The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over Legacy's sprawling mansion. His mind was a tempest of conflicted emotions, a maelstrom of desire, jealousy, and obsession that churned within him. The demons of his past had risen to the surface, consuming his thoughts and driving him to the edge of reason.His fingers curled around the glass of whiskey, the burn of the alcohol a feeble attempt to quell the storm raging within his chest. The image of Summer and another man together was a thorn in his mind, a constant reminder of what he felt he had lost. He stared out at the vast expanse of his property, the darkness outside mirroring the shadows that had taken root within him."I can't just let you slip through my fingers, Summer," he murmured to himself, his voice a low, ominous whisper that seemed to be carried away by the wind. “I won’t just do nothing watching you being happy, Summer, with that fucking bastard and without having the chance to be with my son.”A sinister sm
Summer's gaze remained unyielding, her emotions a tempest she struggled to contain. "Understand what, Legacy? The damage has been done."A mixture of regret and remorse flickered across his features, his shoulders sagging beneath the weight of their shared history. "I know I can't change the past, but I can't help but feel a connection to this baby, to you."A bitter laugh escaped Summer's lips, the sound as brittle as her resolve. "A connection born out of a reckless disregard for the consequences of your actions?"Legacy's eyes bore into hers, the rawness of his expression baring the complexities of his emotions. "I was young, stupid, and I made mistakes. But I can't erase the past. I want to be there for this child, to be a father."“Young? What the fuck! Right, stupid, I couldn’t agree more. You’re way worse than that.” The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken words. As Summer's gaze held Legacy's, she saw the remnants of a man who had once shattered her heart. And yet, i
His malevolence remained hidden beneath a veneer of remorse, a mask that concealed the sinister intentions that lay beneath.Summer's vulnerability was his canvas, and he painted upon it a portrait of contrition and longing. It was a performance designed to elicit her compassion, to make her believe that he was worthy of a second chance. And as he gazed into her eyes, he reveled in the knowledge that she remained entrapped within the web he had spun.The seconds stretched, their gazes locked in a silent exchange that spoke volumes of their shared history. Legacy's eyes gleamed with a calculated intensity, his expression carefully calibrated to mirror the depths of sorrow he wished to convey. His every movement, every word, was a meticulously orchestrated symphony of manipulation, a symphony that he conducted with a cold and calculating precision.And Summer, swayed by the currents of emotion and memories that washed over her, could not help but respond to his act. Her heart ached with
In the midst of their exchanges, he'd lean in just a little too close – a calculated proximity that sent her heart racing. His laughter was a melody that resonated in her ears, evoking memories of a time when things were simpler, when their friendship held a sense of innocence.But beneath the facade of charm, Legacy's intentions were far from innocent. His actions were a dance of manipulation, a calculated attempt to exploit Summer's vulnerabilities for his own gain. The perfume, the style, the smiles – they were all part of a carefully constructed illusion, a web of deceit that threatened to ensnare her once again.Legacy's tactics of manipulation went beyond mere words and gestures. He had a knack for exploiting the smallest details, turning them into powerful tools to weave his web of influence.The watch that Summer had painstakingly chosen during a day of shopping now adorned Legacy's wrist. Its gleaming face caught the light, a symbol of their shared history. With every glance
"I know, Sum," Legacy replied with a sigh, his gaze lingering on her. "But I wish I could stay longer. Seeing you and Luca like this… it's something I didn't realize I wanted until now." Summer's lips curved into a soft smile, a mixture of fondness and understanding in her eyes. "I know, Leggie," she said, using the nickname from their childhood days. "But we can't keep doing this. It's not fair to Osiris, and it's not fair to us either." Legacy nodded, his expression conflicted. "You're right, as always. I just… I can't help but feel like I'm missing out on something important." Her hand reached out to gently touch his arm, a gesture of reassurance. "You're not missing out, Legacy. You're a part of our lives, and Luca will always know that too and our baby.”“Except, Osiris,” he interjected.Summer sighed. “Yeah, he hates you.” As the sound of footsteps grew louder, Legacy's shoulders tensed, and he cast a fleeting glance towards the door. "I'll go," he said, his voice tinged with
Summer looked up from her plate, her gaze meeting his briefly before flitting away. "Yeah, everything's fine," she replied, her voice distant.Osiris's brows furrowed, his eyes searching hers for answers. "You seem... different. Is something bothering you?"Summer's shoulders tensed slightly, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her napkin. "I'm just dealing with some stuff," she offered, her tone evasive.He leaned in, his voice a whisper in the quiet room. "You can talk to me, you know. We're a team, remember?"She met his gaze for a moment, a fleeting look that held a mixture of emotions—uncertainty, guilt, and a flicker of something else. But then, she looked away again. "I know, Osiris. It's just... things have been a bit overwhelming lately."A heavy pause hung between them, the weight of unspoken words filling the air. Osiris's heart ached, a sense of helplessness settling over him as he realized how distant they had become. He missed the easy laughter, the shared moments, th
As the silence between them lingered, Legacy's smile widened, a sinister curve of his lips that sent a chill down Summer's spine. He was relishing in the chaos he had caused, the turmoil that was now palpable in the air. He had orchestrated this moment, carefully weaving a web of deceit and betrayal that now ensnared them all.Summer's heart raced, her mind racing to find a way to salvage the situation. She knew that things had changed irreversibly between her and Osiris, and the blame rested squarely on her shoulders. But as her gaze met Legacy's, she couldn't shake the feeling that he was the puppeteer behind this entire spectacle, manipulating their emotions for his own sinister agenda.Legacy's victory was clear in his eyes, a triumph that he reveled in as he turned away from the scene. He had achieved his goal, creating a fracture between Summer and Osiris that would be difficult to mend. And as he walked away, his steps filled with a sense of satisfaction, Summer was left to gra
Promising to return after a few years, Legacy made a vow that stayed etched in Summer's memory."Summer, I love you. But I have to go with my parents. They want me to study abroad. But don't worry, when I come back, if you're single and I'm single, I'll date you. I'll buy anything you need, and I'll make myself rich just to have you as my wife!"And with that, they had said their goodbyes, both holding onto the promise of a future together.But as Summer's thoughts drifted to that memory, another one interjected itself. One that shattered her illusions and left her heartbroken. She remembered her conversation with Martha, Osiris' ex-wife."Why, Summer? I entrusted my child to you and Osiris, and now you're doing this? Why are you hurting him?" Martha's words echoed in her mind."Martha!" Summer called out, as if pleading for answers. But as she opened her eyes, she realized she had been dreaming. She was sitting by the pool, tears streaming down her face. With a heavy heart, she made