Legacy of a billionaire son in-law

night sky. The sprawling mansion stood tall, its gr

inking of crystal glasses. The room dazzled with golden chandeliers, po

d his simple black suit as he behaved like a gentleman. The suit was clean and neat, but it lacked the designer labels

her voice carrying just enough to ensure L

d with a smirk. "The nobody she marr

ed for someone so..... ordinary. He sticks out like a sore thumb althoug

on earth but swims in wealth. looks are decept

hia Winters, the epitome of grace and beauty. Her long red gown hugged her figure perfectly, her dark hair cascading in w

those smiles

down-to-earth despite coming from a wealthy family. Her laughter had been his anchor during his hardest d

thoughts. She stood before him, her eyes col

e," Leon said quietly,

ke you're enjoying yourself. You're making it too obvious that you don't fit in."Leon

der." Before Leon could respond, a man approached them. He was tall, broad-shouldere

empires in the country and the Winters' family favorite. Et

ntirely. "You look stunning tonight. As always." Sophia smiled back

han turned to Leon, his eyes scanning him

band." His tone was mocking, each word designed

u know, Sophia, you deserve someone who can match your elegance and class. N

allowed Ethan to take her arm and lead

or a toast, Richard Winters, Sophia's father, took center stage. A man of imposing presence

to honor the legacy of the Winters family and to look forward to the future." Leon felt a sense of foreboding.

pping with superiority. "It's wonderful to see so many dear friends and family here tonight," she said with a graci

lso here to reflect on the choices we make. Some strengthen the fa

ou join me on stage?" Sophia hesitated for a moment but then made her way to her mother's side. The room erup

d she deserves nothing but the best. Which is why I am so thrilled to welcome someone wh

s hear

d widely. "Et

rough Leon like a knife. Leon had started to walk toward the stage, thinking perhaps

mid-step, then slowly retreated as the c

ing across the room, "you've done well to marry into this family, considering your... modest background. But

d with shame as he looked to Sophia, hoping she would defend him, stand by

lf to meet Richard's gaze. "I don't need your money," he said, his voice shaking but stead

dn't wait to hear more. He turned on his heel and walked out of the ballroom, leaving

to the suffocating atmosphere inside. His chest ached, not just from the humili

now. They could look down on him, mock him, treat him like he was nothing. But on