The Million-Dollar Heart

Tears streamed down the woman's face, heavy and relentless.

Gavin felt a sharp pang in his chest. Just as he was about to offer comfort, the words that followed from Madeline's lips darkened his expression. "Madeline, are you blaming me?"

Only then did Madeline realize she had misspoken. "No, how could I blame you? I know you did what you thought was best for the Abernathy family. It's just... my heart aches for Sophie. Despite being your daughter, she endures whispers and pointed fingers behind her back. You wouldn't believe what the society girls say about her at the galas."

After all, she was the woman he had cherished for so many years. Gavin watched her tears intensify and sighed. "All right. I know you and your daughter have had a tough time. But forget about the Grimshaws. I've found a match for Sophie with Leopold Sterling, the heir to the Rivenwood estate. A fine gentleman, competent and well-regarded. Soon, I'll arrange for Sophie to meet him."

"Leopold Sterling?"

Madeline was familiar with the name.

The Sterlings, one of Rivenwood's ten distinguished families, may not rival the Ellingtons or the now-diminished Brooks family, but they were still an aspirational Plus, their heir was known for his close ties with Percival.

But what good were those ties?

Leopold, the Sterling heir, couldn't hold a candle to even Percival, let alone stand on equal footing with a Grimshaw heir!

Emotions swirled within Madeline, but she masked them with a look of surprise. "Why the Sterlings? Even if not the Grimshaws, there are other eligible families. If not them, there's always the Ellingtons..." Gavin pulled her close, his patience wearing thin as he explained, "Forget about the ancient warrior lineages. Percival is already married. Leopold is the most promising of Rivenwood's young men. That's settled, then. Let Sophie know so she's prepared."

His tone was final, leaving no room for debate.

If he could, he would have preferred Sophie to marry into the Grimshaws. But the harsh truths Victoria spoke, although unpleasant, weren't without merit.

A bastard girl, even as a mistress, would be seen as an insult by the haughty Grimshaws!

The courtyard buzzed with servants bustling to and fro.

on a bench, Madeline's grip

nerve of that

noble, yet his thoughts mirrored the disdain of others

Victoria managed to marry into

any less than that vixen's

Isabelle was

feared offending those ancient

compared to them? How

think I'm still that naive girl who'll agree to whatever you say? Just wait until my daughter marries into the Grimshaws. Whether it's Victoria or

relationship with Holly Ellington is one of convenience, using the pseudonym Preston. After Holly was ousted from

a breeze stirred the

had turned the Brooks estate inside out with no trace of Winnie. Could a living, breathing person just vanish into

"Arthur."

oblivious to the brooding air

irritation flashing in his eyes. "What is

flinched at his brother's impatience, the deep-seated fear of Arthur urging him to flee the room. But recalling the task

spoken about Percival. Since father and Hector believe his innocence, there's

What more is there to investigate? The poison came with Percival's gifts. If not

to himself,

a few deliberate steps closer. "Look, no one's accusing you. But I'm not naive enough to think that a

icy resolve in the man's gaze sent a shiver down Dracon's

his shirt sticking to his

way! Arthur