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Ella asked, her voice barely a whisper. "After the fire, you had plastic surgery to take on the identity of Lila Kane, a journalist who died in the fire. It was the only way to keep you safe." Ella quickly put the pieces together. "So… the ‘grandpa’ Kai mentioned isn’t actually my dad but Lila Kane’s father?" Leo nodded silently. Ella fell silent, her mind spinning with the weight of everything she’d just learned. Finally, she looked back up at Leo. "What about Lucas Montgomery?"

**Chapter 139: Legacy** The golden afternoon light stretched long across the Kane estate, painting the manicured lawns in warm honey and amber. I sat on the wide terrace overlooking the lawn, a glass of chilled lemonade in my hand, watching the beautiful chaos unfold below. Laughter rose like music—high-pitched squeals from little voices, deeper chuckles from the older ones, and Lucian’s rich baritone cutting through it all like an anchor. This was legacy. Not the towering skyscrapers in downtown Miami or the billions in offshore accounts. Not the ruthless empire Lucian had once ruled with an iron fist. This—bare feet on grass, sticky hands from melting popsicles, and love so fierce it had s

The crew had done a great job, yet all I felt as I entered the hall, was emptiness. He wouldn't be here. And that was all I could think of. "Miss Petrov, a smile for the camera, please?" "Does this inauguration ceremony mean your firm will now be representing government officials?" "Is it true that you sponsored the homeless kids' charity organization..." Flashes of cameras focused on me, and I smiled and waved politely, sucking in a deep breath when I finally joined the main hall. It was a private luxurious party, the type where guests were only allowed a plus one who would be screened beforehand.

A folder popped open immediately — labeled simply, Legacy. Inside were dozens of video files. They clicked the first one. Eleanor’s face appeared on the screen. Her hair was shorter, her eyes softer — this was years ago. “Adrian,” she said, her voice calm but tired. “If you’re watching this, it means you’ve found the truth. I know you hate me for what I’ve done. You should. But there’s something you must understand.” Maya held her breath.

He was handing me a sword and asking me to fight beside him. For some reason, fear gripped my soul. I wanted to walk away. I wanted to tell him to burn in the Legacy he wanted to resurrect. But I didn’t. Because part of me was still that girl who needed answers. Still that girl who hadn’t forgotten what he did at the party. Still that girl who had everything ripped away in one night- the betrayal, the lies, the kiss, the fire. Still that girl who watched her ex-boyfriend make out with another man and tried to drown her heartbreak in a drink she didn’t realize had been spiked.

Gabrielle stood silently, shyly playing with her fingers and just wishing she could disappear. Finally, Headmaster Hawthorn held up a hand. "Miss Depora, please. Miss Parks, is this something you want also?" He looked at her, his expression unreadable. "Are you comfortable with a recount?" The question hung in the air. Comfortable? No. Humiliated and undermined, definitely. Gabrielle glanced at Evelyn, then she swallowed hard, she nodded while looking at the floor, not wanting to look at the faces of all the people looking down on her humble background. "It is fine with me, Sir. I am fine with a recount," she answered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jess butted in as well, receiving a glance from me before lowering my gaze again. "Stupid, I know..." "No, it actually sounds kinda cool," She replied with a warm smile, receiving one from me as well. "Why did you never tell us? We've been friends for five years for fuck's sake!" Kayla said with a little bit of disappointment. "We weren't allowed to," My sister answered before I could, earning ourselves puzzled looks from them both. "What? Why?" "Our father instructed us to do so. He never told us why," She simply said with a shrug.

she said, turning as her hair swayed with her and she walked away. "Wait up," he said, jogging and stopping when he was beside her. "Let's take a walk around the great Carrington mansion," Levi added. It was one that had been passed down for three generations now. Her father grew up there as a child with his brother and sister. She did too, even though she was barely in the house at all times.

he questioned and I just rolled my eyes, this two deserved one another, being the pain in our asses, backing up his wife's position just a few minutes after walking in, kudos to their union. “Yes, she's the daughter of the crescent pack by the heritage of her father, mother, and even brother,” Lady Lena spoke up, this was dragging too much and it was becoming tiring, this was now a battle for the heritage of Ellie, when even she just stood in the middle of the room confused, while Simone was not even regarded at all in this matter.

“But loneliness always catches up eventually. They crave an anchor. Someone to hold the line when the rest of the world is trying to bleed them dry.” Her sharp, evaluating gaze swept slowly across the studio, lingering on my sketches, my fabrics, and finally landing on the rumpled clothes I had worn for three straight days. “And now he has you,” she murmured, her voice dropping to a dangerous, soft cadence. “A sweet, fragile little distraction to keep him warm while the real world closes in on him. Let's just hope you're strong enough to survive the weight of his legacy, Elara. Because history has a nasty habit of repeating itself in this family.”