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RISE OF THE MORTE CONGLOMERATE HEIR

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RISE OF THE MORTE CONGLOMERATE HEIR

Urbanlast updateLast Updated : 2025-11-21

By:  Carlos L. PonceUpdated just now

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The multi-billion dollar real estate realm of the Morte Conglomerate belonged to Zander Morte. The ruthless heir was a strategic genius, but even he didn't foresee the treacherous plot hatched by his own cousin, Sable Morte. The car crash was intended to be fatal, Sable’s final, envious strike. Zander survived the mangled wreckage, yet the disaster stripped him bare, leaving the most powerful man in the family with absolute, bewildering amnesia. Sable immediately invokes a family clause to seize control of the Property Development arm, assuming Zander is permanently incapacitated. Zander, with no memory of his power, finds himself working as a low-status driver nicknamed "Ice" in the Morte world. His life is one of constant humiliation, suffering Sable's casual cruelty and the abuse of arrogant employees. This daily degradation fulfills the contest's "looked down upon" requirement, as Zander's lack of memory makes him genuinely powerless. The plot escalates as Sable prepares to sell the entire flagship building to cover his embezzlement and solidify his power. Meanwhile, five of Zander's most loyal operatives (Merk Keen, Onyx Blade, River Rend, Teggo Steel, and Ellvys Fog) have taken their own disguised roles within the organization to secretly protect Zander ("Ice") and gather the final evidence against Sable. A crucial plot point is River Rend's role as Sable’s Top Property Specialist, where he has access to all the illegal documents. The climax occurs during the final sale announcement. Zander's memory is fully restored just as Sable attempts to publicly fire and discredit "Ice". Zander delivers the final face-slapping reveal, exposing Sable's crimes with the proof provided by his five subordinates, reclaiming his identity, his company, and his legacy.

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Chapter 1

Novel Male Lead & Cover visuals: KADEN HAMMOND #instagramStar 

The world was steel gray and smelled of gasoline. Zander Morte, or "Ice" as the menial workers called him, was meticulously wiping down the chrome grill of a custom-built Morte Motors Phantom. His hands, though scarred from the recent accident he could not recall, moved with an unconscious, almost surgical precision, wiping away a speck of dust no client would ever see. 

Ice’s current workspace was a concrete cubby in the deepest level of the Morte Tower parking garage, a dark, pressurized place where the city’s noise died. He didn’t know he was the heir to the entire conglomerate that owned this tower. He only knew he was "Ice", the new, quiet, and slightly clumsy in-house driver. The company paid him just enough to rent a room in a noisy boarding house miles away.

He wore a cheap, polyester uniform that was perpetually damp with cleaning solution. His ID badge was blank, a deliberate choice by the security team (Onyx Blade) to keep him invisible. He often caught his own reflection in the polished glass of the luxury cars, seeing a man with sharp, intelligent eyes that contradicted the vacant look of his face. A face that belonged to the CEO, not the chauffeur. He would shrug, finish the wipe, and move on. He had a job to do, and the shift manager made it clear: if a single fleck of dirt stained the leather, he was finished. 

Suddenly, a massive black SUV roared down the ramp, slamming to a stop beside the washing bay, startling Ice. The driver's window rolled down. 

Sable Morte, Acting CEO of Morte Properties, sneered from the driver's seat. His tailored suit looked expensive enough to buy Ice's annual salary. Sable was Zander’s cousin, the man who had ordered the hit that put Zander in the hospital. He had a triumphant, cruel energy now that he sat in the seat of power.

“Ice! You still here, you sluggish brute?” Sable’s voice was a sharp crack of annoyance. “I need the Bentley for the viewing in ten minutes. And I mean pristine. Not your usual low-effort scrub.” 

Ice nodded immediately, his chest tight with a frustration he couldn't name. “It’s ready, Mr. Morte. Just finishing the interior check.” 

Sable chuckled, a dry, dismissive sound. “Interior check. Right. You probably confuse the gear stick with the accelerator, but sure, check away.” He paused, looking down his nose. “And stop wearing that atrocious cologne. It smells like cheap motel soap. Do you want my clients to think my drivers are common street riffraff? Go hose yourself down before you breathe on the leather.”

