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I asked. "Because I built a company from nothing," he said and he stood up and walked to the window. "I worked my whole life to create something and I need someone to give it to when I die. I need a son or a daughter who can take over. That's what legacy means Bella." "So this is about your company," I said. "This is about our future," he said and he turned around. "Don't you want a family? Don't you want kids running around this apartment?"

I'm so scared. The screenshots showed me yelling at her, insulting her in every way possible, with hateful language directed at disabled people. I stared at the screenshots for several minutes, knowing they had been fabricated. I immediately forwarded everything to Trevor. The investigation was swift. "You've been exposed."

To her father’s disappearance, to the Crescent Moon pack, and to the legacy that now fell on her shoulders. But what did that legacy mean? She had never asked for any of this. All she had ever wanted was a quiet life, to honor her father’s memory by continuing his work as a veterinarian in Cedar Grove. She had never imagined she’d be thrust into a world of ancient prophecies and werewolf politics. It felt like a dream, a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from. Behind her, the soft crunch of footsteps on the forest floor broke through her thoughts. Isla turned to find Luca emerging from the trees, his presence as undeniable as the weight of the world pressing down on her.

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..

Just the man I saved—and the man who was currently breaking my heart. ​"What are you doing here, Mr. Cromwell?" I asked, my voice trembling. "The 'Legacy' is inside." ​"The Legacy is a lie," he said, taking a step into the moonlight. "And you shouldn't be talking to Velez. He’s a vulture, Hannah. He doesn't want your talent. He wants to take the only thing I have left that's real." ​He didn't call me 'Martin.' He didn't mention the footage. He just stood there, the distance between us filled with the things he was too proud to say.

Daniel finally enters the room, and Diana asks him about her gifts. “Oh! That? I forgot to get yours. I tend to forget things so easily these days,” Daniel lied, hurting Diana’s feelings. He has not bought her anything since he feels she doesn’t need them. Diana chokes on her tears at her father’s lies. He claims to forget to buy her gifts, but he bought gifts for Penelope. She feels dejected and disappointed. Was it too hard for him to buy her something even minor? “Okay, father, welcome home,” she greeted out of grievance and hurried up to her room.

“I hoped you'd love it” Confusion was written all over Lyra’s face as she stared at her Dad. She trudged towards her bedroom as her Dad followed behind. “I put in a word with one of the Alphas, he spoke to the pack and asked them to welcome you” “Alphas? I’d love it? Uh.. what..” she stuttered. “Yeah, you’ve always loved to be treated as a princess, to have your own throne and be a Queen!” “Yeah, that was your ten year old girl! It's been Ten years Dad!” she explained as she threw herself on the bed situated in the room.

"He was just a person who made mistakes and tried to do better at the end." "Exactly." Alexander kissed my forehead. "And that's a legacy you can work with." "I can run Thompson Enterprises differently than he did." I realized. "Learn from his mistakes instead of repeating them." "That's what he wanted." Alexander showed me one of Richard's final letters. "He wrote about hoping you'd be better leader than he'd been." I read Richard's words about his regrets and hopes for my leadership. He'd known his flaws and wanted me to avoid them. That realization helped me accept his complicated legacy.

Fault lines beneath polished surfaces. People were systems too. And systems always failed somewhere. I dug deeper. Old forums. Archived gossip blogs. Industry whisper pages that hadn’t been scrubbed by lawyers yet. Most of it was fluff—speculation, envy, bored writers reaching for drama. Then I found a comment buried beneath an article from nearly three years ago. She’s obsessed with legacy. Not love. That man is just a means. No username. No follow-up. I stared at it longer than necessary. Legacy.

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."