Hidden Legacy Series Novels & Stories

The kind of door that hadn’t seen the light of day in decades, maybe even centuries. The house hadn’t given up all its secrets yet. This was the Grimsby legacy—old, full of mysteries and forgotten histories, waiting to be unearthed. A whole new chapter was waiting for us, and I had no idea what we’d find on the other side, but I knew one thing: Field Team 42’s work wasn’t over. *********

She had truly hoped that her mom was joking yesterday when she spoke about Jared but seeing that Elizabeth had searched her out to talk about it, it must be serious. "You know that Dad's company is seeing a little bump in the road and that was one of the reasons you got married to Levi. Skyline was going to give the company a bit of a revival, but now with Daniel dead and the battle for ownership at the Beaumonts, it means that the Skyline project has been put on hold." Lila nodded because she expected that this would happen.

I sat back down, watching them. Tyrell glanced at Deirdre, and she looked apologetic. “I had to tell her,” she explained to him. “I’m sure the last thing she’ll do is tell other people about it. We trust them, right?” “It’s not about trust, Deirdre. It’s about history and loyalty. Her loyalties lie with the werewolves, and of course she’s not going to be very happy about the fact that your father does what he does,” Tyrell said.

My heart pounded in my chest as I trailed him, every instinct telling me that he was hiding something—something important. After a few blocks, he turned off the main road and headed toward the outskirts of town. My stomach tightened when I realized where he was going. The open field. The place had always given me an eerie feeling. It was mostly abandoned, except for a few old sheds and rusted-out cars that had been left to rot. I crept closer, slipping behind a large tree at the edge of the field. From my hiding spot, I could see Jack pulling his bike to a stop near a cluster of trees.

“Two hundred million doesn’t just vanish without questions. My hands shook when I took out my phone, opening the banking app I had been obsessively checking for weeks. But there were the transactions — the enormous sums coursing through shell companies I had never seen before. I’d already confronted David about it yesterday, and he’d kissed my forehead, brought up how paranoid I was. *Just some bookkeeping errors, darling. I will have it by morning. * “It’s not about the money.” Sophie's voice dropped lower. "It's the bloodline. The Weber legacy endangers everything we've created, as long as she lives. Or have you forgotten what became of the last pack that allowed a Weber to live?”

Nicholas Scott realized that a true legacy encompasses not only what one has achieved but also what one has left behind for future generations as he sat in the conference room of Scott Global Enterprises, overlooking the metropolis he had assisted in transforming. Nicholas Scott had always been surrounded by legacy, which pressed down on him relentlessly. He had spent years trying to get out of his father's shadow, proving that he could set a new path and build something that would stand up to the forces of greed, corruption, and unbridled ambition.

Ethan’s voice dropped to a whisper, the truth hitting like a storm. “My father’s been dead for years. So if that signal is active…” He looked up, his eyes burning with fury and disbelief. “…then someone who once worked for him never stopped.” And this time, they weren’t after money— They were after the legacy itself.

He let the screen do it, and the screen stopped on a name that made Kaela's stomach drop before her mind caught up to why. Orveen. "That's not a claimant credential," Lucien said, flatly. It was not a question, though it came out like the front half of one. "No," Adair said. "It's tagged as legacy-remnant. Which is either a leftover from a role that predates the claimant system entirely and was never formally closed out — " he looked up as he continued, “ — or something somebody forgot to revoke because they didn't know it existed to revoke."

"We shouldn't keep fighting each other anymore." Her eyes met his again. "Our real enemy is Liora." Lucien slowly nodded. "I was already investigating that before those bastards arrested me." Stephanie frowned. "You were?" Lucien set the plate aside. "The hidden heiress of Starlight Enterprise recently returned." "Starlight?" Stephanie interrupted, visibly shocked. "I've heard they're one of the biggest companies in the world." "They are." Lucien's expression grew serious. "But here's the strange part, the heiress looks exactly like Liora."

"He stayed behind to get smoked. He held onto a bag that was already empty, Nikos. That’s not loyalty; that’s just bad math. He fumbled the entire legacy because he couldn't accept that the meta has changed. It’s my era now. Your bloodline? It’s legacy code. It’s being deleted." Nikos finally looked up, his eyes bloodshot and stinging. The defiance was a flickering coal in his chest, refusing to go out. "Then finish it. Why the yap? You want to be the main character so bad, just pull the trigger and get your closure. Stop clout-chasing a ghost."