Novel & Cerita Alyssa Chang Legacies

Another wrote, "Please show yourself some respect. Thank you." This was a wedding gift she gave Winston when he got married for the third time. The Taylors became a hot topic of discussion because Winston had four wives. Alyssa wasn't happy with her family's situation, so she studied abroad and became a doctor with Doctors Without Borders, saving many lives. "After leaving home for three years, the first thing you do is curse your old man. What a considerate daughter I have." Winston was furious, and he glared at her. "Thank you for the praise, Daddy." Alyssa laughed.

The footsteps fade down the hallway, leaving me alone in our beautiful, empty bedroom. I spend the morning walking through gardens that feel like a museum exhibit, perfect, untouchable, not mine. Every flower, every statue, every bench was chosen by generations of Lancasters. I'm just the latest decoration they've added to the collection. At the Silver Teahouse, Margaret Whitmore dissects me with her eyes while discussing the hospital gala. She wants my father's European contacts, my mother's aristocratic connections. Not me, my value as a commodity. "The Lancasters have always been generous supporters," she says, stirring her tea with surgical precision. "Reginald and Adrian understand the

" Well if you must know, I did not receive any call from him or any message as a matter of fact, not on this cellphone and not on any other cell phone" " Did you check, did you check well? I'm sure you were not answering all the calls that came in" " Estefania! Wake up. Do you know that if we were still waiting for your Uncle, you would be married to Gustavo by now, wake up girl and try to see how you will complete the plan with Mr McQueen, "But...but he pro...." She did not even let me finish "Remember running away from the wedding is not the end of it, you still have so much to do if you really want to reclaim your Father's legacy, your legacy"

He would become a father. Alyssa walked down the Capitol’s Hill. She needed to get some evidence about an investigation on the Senator of California. They were rumors of her having fixed her election and the Attorney General was looking into it. Alyssa was interested in the investigation and also had come as the White House’s representative to control the damage caused by the media to the President’s legacy and his administration. The Senator had to appear independent of the administration. Her corruption has nothing to do with the President and that was what Alyssa would reassure.

Cheryl jumped in shock. “Let her vent, hey!” Alex said. “Can you heal her leg?” Cheryl asked. Alex patted her butt and said with a smile, “My future Immortal Doctor wife, you have already received the legacy. You should think about it on your own, and heal her disease with your own capabilities.” Feeling shy, Cheryl shot a dirty glare at him, but she also felt good about his words. Then, she searched through the legacy that she just received on ways to cure Yasmyn’s injury on her leg… She quickly found a way to reconnect the limbs properly, but the only cruel part about it was that she needed to first break the misplaced healed bones first to do so.

Then Victor spoke up cautiously, “ The Cross family is not an ordinary family. It is far beyond your imagination. Owning half the country would be considered insignificant compared to the power the Cross family truly has.” Ethan's eyebrows shot upward. He frowned. “Explain.” “The Cross lineage has controlled global assets for generations. Banking networks, private security divisions, technological holdings—---most of them unknown to the public.” Victor explained. “And you expect me to believe I come from that?” Ethan muttered sarcastically. “ You do not need belief,” Victor replied, “Only confirmation.” Ethan glanced at his arm again. Seventeen years. A memory he never understood. “What happ

I hadn’t begged for his company, hadn’t begged for my mother’s excitement or her misplaced hope. I didn’t even want him. What I wanted… My legacy. The fire Lily had stirred in me was no small flame. It burned hotter with every second, a furnace roaring deep in my bones. Her smug smiles, her veiled threats and her crocodile tears had pushed me to the edge, I want to challenge her. I can’t fight for a man, but I can fight for what rightfully belongs to me. She could have Lucas and play the sweet fiancée, flutter her lashes until her eyes fell out. That wasn’t my war.