The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Percival watched Vivienne disappear into the building before starting his car and driving away.

Along the drive, he dialed Thomas.

“Check out the Perez family. Don’t miss a soul, not even a pet—especially those who’ve passed on or gone missing. No stone unturned,” he instructed with a sense of urgency.

Thomas did not ask for details, simply acknowledging the order before hanging up.

Despite comforting Vivienne earlier, Percival could not shake his doubts. If it had anything to do with the Perez family, Vivienne was inevitably entangled in the web.

After all, the person who tampered with Vivienne’s paternity test was still at large.

…

The next day, Percival parked outside Vivienne’s place before the crack of dawn, and she soon emerged, surprisingly skipping her usual lie-in.

“Mom whipped up some fusion breakfast for you. Give it a go,” Percival said, handing her a food container as she climbed into the car. Inside was a twist on the classic: buttery English muffins stuffed with fried eggs, accompanied by slices of tomato.

Vivienne took a bite, pleasantly surprised by the flavor.

“Did your mom make this?” she asked between bites.

Percival sighed. “Sort of. She cut the muffins herself, but Dad had to fry the eggs. Last time mom tried, she turned the eggs into charcoal.”

Vivienne could picture it all too well; after all, she had her own culinary disasters. Her mother had to ban her from the kitchen before she finally gave up.

They arrived at the Perez Mansion to the sound of crying—but it was not Natalia or Yasmine, nor was it Zelda.

Walking in, the sight of a flashy sports car in the driveway gave it all away.

Maddox was here, along with a woman, judging by the weeping. Maddox was not the one crying, that was for sure.

Zelda was outside, perfecting her strawberry cake recipe, finally mastering the art of separating whites from yolks. She halted Vivienne at the door.

on?” Vivienne

here a sec. It’s quite the scene inside. Been crying since sunrise,” Zelda said, evidently annoyed by the

usually easygoing, never showing disdain or giving anyone the cold shoulder. Whoever

Zelda continued her

voice

I saw your car! I’ve

hollering about seeing you. I told him you’d

spoke with a hint of exasperation, her smile starkly contrasted with the

of pastries, saying, “Long time no

for the flowers only to have Percival

going to let Vivienne accept another man’s

got my spirit! A jealous man is a good

take any more, said, “Maddox, that’s enough. Go inside and make yourself useful before

cut the

sighed. “Zelda, that cake will never get

cream all over Maddox in

for him, he was quick on his

Maddox was nothing like a typical

came with a woman pushing Jasper in his wheelchair, a

woman behind him, “This is Diana Perez, my goddaughter, a

Vivienne warmly. “Vivienne, I’m Auntie Diana. I wanted to visit you in Sea City, but

stranger, but in Jasper’s presence, she held her

you, Auntie Diana,” she greeted, noting Diana’s red

remarked, “You’ve grown into such a beauty, Vivienne. You