Hidden Legacy Series Novels & Stories

But she didn’t feel dangerous tonight. She felt…abandoned. And then—her phone buzzed. Unknown number. A text message. Just one line. “You’re not the only one who bleeds for legacy. —L” Her breath caught. Her lips parted. She reread it. Legacy. That word wasn’t just a crown. It was a curse. Helena didn’t sleep that night. The next morning, she walked into the corporate vault, where all classified family documents were stored. Her ID scanned. She walked past her father’s original contracts, her mother’s secret archives, and paused at the file labeled:

“You’ve got the wrong person.” “No, sir.” The reply was immediate. Ethan exhaled sharply, pacing a few steps. “This is ridiculous.” “Sir,” Victor continued, “you are the only surviving heir of the Cross lineage.” Ethan froze. The words didn’t immediately register. He turned his head slightly, as if trying to process what he had just heard. “…Heir?” A short, disbelieving laugh escaped him. “Yeah, right.” But there was no humor in it. Only exhaustion.

His jaw clenched. “Watch your big mouth, little nosy bastard,” he said. The oldest of the lot—a Fat Man with the stained silk tie and short temper—leaned back in his chair and tapped the edge of his glass. “Calm down everybody! You can’t have both the girl and your legacy, Elky Jennings. You have to pick one or another.” Legacy? What a poetic word for a stash of blood money in a dodgy Swiss account and multiple floors of empty rooms with 18th century closets full of skeletons. I swallowed a smirk with my wine but my face didn’t move a muscle.

Damon waited for my reaction. “She built tunnels,” I said quietly. “Hidden routes in the system before her fall.” Marcus began compiling the oldest maps. Roe prepared a forensic layer audit. Lyra asked, “Do we go public?” I answered, “Not yet. Let her think she still has cover.” Damon approved. “Contain first. Expose later.” We reviewed every department report again. Operations showed stability. Finance held firm. Communications under control. Only one item remained open, Legacy Node 42. Marcus spoke last. “If she’s using it, she’s inside our base structure.” I said, “Then we start from below.” Damon nodded. The room went silent.

I asked, my grip tightening at the phone. Alex hesitated. “I don’t understand the entire details, however I realize it includes something international. Dominion wasn’t pretty much energy —it turned into approximately manage. Legacy turned into designed to convey that management into each factor of life. Finance, technology, communications—they desired to centralize the entirety below one system.” Ethan gestured for me to place the decision on speaker, and Alex’s voice crammed the room. “If you’re decrypting it, you want to be equipped for what occurs whilst you open it,” Alex endured. “Legacy is possibly tied to a failsafe— something so one can spark off robotically if it’s tampered with.”

Jonathan Ridgewell frowned. Caldwell did not respond immediately. The same hesitation that had appeared during the executive session two nights earlier returned. But this time the silence lasted longer. Because Halbrook carried history. Old Covenant capital. Hidden influence. Scandal that had never fully disappeared. One investor finally spoke. “Halbrook?” Another added quietly, “I thought those assets were dissolved years ago.” Caldwell answered carefully. “Certain legacy structures were preserved for strategic continuity.” The explanation sounded reasonable. But the room’s confidence had already shifted.

“The approval signature… it’s not new.” That made him pause. Slowly, he turned back. “What do you mean, not new?” She hesitated again. Then, “It appears in legacy system architecture. Old executive frameworks. From before your tenure.” Adrian stared at her. “That system was decommissioned years ago.” “Yes,” she said quietly. “But it wasn’t erased. Just… dormant.” His mind began to tighten. Dormant systems didn’t activate on their own. Someone had to wake them. Someone with access. Deep access. Adrian exhaled slowly. “Bring me everything on that framework,” he said firmly. “Every file. Every trace. Every administrator who ever had access.”

He lifted his head and lets out deep breath and said," Son,I want you to become my next in line, take over my legacy " Taking over dad's legacy, involves so much than physical beings Dad might be Dracula but he's kinda fetish... "Dad,i already have my pack, remember.... I am not just a vampire but a werewolf?"... I declared openly and hoped he'd understand... He took back his eyes and walked to the photograph of mom I left hung on the wall "Wow, I cannot believe that our son would be this selfish,". He pressed his hands on mom's photograph and was talking to her picture..

Our last one ended with the Geranos and this one will start with a new family but don't worry, this book leads to a fourth one which actively involves the two families. So you can call this book the prequel to the final Sequel. I hope you enjoy this book as much as I enjoyed writing it.

he countered, and raised himself from the ground. Andrew watched him stride out of the room and wept silently. He was heartbroken. That day was the worst day of his life. He felt dreadful, and his heart was filled with guilt. He had offended someone who had trust in him. He silently prayed for her forgiveness as he carried her dead body out of the bedroom and out to the deepest part of the woods where he secretly dug a grave for Elena and buried her of his own accord. He stayed at her grave mourning her for the whole night, pleading with Elena to forgive him and promising that he would make sure he gets revenge on her behalf.