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.

going on?” Vivienne

quite the scene inside. Been crying since sunrise,” Zelda said,

usually easygoing, never showing disdain or giving anyone the cold shoulder. Whoever was causing such a reaction must have been

in the yard, watching as Zelda continued her battle or

familiar voice called from

darling niece? I saw

seeing you. I told him you’d be by today, and that’s the only thing

hint of exasperation, her smile starkly contrasted with the sobbing

bouquet and an assortment of pastries, saying, “Long time no see. Missed your

for the flowers only to have

let Vivienne accept another man’s flowers, family or

got my spirit! A

more, said, “Maddox, that’s enough. Go inside and make yourself useful before folks think there’s

nodded. “Yeah, Maddox, cut the

will never get done at this

cream all

he was quick on

help but laugh. Maddox was nothing like

of Maddox entering the house, the crying stopped, and out he came with a woman pushing Jasper in his wheelchair, a smile blooming on Jasper’s face at the sight of Vivienne. “Vivienne, come here. I want you to

behind him, “This is Diana Perez, my goddaughter, a few years younger than Sasha. Diana, meet

Vivienne warmly. “Vivienne, I’m Auntie Diana. I wanted to visit you in Sea City, but Maddox said you were busy. I’m glad I finally met

from a stranger, but in Jasper’s presence, she

meet you, Auntie Diana,” she greeted, noting

remarked, “You’ve grown into such a beauty, Vivienne. You really do resemble Sasha.”Books Chapters Are