Legacy of a billionaire son in-law

The Winters estate hall shone like a jewel under the night sky. The sprawling mansion stood tall, its grand architecture was a testament to power and wealth.

Tonight, the grand ballroom was alive with music, laughter, and the clinking of crystal glasses. The room dazzled with golden chandeliers, polished marble floors, and guests draped in expensive designer clothing.

Everywhere Leon Carter turned, there was a reminder that he didn't belong there. Standing near a corner, Leon adjusted his simple black suit as he behaved like a gentleman. The suit was clean and neat, but it lacked the designer labels that everyone else wore to the ballroom. He felt their eyes on him, the whispers loud enough to cause a deadly sting.

"Who is that?" A well dressed woman asked, her voice carrying just enough to ensure Leon heard. She did that to get his attention.

"Sophia's husband," Another answered with a smirk. "The nobody she married on a whim. How pathetic it looks."

The first woman laughed softly. "I still don't understand why she settled for someone so..... ordinary. He sticks out like a sore thumb although he looks handsome. Sophia went for good looks no doubt." They laughed.

"I rather be married to the most ugliest man on earth but swims in wealth. looks are deceptive, you know". she said with an arched eyebrow.

Leon clenched his fists, trying to block out the mocking voices. He stole a glance across the room and saw his wife, Sophia Winters, the epitome of grace and beauty. Her long red gown hugged her figure perfectly, her dark hair cascading in waves. She moved among the crowd with confidence, laughing politely at conversations and offering smiles that melted hearts.

But none of those smiles were for him.

Sophia hadn't always been this way. When Leon first met her, she was warm, full of life, and refreshingly down-to-earth despite coming from a wealthy family. Her laughter had been his anchor during his hardest days. But since their marriage, the Winters' fortune and status seemed to have driven a wedge between them.

"Leon," Sophia's voice pulled him from his thoughts. She stood before him, her eyes cold and her tone sharp. "You're embarrassing me.

"I'm just standing here," Leon said quietly, trying to mask his hurt.

"Exactly." She gestured toward the crowd. "At least try to talk to someone or look like you're enjoying yourself. You're making it too obvious that you don't fit in."Leon frowned. "I can't help how they treat me. You've seen the way your family looks at me."

Sophia's lips curled in disdain. "Then stop giving them a reason. You could try harder." Before Leon could respond, a man approached them. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and carried himself with an air of confidence that came from a life of privilege.

This was Ethan Grayson, the heir to one of the largest tech empires in the country and the Winters' family favorite. Ethan was everything Leon wasn't-rich, powerful, and charming.

"Sophia," Ethan greeted her with a dazzling smile, ignoring Leon entirely. "You look stunning tonight. As always." Sophia smiled back, her expression softening in a way that made Leon's stomach twist.

"Ethan," she replied warmly. Finally, Ethan turned to Leon, his eyes scanning him from head to toe with a hint of disdain.

"Ah, the infamous Leon Carter. Sophia's... husband." His tone was mocking, each word designed to sting. Leon forced a polite smile. "Ethan."

Ethan chuckled and leaned closer to Sophia, completely dismissing Leon. "You know, Sophia, you deserve someone who can match your elegance and class. Not someone who... drags you down." Leon's jaw tightened, but he said nothing.

Sophia didn't defend him. Instead, she allowed Ethan to take her arm and lead her away, leaving Leon standing alone.

The evening dragged on, each moment more unbearable than the last. As the crowd gathered for a toast, Richard Winters, Sophia's father, took center stage. A man of imposing presence, Richard exuded authority and power. He tapped his glass, commanding the room's attention.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Richard began, his voice booming, "tonight is not just any celebration. It's a moment to honor the legacy of the Winters family and to look forward to the future." Leon felt a sense of foreboding. There was something about Richard's tone, the way his eyes gleamed as he glanced at Leon, that made him uneasy.

Sophia's mother, Evelyn Winters, took the stage next. She was the embodiment of sophistication, her every word dripping with superiority. "It's wonderful to see so many dear friends and family here tonight," she said with a gracious smile. "We're celebrating the continued success of the Winters dynasty and, of course, the bright future ahead."

Her eyes landed on Leon, and her smile turned sharp. "And we're also here to reflect on the choices we make. Some strengthen the family, while others... well, let's just say they're lessons learned."

The crowd chuckled, and Leon felt the weight of their stares. Evelyn turned to Sophia. "Darling, why don't you join me on stage?" Sophia hesitated for a moment but then made her way to her mother's side. The room erupted in applause, all eyes on her. She looked radiant, her beauty almost otherworld under the ballroom lights.

Evelyn placed a hand on Sophia's shoulder. "My daughter is the heart of this family, and she deserves nothing but the best. Which is why I am so thrilled to welcome someone who truly understands our values. A man who embodies excellence, integrity, and ambition."

Leon's heart sank.

Evelyn smiled widely. "Ethan Grayson."

The crowd erupted in cheers as Ethan stepped forward, his confident smirk cutting through Leon like a knife. Leon had started to walk toward the stage, thinking perhaps this was a misunderstanding. But as Ethan stood beside Sophia, he realized it wasn't.

The humiliation was crushing. Leon froze mid-step, then slowly retreated as the crowd's attention shifted entirely to Ethan.

Richard Winters raised his glass, his predatory smile fixed on Leon. "Leon," he called out, his voice carrying across the room, "you've done well to marry into this family, considering your... modest background. But let's be honestthis arrangement isn't working out. So, tell me, how much would it take for you to walk away?"

The laughter that followed was like a punch to the gut. Leon's face burned with shame as he looked to Sophia, hoping she would defend him, stand by him. But she avoided his gaze, her silence speaking louder than any words.

For a moment, Leon felt like he couldn't breathe. But then he straightened, forcing himself to meet Richard's gaze. "I don't need your money," he said, his voice shaking but steady enough to be heard. "But I promise you this: one day, you'll regret underestimating me."

The room fell silent for a brief moment before erupting into laughter again. Leon didn't wait to hear more. He turned on his heel and walked out of the ballroom, leaving the glittering lights, mocking laughter, the mansion and Sophia's indifference behind.

Outside, the cold night air hit him like a slap, but it was a relief compared to the suffocating atmosphere inside. His chest ached, not just from the humiliation but from the realization that Sophia his Sophia had allowed this to happen.

Standing alone under the vast night sky, Leon made a silent vow. They could laugh now. They could look down on him, mock him, treat him like he was nothing. But one day, he would prove them all wrong. One day, they would see the man he truly was.