Ice felt a hot surge of anger, but his amnesia had left him passive, almost docile. He just lowered his head. "I apologize, Mr. Morte. It won't happen again." 

Sable opened the door, deliberately swinging it wide enough to smash against the wash bay wall with a deafening thud. He then stepped out, his polished leather shoe grinding a cigarette butt deep into the floor just inches from Ice’s face. He didn't even look to see if Ice moved. "Get that cleaned up, then park the Bentley at the executive entrance. Quickly." 

Ten minutes later, Ice was standing at attention by the gleaming Bentley. The executive entrance was a storm of tailored suits and expensive perfumes. Sable Morte emerged, flanked by a client and his Top Property Specialist, River Rend.

River Rend, a man who once shared a dorm room, a startup company, and a blood-oath friendship with Zander Morte was now forced to play the high-ranking executive. He met Ice's gaze for a fleeting second. The raw pain and apology in River’s eyes were swiftly replaced by a mask of cold professionalism, a practiced distance that was necessary to maintain his cover under Sable's eye. 

“River, remind our client how exclusive this unit is,” Sable instructed, using Ice to stage his power display. Sable handed his briefcase, his leather planner, and his phone all to Ice. “And Ice! Keep that car running and the A/C blasting. I don’t want to sweat just because your low-grade engine needs a minute.”

Ice struggled to juggle the items. The client smirked. River Rend cleared his throat, pulling Sable’s attention back to the deal. “The exclusivity, sir, is guaranteed. We only show the unit with our most trusted personnel. No one gets near these deals without going through us.” River’s voice was smooth, but he glanced at Ice, a look that said, I’m keeping you close.

They reached the door. Sable pulled his keys from the pocket of his trousers. As he did, he didn't bother to ask for his briefcase back; he simply nudged the bag off Ice’s shoulder with his elbow. The briefcase dropped to the stone floor. 

“Clumsy,” Sable muttered, stepping over the fallen item. “Pick that up, Ice. And be useful for once.” 

River hesitated, his jaw tight, but followed Sable inside, leaving Ice alone on the pavement to retrieve the scattered papers and the broken pen that had belonged to his old self. 

Ice collected the scattered items, his hands trembling slightly, not from fear, but from the deep, unfamiliar ache of insult. He knew he should be angry, but he didn't know why this man’s cruelty felt so familiar and personal. He opened the briefcase to reorganize the papers Sable had dropped.

Tucked into a small, interior zipper pocket was a single, crisp five-dollar bill. On the bill, written faintly in a specific kind of indelible ink he instinctively recognized was a single, barely legible letter: 'E'.

This was not a tip. Sable never tipped. This was a message. 

Ice’s heart gave a sudden, sharp thud. The only thing he did not recognize was the person leaving the clue. He didn’t know that the message was from Ellvys Fog, his financial analyst, who had just used a brief moment of distraction to plant the signal. 

