The Last Bloodline; The Tale of the Master’s Revenge

The door slammed open, and there stood his boss.

“Marcus! What do you think you’re doing?” Carter barked, his voice sharp enough to make nearby employees flinch. “Do you think we pay you to relax here?”

Marcus tried to speak, but the words stuck in his throat. “Sir, I… just needed a moment to rest. The work is too tedious for one person.”

“Excuses,” his boss snapped, cutting

him off. “I’ve had enough of this, and you’re lucky you still have this job.”

Marcus felt his chest tighten. Years of sacrifices, working late into the night while his colleagues went home, yet it was never enough.

“I’m deducting this from your salary. Maybe then you’ll learn the value of hard work,” his boss continued, smirking. “Consider yourself lucky if you get a thousand this month.”

Marcus frowned. He had been doing the work of two men for this company while being paid for one. His savings were already scarce, almost used up, and this salary was all he had left. Now they were deducting it too?

He clenched his fists, feeling the heat of fury rise in him, but he forced himself to stay calm. “I’m done with this place,” he said through gritted teeth. “Pay me my salary, and I’ll leave.”

His boss’s eyes widened in surprise before his mouth opened.

“Marcus! How dare you?” He locked eyes with Marcus for a moment, then shook his head and yelled, “Alright then, you’re fired! Get out, and don’t ever come back!”

“Whatever… just send me my salary,” Marcus muttered, his voice low as he turned and walked out, leaving behind the murmurs, and the scattered applause, of his coworkers.

The streets outside were slick with rain. Marcus’s shoulders sagged as he walked under the drizzle, searching for a cab.

He pulled his coat tighter, but it did little against the chill that had settled in his bones.

As he reached his apartment, a sleek black luxury car rolled to a stop outside. His stomach sank when he recognized the figure stepping out.

Melissa.

She moved with confidence toward him, a smug smile curving her lips as she clung to the arm of the man beside her.

Marcus didn’t know the man, but the moment he saw how the stranger held his wife, he despised him.

They stopped a short distance away, and Marcus approached just close enough to see them hugging. The man leaned down and kissed her, and she kissed him back.

“Melissa… who is this?”

Marcus’s voice trembled as he stared at her, disbelief written across his face.

“Melissa, you’re my wife. How can you do this to me? We stood before God, before everyone, and swore we’d never abandon each other. Why are you throwing it all away—for this?”

Melissa’s smile remained smug, her eyes cold, like a stranger’s—as if they hadn’t spent the last three years together.

“That’s because you’re nothing, Marcus. You can’t even take care of yourself, let alone me. I’ve been trapped by a broken man all these years. Do you really expect me to waste the rest of my life with that?”

Marcus staggered back, his chest rising and falling as if each breath were a struggle.

“I gave everything to you,” he rasped, his voice cracking. “I gave you everything you wanted, and I worked hard to build something for us. And this is what I get? You throw me away like trash?”

The stranger beside her smirked and pulled her close, his arm settling possessively around her waist.

“Face it, old man,” he taunted, his tone dripping with superiority. “You were never enough for a woman like her. Look at her, beautiful, radiant, deserving of more than scraps. You couldn’t even keep food on the table without bleeding yourself dry. What kind of man calls himself a husband when he can’t provide?”

Marcus’s fists clenched at his words, his eyes burning with anger. “She’s my wife!” he screamed, his voice breaking with pain. “You can’t just walk in and take her from me!”

Melissa scoffed. “Wife? Don’t make me laugh. What kind of marriage is this? You’re drowning in debt while dragging me down with you.” She gestured toward the stranger’s tailored suit and the gleaming car parked behind him. “Look at all this. He’s everything you’ll never be.”

Marcus shook his head in disbelief, his throat tightening until the words nearly strangled him. “You can’t just erase vows because you found a richer man. We’re still married—”

Melissa cut him off, her voice like ice. “Not for long. The divorce papers are ready. Pack your things, Marcus. This house isn’t yours anymore… and neither am I.”

The stranger chuckled, patting Marcus mockingly on the shoulder as though consoling a child.

“Don’t take it too hard,” he sneered. “Some men are born to win, some to lose. You? You’ve already lost.”

Marcus stood frozen as his wife leaned into another man’s embrace with no trace of regret.

The betrayal hit him like a blade to the chest. He stepped back, his vision spinning.

Melissa looked like a completely different person, as if she’d turned into someone he no longer knew.

The humiliation was too much. He shook his head and left them there, still clinging to each other. Inside, he gathered the few belongings that were still his.

Outside, the world blurred under the falling rain as he walked through it, his head spinning, his body aching, and his heart pounding in his chest.

Marcus stumbled toward the street as the distant blare of car horns filled his ears, but everything sounded muffled. Before he could take another step, his legs gave way.

Pain exploded through his body, and darkness closed in around him as he fell onto the hard concrete floor.

Then, suddenly, a voice whispered inside his mind.

“You have been chosen. As the last bloodline, you’re automatically the new heir.”