Novel & Cerita Is Caroline In Legacies

CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO Jamima and Caroline were on the same side and against Daniel. They both thought they were going to use each other to accomplish their goals, but in reality, they both were pawns in someone else's game. Jamima looked at Caroline and said, "Now tell me everything you know of him." "It all started years ago when he bought me from the werewolf kingdom's slave market." Caroline started.

She had a legacy to burn, and she intended to be the one holding the match. “Nurse,” she called, her voice raw, the sound scraping like a blade against the back of her throat. The door opened, heavy and silent, but it wasn’t medical staff who stepped through. It was Elias Carter—the man who shared her DNA but none of her soul—and the ghost of the man she once called Lucas. They didn’t come with flowers or the grace of a family. They came with a phalanx of lawyers and the sour, pervasive scent of desperation.

But instead, he’s acting like we are lovers. Adrian scanned the crowd slowly. “Because I don’t remember naming any heirs. So why is everyone throwing that title around like it’s fact?” Caroline’s mouth flapped open. No sound came out. I turned to her, tilting my head like I was studying a mildly interesting bug. “You’re one hundred percent sure I told someone to burn a child’s leg? Me? Personally? Why would I even bother? We’re not competing for the same man here, sweetie.”

After all, in their eyes, what could possibly be valuable about some old grave in the middle of nowhere? I stood by the upstairs window, watching Wallace's car disappear down the road, and a faint smile curved on my lips. There was something inside that safe—but it wasn't some priceless set of bonds. It was my real birth certificate and the evidence my father had left behind to prove Olivia's financial crimes. In my last life, I had almost gotten my hands on them. But before I could, they forced me to marry Abby, and my plan for revenge fell apart. This time, I'd let that fool guard the evidence for me.

Not the corrupt Elder Marcus who sat on the council now, but a leader who had died decades ago. "The Delvin line has always held leadership in Nightfall Pack," Mom's letter continued. "It's hereditary, passed down through blood and responsibility. Your brothers, Xavier, Dorian, Lucian and Soren all carry the Alpha gene, all born to lead. But you, my darling girl, you're special. You're my only daughter. The one who would inherit my council seat and carry on the Delvin legacy through the female line." "She knew." Soren's voice was rough with emotion.

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.

"Is that what you thought? That sleeping with a woman would somehow rewire my brain? My heart? That you could fuck the gay out of me?" "No Lancaster man has ever had such desires before." His voice turns dangerously quiet, like the calm before a tornado. "Five generations of honorable men, building a legacy you seem determined to destroy." My hands clench into fists so tight my nails draw blood from my palms. "So that's it? I'm a genetic mistake? The first Lancaster to break your precious mold?"

I wondered how it must feel to have the liberty to go on dates every week without the fear that Darius and I felt almost every day. I didn’t know she had said until she snapped a finger in front of my face and called out to me. “Hello? Is Zara in there?” I pulled myself out of my thoughts and blinked at her, confused as I asked, “What?” “What about you and Darius? I know you’re both werewolves, but Tyrell did tell me that you’re both from different…backgrounds,” she said, her eyes squinting as she glanced down at the table for a moment, looking cautious of overstepping.

“You wanted honesty.” He leaned back, looking up at the broken ceiling of the chapel. Light filtered in through the shattered stained glass, casting broken rainbows on the floor between us. “So she’s out there. Somewhere. A version of you who believes everything should be razed and rebuilt with fire. And she’s walking around with your face and possibly your memories.” “Not just memories,” I said. “Instinct. Legacy. And worst of all—freedom. She’s not bound by the things I still wrestle with. She doesn’t carry guilt. Or fear. She’s past all that.”

Lexi's POV Unable to bear it anymore, I turned and walked away, leaving my family to their mocking laughter. I have a long and difficult road ahead of me, but I was determined to succeed. I wanted to reclaim my mother's company, Eclipse Holdings, and restore it back to its former glory. I would get my mother's properties and I'll clear my name. I'll let everyone know that I wasn't responsible for my mother's death. I'll let everyone know that the real culprits are my father, my step mother and step sister.