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RISE OF THE MORTE CONGLOMERATE HEIR
By: Carlos L. PonceOngoing
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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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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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RISE OF THE MORTE CONGLOMERATE HEIR Chapter 25
A new Wednesday morning arrived, bright and clear. Sable paced the wide parking garage of the Morte main home, eyes fixed on Zander/Ice. He was still nursing his pride and remembers their previous spar. Sable: "Driver! Hey, Ice!" Sable began sparring jokely to Zander/Ice like a kid, throwing slow, exaggerated punches that whistled through the air. He danced around the sedan, giggling at his own clumsiness. Sable: "How did you know to move like that? Come on, show me that fancy footwork again! Was it a movie? Did you learn it from a cartoon?" Zander/Ice's counters his joking spar with minimal effort. He simply stepped back or deflected the slow-motion blows with his forearms, maintaining a blank, professional expression. Onyx came in from the security station, his face a mask of duty, but his eyes were sharp. Onyx: "Mr. Morte, perhaps you should save your energy. You might need extra careful on what he experienced in their last spar, Sir. You shouldn't risk another collapse." Sa
Last Updated : 2025-12-16RISE OF THE MORTE CONGLOMERATE HEIR Chapter 24
WHO IS THE MYSTERIOUS LADY? Hours passed. River composed himself, walking back to the Seller's Lounge, trying to erase the panic from his expression. He offered a strained "Good afternoon" to Klea, now seated at the Sales Director's desk, and reported his status. River initiated his own break again, rushed to the nearest shopping mall. He purposefully went to the Kid's Toy station; a crowded, noisy environment that was perfect for a discreet conversation. He initiated a group videocall with Teggo, Merk, Onyx, and Ellvys. Teggo (on screen): "River, what's with the giant stuffed bear? Nice alibi huh!!!" River: "Of course. Ellvys, is it better to do an audiocall now? and I need noise masking... and I need this conversation untraceable." Ellvys: "Done. Everyone, cameras off, audio only. Let's go dark." All obeys and turns off their camera. River switched his phone to audiocall and shoved it into his jacket pocket. Teggo: "Alright, River. What did you find? Why the emergency?" Rive
Last Updated : 2025-12-15RISE OF THE MORTE CONGLOMERATE HEIR Chapter 23
It was 02:44 PM. The grand Morte car screeched to a halt at the emergency entrance of the city’s most exclusive hospital. Sable was rushed inside, supported by his father, Iñigo Morte, and his best friend, Dimé. Sable was pale, but already regaining his dramatic flair. Sable: "I'm telling you, I'm fine! Get me out of this place! I'm ready to go home!" Iñigo: "You collapsed, son! The doctor needs to check your vitals. You pushed too hard." Dimé: "Just relax, man. The papers can wait." After a quick, perfunctory examination, Sable, still insistent, was released. He was now sitting in the back of the grand car with Iñigo and Dimé. Sable: "Ice is an animal. I need to be more careful with him." Iñigo: "Careful? You collapsed from exhaustion, Sable. You've been overdoing it since the Morte acquisition." Sable: "No, Father. It was the driver. He hit me. Not hard, but..." Sable trailed off, a confused look crossing his face. "I wonder why Ice know that kind of wealthy self-defense. He'
Last Updated : 2025-12-13RISE OF THE MORTE CONGLOMERATE HEIR Chapter 22
SABLE GOING WORST It was a new Monday, nine in the morning. The air in the greenery and wide parking garage of the Morte main home was still cool. Sable was already there, pacing, waiting for his aunt's car, and taking the opportunity to mock Zander/Ice, who was polishing the car. Onyx, in his new Security Guard uniform, watched from a distance near the service elevator, keeping a professional, unmoving gaze on the situation. Sable: "Driver! Your reflection in that fender is disgusting. It looks like you slept in the car again." Zander/Ice: "No, sir." Sable: "Don't contradict me! That's what you blue-collar people do, isn't it? Sleep in the dirt and expect a paycheck for breathing Morte air. You're an embarrassment to this garage!" Zander/Ice didn't fight back. He simply lowered his gaze and continued his meticulous work. Sable laughed, satisfied, and turned toward the internal hallway leading to the main house entrance. As soon as Sable was out of sight, Onyx moved swiftly, clo
Last Updated : 2025-12-04RISE OF THE MORTE CONGLOMERATE HEIR Chapter 21
🌎 NEW WORLD It was nine in the morning at the Steel Tower. Teggo was already working in his spacious, sleek office, immersed in the digital schematics of Morte’s new Cell Boost Initiative. The door swung open, and Merk strode in, carrying a large, brightly colored box. Merk: "Surprise, boss! Or should I say, friend?" Teggo looked up, genuinely surprised. "Boss or a friend! Whatever! You don't have to... but... thank you!" Merk: "You're welcome. I really like your office, man." Merk placed the box on Teggo's desk. "Seriously, man, I wanted to thank you for this new career as your Personal Assistant. The whole work-from-home setup is incredible. I've already automated half your scheduling." Before Teggo could respond, the office door opened again. Ellvys walked in, balancing a bottle of expensive champagne and three crystal flutes. Ellvys: "And what’s a new career without a proper toast?" Teggo: "Ellvys! You two organized this? What about your data breach?" Ellvys: "I’m an an
Last Updated : 2025-12-04RISE OF THE MORTE CONGLOMERATE HEIR Chapter 20
SMILING AND CLAPPING t was 9 AM, Saturday morning, and the Morte palace grounds were quiet. Zander/Ice was preparing one of the fleet cars near the service entrance when Sable found him. Madame Cassandra Morte was nowhere in sight.Sable: "Driver! Polish the hood of my car again! I can still see dusts clearly, and that offends me." Ice: "I'm the family driver, sir. Not the detailer." Sable stepped closer, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "In this house, you are whatever I say you are. You are out of payroll, working on my grandfather's pity. Are you arguing with me, lowlife? Remember your place. Look down when you address a Morte." Zander/Ice didn't argue further, nodding and returning to the car, still looking down upon the ground. Sable stalked away, satisfied with his early-morning domination. At 10 AM, Sable was at the Morte corporate building, savoring his victory when his father, Iñigo Morte, found him in his executive office. Iñigo Morte: "Sable! Son! Congratulations
Last Updated : 2025-12-02
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