The Good Girl Effect (Salacious Legacy, #1)

by Sara Cate

For those who would like to make connections between this series and the original, a family tree has been provided.

Oh I’m going to go insane

Hunter, Isabel, and Drake Phoenix Scott Austin Scott Weston Scott Garrett & Mia Liam Porter Emerson Grant (with Charlotte) Beau Grant (with Maggie)

I’M OBSESSED WITH MY BABIES

“Yep,” my best friend Phoenix replies next to me.

I ALREADY NEED THEM TO STOP

“My name is Phoenix Scott,” the woman says with an American accent.

ITS NIX MY LOVE

she’s hiding something. After a contemplative look, she replies, “Like I said, he didn’t handle Em’s death well.” Before I can ask her to elaborate, Phoenix

If u don’t look at your lil baby girl

“Je suis désolée. J’ai commencé à faire à manger, nous nous amusions beaucoup, et je n’ai pas fait attention. Je suis une très bonne cuisinière en principe, et…”

It’s bad enough that he won’t even let Bea speak her mother’s language in their home.

The way I’m so stupid I didn’t even think about that

👀

It’s salacious

Ha

I don’t think everything needs to be perfected as a skill. There’s nothing wrong with just enjoying something for the sake of enjoying it.

And deep, deep down, I know my mind is trying to say that if I were better, then my mother wouldn’t have left.

Fuck okay we’re shooting missiles in the club ig

“Je m’appelle Elizabeth. Je suis la sœur de Jack.”

Bea shrugs. “I hope she takes care of Papa now.” “Why is that?” “Because I have you,” she chirps happily before wrapping her arms around my neck.

Break my fucking heart too bea god damn

GIRL IM SCREAMING TOO

THE CROWD GOES WIIIIIIILD

I’ve come to love this silence between us.

Bro you won’t let her talk

“L’addition, s’il vous plaît,”

“Espèce d’enfoiré cruel,”

“Salopard malfaisant!”

He tears the blindfold off and forces my chin upward. “Open your eyes, little bird.” At that name, a gasp slips through my lips, and I pop my eyes open, staring up at him in surprise. Little bird, like what my father used to call me. Like I told Jack in my letter.

I mean that’s weird but ok

“Bonne nuit. Fais de beaux rêves.”

“N’arrête pas,”

“N’arrête jamais.”

“I wouldn’t do that,” I say, not entirely sure it’s true.

You literally were planning to let the club fail so Matis would step in

“Lave-toi les mains,”

“Bonne idée.”

“J’ai grandi à Paris.”

my Camille,

Oh 👀

elevator. “You might recognize a few special guests.”

If it’s anyone I know I’m going to shit a brick

handsome smile puts a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “Emerson,” Jack says as he greets him. “I’m so honored that you came.”

AHHHHHHHHH THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT

After the hug, Jack turns toward me. “Camille, this is Emerson and Charlotte Grant.

CHARLIE MY BELOVED!!!!!!!

“Can you call her?” she asks. “Tell her she can sleep in your bed again, and maybe she’ll come back.”

BEATRICEEEEE LMAO

“She never slept in my bed,” I argue, which is a lie. “Yes, she did. Sometimes, I would get up in the middle of the night, and she would be in your bed.”

BEATRI SEECBDBX X XN

“So she can stop being my nanny,” Bea replies, moving her attention back to the icing and sprinkles. “Tante Elizabeth doesn’t have a nanny, and she has ladies who sleep in her bed all the time.”

GIVE BEA A PODCAST IM IN SHAMBLES