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    Chapter 1
    Novel Male Lead & Cover visuals: KADEN HAMMOND #instagramStar The world was steel gray and smelled of gasoline. Zander Morte, or "Ice" as the menial workers called him, was meticulously wiping down the chrome grill of a custom-built Morte Motors Phantom. His hands, though scarred from the recent accident he could not recall, moved with an unconscious, almost surgical precision, wiping away a speck of dust no client would ever see. Ice’s current workspace was a concrete cubby in the deepest level of the Morte Tower parking garage, a dark, pressurized place where the city’s noise died. He didn’t know he was the heir to the entire conglomerate that owned this tower. He only knew he was "Ice", the new, quiet, and slightly clumsy in-house driver. The company paid him just enough to rent a room in a noisy boarding house miles away.He wore a cheap, polyester uniform that was perpetually damp with cleaning solution. His ID badge was blank, a deliberate choice by the security team (Onyx Bla
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    Chapter 2
    The "E" stood for "Evidence", the first step in the long, methodical process of taking down Sable Morte. The revenge was already in motion. Ice just had to find the rest of the message. He crumpled the bill in his hand, a surge of adrenaline cutting through the confusion of his amnesia. He quickly scanned the empty lot, then stepped back into the Bentley, pulling the door shut on the quiet, oppressive weight of the Morte empire. The night was just beginning. "Ice" sat in the dark parking garage, his mind racing, clutching the five-dollar bill with the "E" marked on it. He didn't know who left it, but the familiar ink he knew was used only for rare Morte legal documents, triggered a powerful, disorienting headache. He went to his shared, messy staff locker and found a forgotten metal box. Inside, he found a handful of personal items his allies had left: a watch, an expensive pen, and a small, gold-plated key engraved with the letter 'M'. He quickly connected the dots: "E" for Ellvys
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    Chapter 3
    Under the cover of a fake printer error reported by Ellvys Fog, "Ice" was dispatched to the Executive Suites on the Morte Tower's top floor. His new master keycard (from Onyx) allowed him discreetly access to the server room located beside Sable's office.Ellvys Fog, disguised as a temporary corporate auditor, was waiting inside. "Ice", Ellvys whispered, his eyes on the server racks. "You look horrible. Sable's killing you." "I can't remember any of this, Ellvys." Ice admitted, his voice raw. Ellvys shook his head. "Doesn't matter. Your hands remember. The moment you touch that keyboard, your code will write itself." Ellvys pointed to the main server tower. "Sable is about to authorize a wire transfer that will funnel the remaining liquidity out of Morte into five shell companies. If he hits 'send', the company is bankrupt. We have to shut down the router." Ice approached the server. The sight of the blinking lights and complex wire structure triggered another painful memory, but t
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    Chapter 4
    River forced himself to stand, taking a deep, shuddering breath to compose his executive demeanor. He smoothed his suit and put a forced, cold smile on his face. River: "Nothing, Ice. Have a healthy lunch." River walked away quickly, leaving Ice kneeling alone on the pavement, feeling a profound sense of isolation and mystery. Ice returned to his car, his focus shattered. He knew that River's distress was real, and whatever secret he was holding felt critical. That night, at 9 PM, River sat in his expensive condo, his face red and slick with frustration. He immediately started a group videocall with his friends through the eMessaging app (My own Meta Messenger), full of angst over Zander/Ice’s worsening amnesia. Merk, Onyx, Teggo, and Ellvys started answering the call from their various different locations. Onyx: "I did my part. What's up, River?" Merk: "Guys, I'm on a date. She's petite, smart~" River: "Really Merk? Petite? Smart? Then Zander can't remember again!!!" Ellvys:
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    Chapter 5
    Ice's grip on the steering wheel tightened, but his expression remained blank. The insult wasn't just fueling his revenge; it was triggering fragmented memories of a passionate, driven Zander Morte who would never have considered himself weak. Merk, using a subtle code they had pre-arranged, cleared his throat and nudged the rearview mirror slightly. The action subtly drew Sable's eyes away from Ice's reflection. Merk was signaling that the lie was dangerous, and Ice should proceed with caution. Sable arrived at the restaurant, feeling invincible. As he stepped out, he threw his car keys directly at Ice's face, caught it without flinching. Sable: "Wait here. Don't move. Don't speak. Just be a good driver, for once." Ice watched Sable enter the restaurant. He pulled out the burner phone. Sable just gave me everything I need for the final attack, he thought. The driver is gone; only Zander, the strategist, remained. Later that night, Zander/Ice has been ordered to clean the Bentley
