All Chapters of legacy of secret : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The scent of sizzling meat and freshly fried potatoes filled the air of Joe’s Grill, a modest burger joint tucked into the corner of a busy intersection. It wasn’t the fanciest place in town, but it stayed busy, attracting an endless stream of hungry customers. Behind the counter, I hustled to keep up with the chaos, juggling plates of burgers and fries while dodging my coworkers. “Elena! Table four’s waiting on their double cheeseburger!” barked Max, the manager, his voice sharp over the noise of the kitchen. “Got it!” I shouted back, forcing a smile even though my feet ached and my back screamed for a break. Max wasn’t exactly a bad boss, but he had a way of making sure no one ever slowed down—not even for a second. Joe’s Grill was far from glamorous. The linoleum floors were cracked, the neon sign outside flickered every few minutes, and the grill seemed to belch smoke at the worst times. But for me, it was a lifeline. The job didn’t pay much, but it was enough to scrape by

The city buzzed with its usual rhythm of chaos and order. Sleek cars zipped down busy streets, while pedestrians scurried along the sidewalks, their lives playing out in the symphony of honking horns and distant chatter.Adrian Knight stepped out of his office building, the towering glass structure reflecting the late afternoon sunlight. As one of the most successful businessmen in the city, Adrian had a commanding presence that turned heads wherever he went. His tailored suit clung perfectly to his broad frame, and his dark eyes carried a sharpness that made people think twice about crossing him.His day had been a whirlwind of meetings and strategy sessions, all revolving around the Callahan empire. Ever since Victor Callahan's death, Adrian's role as a trusted associate had grown even more complicated. The family's infighting over the inheritance was dragging on, and whispers of the "illegitimate daughter" had added fuel to the fire.Adrian didn’t care much for the drama—his focus

I leaned back in my chair, staring at the opulence of the room around me. Adjusting to the grandeur of the Callahan estate was like trying to wear shoes two sizes too big—it just didn’t fit. The polished wood floors, the endless corridors, the towering paintings on the walls—all of it screamed wealth in a way I’d only seen on TV. But it wasn’t just the house that felt foreign. It was the people. The polite but judgmental staff, the veiled insults from my newfound "family," and the constant feeling of being watched—all of it weighed on me. I spent most of my time in the garden or library, avoiding the stares and whispers as much as I could. That afternoon, I sat alone in the garden, letting the breeze play with the locket around my neck. It was the one thing that still felt real, a tether to the life I’d left behind. I ran my fingers over the engraved word, “Always,” and wondered, not for the first time, what it really meant. “Still lost in thought, I see,” a voice broke through my

The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of the Callahan estate as I sat at the edge of the leather couch in the drawing room, my fingers tracing the edge of the folder Charles had handed me. The room was cold despite the warm hues of the decor, and the weight of the day hung heavy on my shoulders. It had only been a few hours since whispers about me had started circulating, whispers Victoria had undoubtedly planted.When Charles, the family’s trusted lawyer, arrived, his grave expression only confirmed my fears. He placed his briefcase down on the coffee table and sat opposite me, his piercing eyes locking with mine.“We need to talk,” he began, his voice calm but firm.I nodded, gesturing for him to continue.“This morning, I was presented with documents suggesting you may have falsified your DNA results and fabricated your connection to Victor Callahan,” Charles said, his tone neutral but his words sharp enough to make me flinch.“Fabricated?” I echoed, my voice trembling.

The next morning dawned colder than usual, but I felt a fire burning in my chest. The events of the past few days had shaken me to my core, but they’d also given me clarity. My fight wasn’t for wealth or status—it was for my mother, for her sacrifices, and for my own dignity. I couldn’t let Victoria or anyone else rewrite my story. As I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I felt a strange mix of determination and fear. My mother’s locket, now more significant than ever, hung around my neck like a shield. With a deep breath, I smoothed my blouse and tied my hair back. Today wasn’t about blending in or proving myself worthy to the Callahans—it was about standing up for the truth. When I entered the Callahan mansion’s grand dining hall for the family meeting, the tension was palpable. Victoria sat at the head of the table, radiating confidence in a designer suit. Her steely gaze flicked toward me the moment I stepped in, but I didn’t waver. “Good morning, dear sister,” she said wit