Novel & Cerita Ryan Clarke Legacies

"You've always wondered why my so-called poor father managed to leave me that old villa, haven't you?" Wallace's pupils shrank. That had always eaten away at him. My real father, Will Hampton, had been a legend in business until his untimely death. Olivia stole everything he left behind and told everyone he'd been a broke scholar, while I was just a penniless kid from the countryside. Only that old villa was still in my name. She thought it was worthless. But later, when the land got marked for redevelopment, she regretted it deeply.

“Agreed.” If she gives you a second chance, don’t blow it. Be the husband and father I wasn’t to you, your sister, and your mother. But, something tells me you’ve learned your lesson. You’re not as hard headed, head strong, and stubborn as I am. And one more thing. Tell your soon-to-be son or daughter (or any additional children you have) about their grandfather Walt. Along with you and Deidre, they are my true legacy. As much as I love Dawson Inc., it is family that is a man’s real and true legacy. Goodbye, son. Love,

Ryker blurted out. “What?!” Claris thundered. “You heard right. She got pregnant for Ryan too. Her baby is for Ryan. She wanted Ryker's legacy for Ryan. She tried to outsmart us and we put her where she belongs,” Mrs Clyde revealed. “How dare she? I knew something was off about that bitch! She knew Ryan! Ryan wasn't lying,” Claris voiced out angrily. “Yeah, and now that I have the baby, I'm going to inherit father's wealth,” Ryker said proudly.

“I knew you were never meant to carry my legacy.” “You mean the fraud?” Clarke snapped. “The lies? The dirty secrets you stuffed behind foundation grants and fake press? No, I wasn’t meant to carry it, right? I was meant to pose in front of it, smile for the cameras, wear a suit you picked out, and say things you approved.” “Sit down,” he barked. But Clarke didn’t move. He looked flushed, wild with disbelief and something close to grief.

His words spilled out, raw and heavy. Brian stepped closer, placing a steady hand on Andriel’s shoulder. “Just think about yourself for once, Andriel. You’ve lived your whole life for that legacy, for that promise. It’s time you lived for your own happiness. Whatever you decide, I’ve got your back.” Andriel’s eyes softened with gratitude, and he pulled his brother into a tight hug. As they stepped apart, a question lingered in Andriel’s heart: when it came down to love or legacy, which would he hold on to?

Jasper followed Callum's footsteps and left, leaving both father and daughter. “Lyra” Davies said. “You really need to do chose, and be fast.” He continued. “The pack has been at war between itself. It would bring a lot of peace and good for the pack to live in harmony as a pack once again. EVERYTHING IS ON YOUR SHOULDERS. MAKE US, OR BREAK US.

“You restored integrity. And when Adrian reapplied last year and was rejected fairly, he accepted it without resentment. Because he believed the process was honest.” Lydia felt something shift inside her. “He didn’t expect favoritism,” Celeste continued. “That matters.” The air softened. “So you’re not here for funding,” Lydia said slowly. “No.” “Or restitution.” “No.” Celeste stood. “I’m here so you understand that legacies aren’t only about mistakes or triumphs. They’re about moments.” She picked up the photograph but left it on the desk. “A decade ago, your father gave my son momentum. You gave him closure.”

I couldn’t live in this house. “…think about your father.” Those words drifted into my mind and I stopped. If I left now, the company would go under, Dad would never get the transplant he desperately needed and all this would be for nothing. I swallowed hard, a new idea crawling into my mind and twisting into something else. I didn’t need to run, I just needed a plan. First, I let them clear the debts and the hospital bills, then, I would gradually take control of Dad’s company and make it strong again. And when it was safe enough for me to stand on my own, I would walk away and build a good life for myself and Dad.