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LOVE AGAINST LEGACY

LOVE AGAINST LEGACY

MM Romance
last updateÚltima actualización : 2025-07-08
Por:  Annypen/Odion En curso
Idioma: English
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Sinopsis

Fast-Paced Plot

Sweet Love

Heir/Heirness

Possessive

Forbidden Love

Secret Love

Second Chance

Adrian Lancaster was born into privilege, loved by all except the one who mattered. From childhood, the heir to a powerful legacy clung to the girl he believed was his future. She was everything his family wanted: wealthy, poised, perfect. But beneath the surface, his heart beat for someone else, a man he'd loved in secret for years. When his domineering grandfather arranges a marriage with a partner daughter Celeste to “save face” and secure their reputation, he’s forced to choose duty over desire. Bound in a loveless marriage, he tries to be the perfect husband, kind, attentive, never letting his new wife see the truth in his eyes. But secrets don’t stay buried forever. When his wife uncovers the devastating truth about his forbidden love, her world shatters. Torn between betrayal and sympathy, she must decide if she’ll stand by him or walk away. As the lies unravel, divorce becomes inevitable, and with it comes the wrath of a powerful family and the shame of societal judgment. Now, caught between expectations and his own identity, he must fight for the man he truly loves while facing the consequences of a life built on silence. Will he finally choose love over legacy, or will his past destroy any chance of happiness? A story of forbidden love, heartache, loyalty, and finding the courage to live your truth, even when the world says you can’t.