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    Chapter 6
    Teggo: "No, man." Sable noticed the familiarity, his eyes narrowing. He asked straightly, "Do you know each other?" waving his pointing finger between Merk and Teggo. Merk: "No, sir." Teggo: "What? Are you kidding, Sable?" Sable crossed his legs, forming the symbol “4”, rubbing his chin in suspicion. Merk and Teggo, however, are prepared for this situation. Teggo: "Maybe this guy is my enemy. Like you. Like Zander. I don't friends with pathetic people." Merk rolled his eyes at the insult, giving documents to Sable. "Sir, these are the documents~" Sable: "We're in the restaurant for that?! Anyway. Are you following me, Teggo?" Teggo: "No. I want to know the updates on the deal~" Sable: "Here? We're talking about the deal here? How do you know I'm~?" Teggo’s face turned slightly red, but he composed himself with brutal honesty. "Hey princess, calm down. Remember, we were here before too? Talking business here because every day, you always go here for your hot raspberry coffee.
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    Chapter 7
    Sable let out a rich yet barking laugh. Dimé chuckled along, his tone calculated. Dimé: "Oh wow. Stop it, Sable. If the Morte knows it, are you sure you're not in trouble?" They all laughed, the sound echoing in the lobby. Inside Teggo's mind, a fresh thread of suspicion twisted tight. Is Dimé a true best friend of Sable? Teggo forced a laugh, a dry, internal joke about the depths of Morte treachery. Sable, Teggo, and Dimé arrived at the Morte’s New York office at 10 AM. As soon as the three men separated; Sable heading for his meeting, Teggo for a fake negotiation & planning to go out in Morte's office, and Dimé in Sable's office waiting for his driver, Merk Keen found his opportunity. Merk, still playing the role of Sable's indispensable, efficient assistant, cornered Ellvys. In the underground garage, near the executive parking section. Merk leaned against a pillar, his posture casual, his voice strained. "Ellvys, what's your take on Ice with the Morte Firewall moment? Did he
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    Chapter 8
    Tuesday morning, 9 AM, and Sable spun his chair away from his expensive desk, facing his personal assistant. "Merk, get my favorite coffee..." but with a twist, Sable added, "...just text Ice to get it from my car. The black big thermos, but it's my tumbler. Remember that? Of course he's there, in the parking lot, right?" Merk nodded instantly, his face a mask of efficient obedience but still obeys. Ten agonizing minutes later, Zander/Ice entered the office. He walked with a precise, muted stride, placing the heavy, black tumbler gently on Sable's polished glass table. Sable ignored the tumbler, his eyes fixed on the driver. "Hey Ice, when you get back in the parking lot. Order my favorite meal. Remember what you order last week from Merk's text? Order it again. Got it?" It was a small, petty task designed purely to reinforce the hierarchy. But today, the new Zander Morte memory, still fragmented but aggressively active, provided a counter-move. Zander/Ice replied instantly, his
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    Chapter 9
    Mrs. Cassandra Morte looked back at him once, holding the door open, her eyes sharp as ice. "Oops, a great man always keeps his promise. Always remember that." The door closed, leaving Sable alone in the silence, trembling not from fear of Zander, but from fear of the Mother of the Morte clan. At 7 PM, the air in the vintage restaurant in Jack County, USA, was charged with volatility. Merk and River had messaged Teggo and Onyx to meet again. When Teggo arrived, he immediately sat beside River, placing a heavy, brotherly grip on his shoulder, trying to diffuse the tension from the day before. "Hi Princess River, how was your sales this month?" Teggo asked, the sarcasm laced with genuine concern for his stressed friend. Onyx sat beside River, silent and watchful. A few chuckles from them, but River didn't join in. They all acknowledged that the joviality was thin. River and Merk had something serious to announce. Onyx: "What now, River? Merk?" River: "Is Madame Morte knows? That Za
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    Chapter 10
    Mrs. Cassandra Morte: "No need, you're a Top Property Specialist. You're saying 'cheapest' because we're close." They both laughed, the sound genuine and loud, enjoying the private camaraderie. Mrs. Cassandra Morte: "You know, I really hate how Sable works. No business etiquette." River: "Zander is the best. Some days, we were... Sable and me in a one-on-one coaching but it was very different. It feels like, I was the one who introduce 'Sales 101' to Sable." They laughed again, a mutual acknowledgment of Sable's incompetence. Suddenly, Cassandra reached out and gently rubbed River’s back, her touch startlingly maternal. "How long Zander is missing? Two weeks?" River instantly closed his eyes, his entire body tensing in a silent panic. No Madame, Zander is Ice, the truth wanted to burst out, risking everything. Instead, River inhaled slowly, opened his eyes, and gently rubbed Madame Morte's back in return, mirroring her gesture, using the exact, pre-approved lie. "It's just days,
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