Supreme Legacy: Rise and Revenge

“Will the father now place his beloved daughter’s hand into the groom’s?”

At the Lumina Grand Hotel, the groom moved across the stage, bouquet in hand.

In the crowd below, Adrian Doyle stood in the shadows, a baseball cap pulled low, his right hand in a bandage. He watched the groom—immaculate in bespoke tailoring—with a jaw clenched so hard his teeth ached.

Three days earlier, Adrian had discovered that his girlfriend, Hailey Grant, was cheating on him—with the very man now standing on stage: his boss, Felix Irving.

Adrian and Hailey had been together since college and later joined Hill Group after graduation. At some point, Hailey ended up in bed with Felix, who managed their department.

Adrian would have remained oblivious, if not for the night he stayed late and stepped into Felix’s office to fetch a file. The computer was still on. One folder on the desktop had a startling title: “Hailey Grant.”

Curiosity tugged at him. He clicked.

What he saw numbed him: thirteen gigabytes of sex videos, all of Felix and Hailey—hotels, kitchens, bathtubs, cars…

Adrian’s vision went red. He wanted to smash the machine.

At that moment, the office door swung open. Felix walked in.

Adrian would never forget the ugliness that twisted Felix’s face that night. Felix blanched at first, but recovered quickly and hissed his threat: “Adrian, I hear your mother’s on some miracle medication. Costs a fortune every month. If the company lets you go—and the job market’s dire—tsk, tsk… One week without it, and her condition will nosedive.”

Adrian’s blood, boiling a heartbeat before, went cold.

Felix, smug and swaggering, closed in, taunting: “Your girlfriend’s service is something else. Quiet little lady on the surface, total contrast underneath. Loves to kneel at my feet, take me in her mouth, and call me Daddy.”

“Last week when she took a sudden day off—you remember? Told you she was on her period, felt unwell? She spent the whole time in my office, riding me.”

Adrian nearly swung, but the thought of his mother’s illness stayed his fist. He ground his teeth and endured.

After work, he raked his hands through his hair until his scalp burned.

He loathed his own cowardice.

His girlfriend had betrayed him; her lover had humiliated him—and still he swallowed it.

That night, he drank himself senseless. Staggering home along a quiet lane, he was jumped by three thugs with steel pipes.

They pinned his right hand to the pavement and brought a pipe crashing down. When it was over, they tossed a note and a bank card beside him.

The note carried a single line: Keep your mouth shut. There’s thirty grand on the card—for medical bills.

Adrian knew exactly who had sent them. Felix was about to get married—to the chairman’s daughter. He needed silence, and this was how he bought it.

Felix didn’t just shatter Adrian’s arm; he shattered his future. From thousands of employees, Adrian had risen to represent the company next month at an international programming competition. He was confident he’d place, and with that, finally catch the eye of the top brass. Felix ruined all of it.

“If not for this bead, I might never have found the courage to expose him,” Adrian muttered now beneath his cap, fingers worrying the violet bead that hung against his chest.

That night, after dialing emergency services through the pain, he’d slipped in and out of consciousness—and in the haze, felt a sudden heat sear from the heirloom bead at his sternum.

“Felix Irving, you like to play? Then let’s play.” Adrian tugged his cap lower, melted back into shadow, and opened his laptop.

He’d been tinkering with hacking since he was a kid; it didn’t take long to seize control of the venue’s giant screen.

The hotel staff were none the wiser.

On stage, Felix—hair slicked, suit pristine—strode toward the bride with a smile that flashed for the cameras. At the first table on the right sat Hailey and their coworkers, applauding, cheering.

Hailey wore the diamond ring Felix had bought her, smiling with a stiffness she couldn’t quite hide.

Relatives and friends beamed, blissfully unaware.

“Before us stand the two most important men in the bride’s life,” the emcee boomed. “Before all these witnesses, they will complete the sacred handover of their love. A trust passed from heart to heart!”

The bride fell into her father’s arms, tears streaming.

Felix drank in the moment, basking in the sea of friendly faces. After today, he would be the Hill family’s son-in-law. His rise was assured.

He had waited too long for this day.

A sudden feminine moan sliced through his reverie. The sound—so familiar—sent a jolt through him.

He turned. On the massive screen, a man and a woman were in the throes of sex.

“Damn! Did the hotel forget to close their p**n video feed? That’s… intense,” one guest laughed.

“What is this? Where’s the staff? Turn it off! Playing trash like this at a wedding? We’ll file a complaint!” a relative on the groom’s side snapped.

Then a voice rang out from the crowd: “Isn’t the man on screen the groom?”

Heads jerked up from their plates as if pulled by strings, all eyes snapping to the screen.

Boom.

The room exploded—catcalls, shrieks, the scrape of chairs—chaos spreading like fire on oil.

No one was more mortified than the groom’s own circle. Felix’s closest friends and family stared, stricken, at the obscene footage, skin crawling with secondhand shame.

The bride’s father let out a cold snort and released his daughter’s hand. Seeing his future father-in-law’s face darken to an iron shadow, Felix felt his stomach drop—and keep falling.