Novel & Cerita The Hawthorne Legacy Audiobook Free

Our last one ended with the Geranos and this one will start with a new family but don't worry, this book leads to a fourth one which actively involves the two families. So you can call this book the prequel to the final Sequel. I hope you enjoy this book as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Hospitality industry taught people patience and tolerance. After thirty minutes of undirected conversation, the old man left the office. Ima sighed with a great relief. She endured listening to the uncoordinated topic from a stranger. The man seemed to have known her but from where she wasn’t sure. He spoke of things that she did not relate with though she liked the historical part of it.

"Your five minutes are up. Rebecca will contact Bennett about scheduling the DNA test. Now please leave. I have a murder to solve." He moved toward the door but paused. "One more thing. The Hawthorne legacy isn't just about wealth and control. It's also about loyalty. When someone threatens our family, we destroy them. Completely, utterly, without mercy." "Is that a threat?" "It's a promise. Whoever killed your mother, whoever is framing you, whoever is trying to take my child's mother from them—" his voice dropped to something dangerous, "—I will find them. And I will make them regret ever crossing a Hawthorne. That's what the legacy means, Evelyn. That's why our child needs to be part of i

Soloman states, moving his plate back he lifts the briefcase onto the table and opens it in front of us – handing over a very old and fragile looking book to Gerald. “This is the Hawthorne family archive – it’s never left our territory before and I will have to take it back with me when we leave – but contained in this book is everything you need to know about your ability. What it is, how to learn how to use it and how to learn to keep it protected.” Gerald stands and walks around the table to me, Sandy jumps up and removes everything out of the way, pulling out two fresh napkins and laying them down as added protection on the table in front of me so that the book can be placed on them. Zal

I muttered, my eyes focused on the document. Taking a deep breath, my fingers carefully opened the file, and instantly my world fractured. It wasn’t just infidelity or mere financial manipulation. It’s lineage. Legacy. Theft was woven so deeply into history that it felt unreal. Lucy Hawthorne, no. She was never meant to be a Hawthorne. Lucy Hale. The long lost Hale family, the true foundation beneath Hawthorne wealth. Records of a car accident decades ago were all present. A parents declared dead, a child missing, quietly erased.

“You think I enjoy this? That I find pleasure in watching you sulk like a child? No. But empires aren’t built on feelings. They’re built on resolve. Sacrifice. If you want to be more than my son if you want to be my heir you need to accept what that costs. People, relationships, love… they’re all luxuries. And luxuries can be replaced. Our legacy cannot.” He lifted his glass in a mock toast, his expression almost smug. “To the Hawthorne future. And to you, Xander, for proving you’re not as soft as I once feared.” Xander felt a flash of heat rise in his chest anger, shame, something darker but he forced his face to remain impassive. Every instinct screamed at him to shove the folder back in L

Harl’s face was a mask of soot and disbelief. ​"We don't need a heartbeat where we're going," I replied. "I’m going to feed the mercury everything. Every file, every face, every ghost. I’m going to turn our history into a smokescreen." ​I closed my eyes and reached into the deepest recesses of the mercury lattice. I didn't look for medical data this time. I looked for the smell of the First Forge. I looked for the weight of my father’s hammer. I looked for the sound of Sarah’s laughter before the first audit. I took those precious, jagged shards of humanity, and I shoved them into the silver engine’s intake.

“I suppose…can I think about this? Maybe we can list the people and organizations I want to leave stuff to first, then come back to what exactly?” “Sure thing. I know how hard this can be.” She offered me a tissue, and it was only then that I realized my cheeks were damp. I took the tissue and dabbed gently at my face and eyes. “Thank you.” “No problem.” I sighed. “I’m sorry for getting so emotional. I’m just realizing that I have a lot of regrets that I don’t have time to undo now…” Hawthorne smiled sadly. “Trust me, I know. I encounter this all the time. People often don’t realize what they can do or could have done until it’s too late—and it doesn’t get any later than death.”

Every claim backed by proof. The day of the exposé arrived faster than Elara had anticipated. The air was thick with tension as she sat in the living room of her estate, watching the news unfold. Reporters had caught wind of the story, and the headlines were already flooding in: "Hawthorne Scandal: Cassia’s Empire Built on Lies?" "Shocking Revelations from Hawthorne Heiress’s Private Diary" "Manipulation, Fraud, and Betrayal: The Dark Side of the Hawthorne Legacy"