LEGACY OF A BILLIONAIRE SON-IN-LAW

part 013

Leon sat in his system room, the dim light from the holographic interface reflecting in his eyes.

The air was thick with silence, save for the occasional hum of the technology surrounding him.

The system chimed softly, signaling a new task.

"Leon," the system's voice echoed smoothly, "if you want to dismantle those who ruined your

life—the Winters and Victor Aldridge—you must partner with their greatest enemies. Strike

from the shadows, use their rivals' hatred as fuel for your revenge. That will make your task

easier."

Leon's eyes narrowed. "Interesting," he muttered. "And who might these enemies be?"

The system’s screen flickered, revealing a list of old feuds, unresolved conflicts, and rival

families who had long been at odds with the Winters and Aldridge.

"Your best bet is to gather information. Call someone you trust," the system advised. "A

professional or your private investigator, let him do the job for you."

Leon leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. There was only one man fit for the job. He

picked up his phone and dialed.

After two rings, a gruff voice answered. "Leon."

"Marco," Leon said with a small smirk. "I need you to do something for me. Dig deep. I want to

know how many enemies the Winters and Aldridge have. Every single one of them."

"Sounds personal," Marco responded. "I like it. Give me 3 days."

"You have 48 hours," Leon replied, his voice firm but calm.

Marco chuckled. "Fine. You'll have your list."

Leon ended the call, his smirk widening. "I'll bring them all down, and they'll beg me for mercy

all of them, I can’t to see them all defeated." His voice was cold, but beneath it lay a flicker of

satisfaction.

His thoughts drifted to Clara. The memory of her frightened eyes lingered in his mind. She had

been through enough. He needed to check on her. He was going to dig into her past, but only

when the system ordered him to.

Leon stood and walked to his wardrobe. He chose a crisp white shirt, black slacks, and a navy

blazer. Simple but striking. He glanced in the mirror, smoothing his hair back. "Let's see if you're

okay, Clara. He came out of his room and with a click, the door locked on its own, it’s all the

system doing."

The drive to Clara’s home was quiet. The sun had dipped beneath the horizon, and the

streetlights cast a warm glow over the sleepy neighborhood. Her house was modest, a small two-story tucked away from the busy streets. The garden was neatly kept, and the porch light

flickered gently in the night.

Leon stepped out of his car, Admiring the setup of the house. She wasn’t poor neither was she

rich but why was she owing debts. He sought to find out, striding to the door. He knocked twice.

After a moment, the door opened slowly. Clara stood there, her brown eyes wide with surprise.

She wore a cozy sweater, and her hair was loosely tied back.

"Leon? What are you doing here?" she asked, gripping the edge of the door.

"I wanted to make sure you're alright," he said, his voice softer than usual.

Clara hesitated, then stepped aside. "Come in." She close the door as she glanced around.

Leon entered, his sharp eyes immediately scanning the living room. The place was spotless. The

furniture was simple but comfortable, with a faint smell of coffee lingering in the air. A few

photos decorated the shelves, and books were neatly stacked by the window. It was warm,

welcoming, entirely unlike the cold estates he had grown up in.

As he took a step forward, his eyes caught something in the corner. A small crib, barely

noticeable under the soft glow of a nearby lamp. A little girl lay sleeping inside, curled up

peacefully.

Leon froze. "Clara," he said, turning to her slowly. "Are you a mother?"

Clara’s face paled slightly, and she lowered her gaze. "Yes," she admitted quietly. "Her name is

Vennesa."

Leon approached the crib, gazing down at the child. "I didn't know," he said, his voice

unreadable.

"I don't talk about her much," Clara replied. "People judge. The manager at the restaurant...he

thinks I can be pushed around because of the fact that I am a mother. I am doing that because of

my child."

"He won't bother you again. I promise." He pledged. Clara smiled at him, muttering, “ Thank

you”.

Clara crossed her arms, watching Leon carefully. "Why are you doing this, Leon? Why help

me?"

Leon turned to her, meeting her eyes. "Because I know what it's like to be left with nothing. And

I don't like seeing people like you suffer because of it."

Clara opened her mouth to respond but hesitated. Instead, she gestured toward the couch. "Sit

down. I'll make some coffee."

Leon sat, observing the room quietly. It was peaceful here, so different from his usual

surroundings. When Clara returned, she handed him a mug, sitting beside him.

"Vennessa’s father?" Leon asked, not looking at her.

"Gone," Clara said simply. "He left when Vennessa when she was born." She lied.

Leon nodded, unsurprised but still angered by the thought. "You're strong to do this alone."

Clara smiled faintly. "I manage."

They sat in silence for a moment, sipping their coffee. The quiet was interrupted only by

Vennessa's soft breathing from the crib.

Finally, Clara spoke. "I don't know why you’re really here, Leon. But thank you. For standing up

for me at the restaurant. No one’s ever done that before."

Leon met her gaze, his expression softening. "Get some rest, Clara. I’ll check on you again

soon." He stood up to take his leave, he was in deep thought. He was going against the system’s

wish. Falling in love with Clara instead of making her fall for him.

She walked him to the door. "Goodnight, Leon."

As Leon stepped out into the cool night air, he glanced back at the house one last time. This

wasn’t over. Not for him, not for Clara.

And certainly not for the Winters and Aldridge.