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Rhoda Dominic
Rhoda Dominic
Hola Author still back here a month later. please can we get more chapters. this book is too good to be left incomplete
2025-09-26 00:20:47
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Rhoda Dominic
Rhoda Dominic
Dear author, it's been almost a month since I finished the first 24 chapters of your novel. I must say your writing is incredible and love to have more chapters please. Please do stay safe and blessed .
2025-08-17 02:13:45
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24 Capítulos
Chapter 1
Chapter 1ADRIAN POINT OF VIEW The crystal glasses clink around me. I force a smile I've practiced since I was a kid. The Whitehall Hotel ballroom shines with money, bright lights, women with jewels,men in expensive suits. This is my world. My beautiful prison."Lancaster Enterprises is growing in new markets," I hear myself say to the businessmen around me. The words come out automatically while my mind wanders. "Our Asian expansion is up seventeen percent."They nod, impressed. They should be. At twenty-eight, I proved myself quickly in the family business. I brought fresh ideas that doubled company profits in three years. My grandfather Reginald only gave me this job after I got my master's degree and proved I was "worthy" of the Lancaster name."Your grandfather must be proud," says Jefferson Moore, an old family friend who once tried to set me up with his daughter.I take a burning sip of whiskey. "Grandfather is never satisfied," I say lightly, though the words carry the weight
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Chapter 2
Chapter 2ANDRIAN POINT OF VIEW Sunday comes with gray skies and steady rain that matches my mood perfectly. I stand before the grand oak doors of Grandfather's estate, rain dripping from my hair despite the umbrella I carried from car to porch. The mansion looms over me, three stories of old stone and dark windows that have scared me since I was a kid.I check my watch. Ten minutes early. Grandfather hates when people are late but thinks arriving early shows you're too eager, another weakness in his eyes. I wait, listening to water gurgle from the gutters, putting off what's coming.My phone buzzes. A message from Elias: *Still thinking of you. Call me after?*My thumb hovers over the screen. What can I say? That my stomach is twisted with fear? That I'm terrified Grandfather somehow knows about us?I type: *Will try. Might be late.*The door swings open before I can knock. Ellis, Grandfather's butler for forty years, stands there with his weathered, unreadable face."Master Adrian,
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Chapter 3
Chapter 3ADRIAN POINT OF VIEW The elevator ride to Elias's apartment feels endless. Each floor number lights up, counting me closer to the moment I'll destroy everything. My reflection stares back from the polished doors, a ghost already, pale and empty-eyed.I check my watch. 7:58 PM. I'm never early, never late. Always exactly on time, a habit beaten into me by years of Grandfather's disapproval.The elevator chimes. Floor twenty-two. No more putting it off.I step into the hallway, my expensive shoes silent on the thick carpet. Elias's apartment is at the end, 607. A corner unit with windows facing east and north. We watched sunrise here once, tangled in sheets, whispering about futures that will never exist now.My fist hangs in the air before the door. One knock and everything changes.I knock.Footsteps approach, and the door swings open. Elias stands there, dark hair damp from a shower, wearing faded jeans and a soft gray t-shirt. Home clothes. The Elias nobody else gets to s
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Chapter 4
Chapter 4The cathedral bells ring nine times, each sound echoing through my chest like death. I stand in a side room of St. Margaret's Cathedral, staring at my reflection. My black tuxedo fits perfectly, custom-made, Italian fabric, gold cufflinks with the Lancaster crest. I look exactly like a man should on his wedding day. Only my eyes show the truth, empty, dead."Five minutes," my best man says, a second cousin chosen for family connections, not friendship. "Nervous?"I adjust my bowtie. "No."How can I be nervous about something that means nothing? This isn't a wedding. It's a business deal. A merger of families.When he leaves, I touch the airplane ticket stub hidden in my pocket. Chicago. Seat 14A. The flight I didn't take two days ago. My escape route, crumpled but kept as a reminder of what could have been.My phone buzzes. A text from an unknown number: *I hope you find peace someday.*Elias. After two days of silence, these seven words cut deeper than any anger. No hate. N
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Chapter 5
Chapter 5CELESTE POINT OF VIEWI stand at the bedroom window watching morning sunlight spill across perfect gardens, but all I see is my reflection in the glass, a ghost woman in a house that doesn't belong to her.Two weeks. Two weeks since I became Mrs. Adrian Lancaster. Two weeks of Paris cafés where my husband ordered for me without asking what I wanted. Two weeks of museum visits where he walked three steps ahead, checking his phone while I pretended to admire art. Two weeks of sleeping next to a stranger who touches me like I'm made of porcelain and might break.Or maybe like I'm something distasteful he has to endure.Behind me, Adrian sleeps soundly, one arm thrown above his head. He looks different when he's not awake, younger, softer. For these few minutes each morning, I can almost pretend we're a real married couple. That he chose me. That this ring on my finger means something more than a signature on a contract.Then he wakes up, and the walls go back up.I wrap my silk
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Chapter 6
Chapter 6ADRIAN POINT OF VIEWRain pounds my windshield as I drive through the darkness. My wipers can barely keep up. The country road twists ahead, no streetlights, just my headlights cutting through the black.My phone rings through the car speakers. Celeste's name flashes on the dashboard. The third call in an hour. I press ignore, guilt crushing my chest. Another lie to explain tomorrow. Another evening meeting that ran long.How many excuses have I given her in our month of marriage? Too many to count.The GPS tells me to turn onto an even smaller road, unmarked, dirt, hidden between thick trees. At the end of the path sits a small cabin, warm light glowing from its windows. I park beside the only other car a rental with out-of-state plates.For five minutes, I just sit, listening to rain drum on the roof. Five minutes to remember who I really am. Five minutes to shed the mask I've worn all day, devoted husband, obedient grandson, worthy heir.When I finally step out, the rain
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Chapter 7
Chapter 7CELESTE POINT OF VIEWMorning light streams through the bedroom windows as I wake up alone, again. My hand reaches across the empty space beside me, the sheets cold. Adrian didn't come home last night. The third time this month.I check my phone. No new messages since the texts I sent at midnight. The dinner I made sits untouched downstairs, candles burned down to nothing, wine put away.The shower starts in the bathroom. So he's home now. I pull my knees to my chest, waiting.When Adrian comes out with a towel around his waist, he jumps slightly when he sees me awake."Good morning," he says, voice carefully flat. "I didn't want to wake you.""You didn't come home." I keep my voice steady, watching his face.He moves to his dressing room, turning away from me. "The Tokyo deal fell through. Everything we'd been building for months, gone because someone leaked information. I was stuck in emergency meetings all night."His back is to me as he picks out clothes. I study the tig
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Chapter 8
Chapter 8WRITER POINT OF VIEWMarcus Dane's desk overflowed with coffee cups and documents. The newsroom bustled around him, but his attention remained fixed on an email from an anonymous sender.*The perfect Lancaster marriage is a sham. Adrian Lancaster's heart belongs to Elias Voss. Follow the money. Follow the meetings. Find the truth the Lancasters want hidden.*Short. Direct. Potentially explosive.The Lancasters were untouchable royalty, old money, powerful connections, spotless reputation. Their recent merger with the Moreau family had made headlines for weeks.If this tip was legitimate...Marcus typed "Elias Voss" into a search window. Not a celebrity, just professional mentions. Architectural awards. A recent move to Chicago. An architect with no obvious connection to Adrian Lancaster or the family business.Digging deeper, Marcus discovered Voss had returned to the city three days ago, a brief mention in an industry newsletter about consulting on a downtown project. The t
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Chapter 9
Chapter 9ANDRIAN POINT OF VIEW The Lancaster dining room stretches long and dark, family portraits watching from wood-paneled walls like silent judges. I sit at one end of the mahogany table, Grandfather at the other, twenty feet of polished wood and family history between us. The weekly Sunday dinner ritual, unavoidable as death in the Lancaster world."The board is asking questions," Grandfather says, cutting into his steak with surgical precision. "About the future. About succession plans."I sip my wine, buying seconds before responding. My heart already knows where this is heading. "I've been CEO for less than two years. Isn't talk of succession a bit early?""Not succession for your position." His knife scrapes against fine china like nails on a chalkboard. "Succession for the family line. For the Lancaster name."The air thickens around me. I set down my glass carefully, keeping my face blank despite the storm building inside me. My stomach drops like I'm falling off a cliff.
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Chapter 10
Chapter 10CELESTE POINT OF VIEWI wake to the sound of a shower running, morning light barely filtering through heavy curtains. Three forty-three, the bedside clock glows in neon green. Adrian has come home, finally. I lie still, listening to water rushing through pipes, trying to piece together a puzzle that keeps changing shape.Three nights this week he hasn't returned until dawn. Business emergencies, he's explained. Important client meetings. Strategy sessions that couldn't wait for morning.I believe him, mostly. The dark circles under his eyes testify to sleepless nights. The constant calls from the office confirm his busy schedule. But something feels wrong. Something gnaws at my gut like hunger, keeps me awake counting the hours until he comes home.The water stops. I close my eyes, pretending to sleep. I've learned that Adrian speaks more freely when he thinks I can't hear, when he mutters to himself while dressing or makes late-night calls he thinks are private.The bathro
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