Novel & Cerita Malivore Legacies

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:

A snake I didn’t get rid of properly. “Maliah Grey is a heartless, careless and irresponsible woman who doesn’t care about her pregnancies. She is willing to go against doctors' orders and her body’s demand just to put work first. She lost seven pregnancies in 4 years as a result of her indifferent attitude towards innocent lives that should have been given a chance to see life at its finest. Her cold-heartedness ripped those babies from becoming part of this world” I think my chest was closing up. I was aware of my hands tugging my hair painfully as I read the words over and over again.

I pointed to the weapon Mallory now held, “was always the endgame. This is not about Lucian. This is about your jealousy, your hatred so profound you needed me erased. If you could no longer feast on my suffering, then I had no right to exist, did I?” Valeria’s face smoothed over, the tears drying instantly. She stared at me with chilling composure. “Yes. Precisely. I loathe you. You stole my parents, my brothers, my uncles, with your righteous, ‘Serena can do no wrong’ mask. To the hells with you. I hope Lucian turns out to be a more promiscuous whore than he was with me. For the record, I blackmailed him. He was intoxicated in the washroom when I took him. I ensured it was recorded. Most o

Group elements with carefully chosen, controlled participants when the darkness demanded more. But at the core, it was always us. Love forged in lies. Extreme pleasure as our armor against the family curse. As I buried myself deep in her ass one stormy night, her milk leaking onto my hands, children safe down the hall, I knew the story would never truly end. More heirs. More betrayals. More fucking through the fire. Our legacy was lust, blood, and unbreakable sin.

"You shouldn't be upset with me, Ava. Today it’s her; tomorrow it’ll be someone else. This is how I live, and this is how I want to live. The main thing is that you don't end up in this place. I will never be in another relationship." “Why?” I whisper, resigned. "Because I came from an orphanage. I was a foundling. I don't know what a normal family is, and neither do you or anyone here. I’m a moral monster who doesn’t know how to love and isn’t accustomed to caring for anyone but myself.” I can’t see, but I hear him turn his head to look at me. "You're all I have, Ava. That’s why I came with Christina." "I..." I start to speak, but he interrupts me.

The subtle manipulation, the assumption that I was still the arrogant boy he could mold to his will. He thought he could still pull my strings, just like he had with so many others, just like he had with my own father. In that moment, looking at him, I saw it with stark clarity: both our families, the Vales and the Blackwoods, were built on a foundation of rot. A legacy of ambition, deceit, and quiet corruption, passed down through generations. “Loyalty, Dr. Vale?” I echoed, a bitter laugh escaping me. “Or complicity?”

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.

Each tick of the clock only reminded her of how alienated she felt—not just from her roommates but from the entire Green Valley experience. Packing up all her stuff and getting ready to call it a night, Gabrielle could bearly open her eyes as they fell swollen and as if they had sand on them. Standing up she had only took two steps from her chair then…she collided with a hard chest. “Ow,” she muttered, rubbing her shoulder, looking up to find the last person she expected. A smirk lit up Damian Morgan’s face, Green Valley’s notorious bad boy, known for his rebellious streak and disdain for authority. Rich, reckless, and undeniably charming, Damian embodied everything Gabby found objectionable

Malachai’s voice came from everywhere, dragging her back, anchoring her to the weight of what she had witnessed. Lyla turned And she was no longer in the past. She was back in the abyss. Back in the present. Malachai stood before her, his black eyes burning. "This is the legacy you have claimed." Lyla’s breath came fast, her heartbeat thunderous. Because he wasn’t wrong. She had inherited this war. Not just the prophecy. Not just the title. But the sins of the past. She clenched her fists, steadying herself. "You wanted me to see this," she said, voice like steel. "To break me."

Maria tried to influence Tomy to take over the Dawn Family company. As expected, Maria was the main culprit behind the accident that occurred in her in-laws. If Claire were still alive, William wouldn't have had the heart to hand over the company to his daughter because he trusted her so much. However, when Claire died, things became very complicated for William. Even though the company's ownership should have gone to Tomy as the surviving descendant, William became very hesitant since he discovered that Maria was a scheming woman. Now, William's trust turns to Belle, a 27-year-old girl who is only his caretaker.