Stolen Legacy Book Novels & Stories

The masked man replied, “Because the Holy Book belonged to me in the first place.” “What?!” “Your father was the one who had stolen its core, and then passed it on to you.” “Huh?” Alex almost believed him. However, soon, he remembered that it was the legacy from his ancestors, something that belonged to the Rockefeller family. It was the same as having a bloodline inheritance, Guilherme and Yuno could even testify to this point, and it definitely wasn’t the core whatsoever of the Holy Book. Just then, there was no more road in front of him unexpectedly.

Sorens stated as I frown at him. “What did you say about the forgotten world? Do you know more about that part?” I asked him but he shook his head. “The forgotten world was when Northshore became Northshore, it was the last legacy before Northshore as we know it was built. The forgotten world is a myth, long forgotten.” “I need to know more about this world Sorens.” I asked him, my head already growing with possibilities. This exists, that means what this lady was trying to warn me of exists, for the forgotten world to rise. What does it mean?

I thought that after this incident, he might finally learn his lesson and stop pulling this kind of stunt. Unexpectedly, another delivery showed up outside my door that evening. I took it downstairs and tossed it into the trash along with the garbage from my apartment. When I came back upstairs, Derek was once again standing outside my door arguing with a delivery driver. The moment he saw me, he pointed a finger in my direction. "Was it you who stole my food? You pathetic freeloader. I caught you once at lunchtime, and now you've got the nerve to steal it again tonight?"

He looked over his shoulder. "Someone has been maintaining Genesis all this time." --- Dani stared at Victor. "You said Legacy ended." "It did." "You said Richard destroyed it." "He destroyed Legacy." Victor's voice remained calm. "He never found the people who inherited Genesis." --- The distinction chilled the room. Legacy had been an organization. Genesis... Was an idea. One that had survived. --- Sarah's recording crackled back to life. "If you're still listening..." "...then you've discovered the hardest truth." "Organizations can be dismantled."

Chapter 90 Vivian’s POV The heavy leather book in my hands felt cool and smooth. It was the hidden ledger I had stolen from Lady Veronica’s desk. Inside its pages were the secret names, dates, and locations of the illegal silver smuggling operation. Now, I was going to use those exact names to finish the game. I sat in the quiet library of the royal quarters, staring out the wide window at the dark capital city. The moon was a sharp silver crescent in the sky. It was the perfect night for a trap.

“You saw it as a weapon. You saw it as a key to power and wealth. But my parents… they built this as a legacy. A gift. And gifts are only ever owned by the people they are given to. Not by the ones who try to steal them.” I looked back at him, at the man who had pretended to be family, who had held me when I cried over my parents’ graves, who had smiled while he plotted our destruction. The sadness I felt was deeper than the anger. I had truly loved him. I had truly believed he was the only link I had left to my old life. “You weren’t the architect,” I said softly, the realization hitting me fully as I spoke. “You were just the thief. And thieves don’t get to keep what they take.”

You will be plagued by the bloodline's curse. Diego's chest tightens at the sad truth of what she said. The past he has tried to avoid is catching up with him. Because his legacy, his bloodline, has been soiled by betrayal, Lucia and Valentina are determined to bring him to his knees. The renegade Alpha Carlos Varela then emerges with a threatening smile as a mysterious voice pierces the environment. In an authoritative and determined manner, Carlos says, "Now, I'll take the children." "And I'll be carrying your legacy with me when I do."

I lost everything. And I will have to live with that for the rest of my life. Jude Regret has a strange way of haunting a man. It sneaks in during the quiet hours, when the world is still, and forces you to remember the choices that broke you. For me, it’s Seline. Always, Seline. I sit in my empty house, staring at the walls that once heard her laughter, and I wonder how I could have been so blind. She begged me to believe her, begged me to see her truth, and I turned my back. I chose lies over love.

“And what the fuck are you doing here?” “Is it now a crime to visit my cousin and his husband?” He laughed. “I can't believe grandpa wrote that stuff in his will. It's hilarious.” “Fuck off!” “No, I won't,” he strode towards me and grabbed my jaw. “You're nothing but a little shit who was given a company too big to handle.” “Booker Legacy Group will thrive under me!” I gritted my teeth. “Revive it first. I heard Eagle's Eye is losing ground and no one is purchasing the gadget.” He mused.

After all, even though I had always been obedient and gentle, I had zero tolerance when it came to betrayal. “Yvonne, do you really understand?” I nodded, curling my lips into a bitter smile. “Zayn, we both have to think of the family. I understand you need an heir. After all, the Levine mafia empire is vast. Someone has to inherit it. “If you think it would be easier, you can bring Whitney home so that she’s cared for. That way, I’ll feel reassured too.” Joy spread across his face when I said those words. He let out a long sigh of relief.