in her flesh, had spread too far.

“Gillian’s been arrested for assault, Mara’s fallen into a depression after her disfigurement, Teresa has divorced Theodore and left the country with her kids, and Nancy has absconded with all of the Boyd family’s wealth, taking her children far from Sea City. Everyone else is in prison. Ms. Vivienne, that’s all there is,” Anna reported the fates of the Boyd and Ashford families to Vivienne.

None of this was surprising or particularly stirring to Vivienne, except Gillian’s breakdown – that was unexpected.

“Got it,” Vivienne said, tucking the translated contract into her bag and donning a baseball cap before getting into her car. “Tell Mr. Wolf to wait here; I’ll be back shortly.”

Anna nodded, watching Vivienne drive away, already rehearsing the story she would tell Percival – Ms. Vivienne had a date!

Vivienne pulled up in front of the restaurant and stepped out, clutching her bag. Inside, the restaurant hosted only one table of diners, reserved by two familiar faces: Zachary, patriarch of the Churchill family, and William, patriarch of the Pendleton family.

“Madam.” Zachary stood first, his eyes glistening slightly.

William was more composed, for Vivienne was his mentor, even though he had never imagined his mentor to be the long-sought daughter of Karen.

Vivienne nodded, indicating that they should sit.

tell me the

frank, we had no idea you were the boss’s daughter nor that her name was Vivienne. You seemed familiar when I met you in Havenwood, but I never connected the dots… If I had known, I would have safeguarded you

that Vivienne hardly needed his protection,

Patrick recognize me so readily?” Vivienne had assumed her mother had

and lied that they were lost. He wouldn’t have been strutting around Sea City if we hadn’t lost

the three families she had supported had secretly met, agreeing to cut off contact to avoid drawing attention to their past allegiance to Karen. They all suspected foul play in Karen’s death and wanted to preserve what she had

for Patrick, the Churches and Pendletons looked for Karen’s daughter, intent on protecting her. But aside

did they know that Vivienne had grown strong

why she disclosed so little,” William said with a

agreed, slamming his fist on the table, “That Patrick—if I’d known he was the traitor, I would have used my family’s entire might to prevent him from getting away with

of the incident where Vivienne had been aboard the Ashford family

was up to no good, and the bomb was not his doing, nor was it the work of the Boyds.

past. I’ve called you here because there’s a new task I need you to undertake,” Vivienne said, pulling out the translated documents from her bag and handing them

any of Karen’s resources, knowing they

situation all too well. The mere exposure of these items could send shock waves through their circles. If anyone connected the dots back to Karen’s daughter, it would

to the medical field and had even

flicker of surprise danced

glances, then simultaneously pulled out another set of papers

Do these add up to the same thing as your document?” William handed the papers

them, and a chuckle escaped her lips.Books Chapters Are

bionic research into three parts long before her death, entrusting two parts to the Pendleton and Churchill