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?”

the scene inside. Been crying since sunrise,” Zelda said, evidently annoyed by

cold shoulder. Whoever

watching as Zelda continued her battle or rather,

familiar voice called from the

darling niece? I saw your car! I’ve been

here. He’s been hollering about seeing you. I told him you’d

exasperation, her smile

a bouquet and an assortment of pastries, saying, “Long

have,” Vivienne replied with a smile, reaching for the flowers only to have

was going to let Vivienne accept another man’s flowers, family or

you’ve got my spirit! A jealous man is a good

enough. Go inside and make yourself useful before folks think there’s a real tragedy in our

nodded. “Yeah, Maddox, cut

“Zelda, that cake will never get done at this

splattered the not-quite-right cream all

he was quick on his

but laugh. Maddox was

Jasper in his wheelchair, a

Vivienne approached, Jasper introduced the woman behind him, “This is Diana

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

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

she greeted, noting Diana’s

grown into such a beauty, Vivienne.