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 be relaxing here?”

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

“Excuses,” His boss snapped, cutting him off. “I’ve had enough of this and you’re even lucky you still have this job.”

Marcus felt his chest tighten. Years of sacrifices, working late into the night while his colleagues went home, all for this? 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.”

This made Marcus frown. He had been working for two men. job for this company while only getting payment for one and also his savings was already scarce, almost used up and this salary was what he had left and now deducting it?

He clenched his fists, feeling the heat of fury boil over. But he just held himself and then spat out the words. “I'm done with this place! Pay me my salary and I'll leave.”

His boss' eyes widened in surprise before the bus mouth opened. “Marcus! How dare you?” He locked eyes with Marcus for a moment before he just shook his head and just yelled at him. “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 the murmurs and scattered applause of coworkers behind him.

The streets outside were slick with rain. Marcus’s shoulders sagged as he walked under the rain to get 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 as he recognized the figure stepping out of Melissa. She moved with confidence Marcus and had a smug smile on her face as she clung on the arm of the man beside her, someone Marcus didn’t know but when he laid his eyes on him and how he held his wife, he despised him immediately.

Marcus approached them close enough to see them hugging and the man leaned down and kissed his wife who returned the kiss.

Marcus was close enough to them for them to notice them. Marcus’s voice trembling. “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 was smug, her eyes cold, like a stranger, like they haven'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 was a fight. I couldn't believe this was going on, “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 got? 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 and his eyes burned with anger, “She’s my wife!” he shouted, 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 to the stranger’s tailored suit, the gleaming car parked behind him. “He is 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 with a 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 Marcus and he stepped back in shock. His wife Lisa looked different like she had just taken a 360 turn around.

He just shook his head and left them there smooching each other. He stepped into the apartment, gathering the few scarce belongings that remained his.

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

Marcus stumbled toward the street as the distant blare of car horns filled his ears but they were all blurred out And then, before he could even 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.

Suddenly a voice whispered inside his mind. “You have been chosen. As the last bloodline, you're automatically the heir.”