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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A SHADOW IN THE LOUNGE
Luiz Tarejo hesitated, his palms were clammy as he gestured nervously toward the far end of the lavish hall. “The VIP lounge is through that door, Marvin… I mean, Mr. Woods. Please, this way.” His voice trembled slightly, betraying his unease.Marvin, alias Isaiah Woods, followed Luiz with steady, deliberate steps. His dark coat swayed with his movements, and the hat on his head added an air of mystery that made heads turn as they walked past the curious onlookers. Luiz led the way, occasionally glancing back at Marvin, his nervous energy was palpable.As they entered the lounge, the atmosphere shifted. The room was filled with elegantly dressed individuals seated around a grand table. Plates of exquisite dishes and sparkling glasses of wine were already in front of them, and lively chatter filled the air. The guests seemed relaxed, laughing and sharing stories, but their voices hushed when Luiz stepped in with Marvin behind him.All eyes turned to Marvin. His presence was command
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A LESSON IN POISE
The steward walked away gracefully, his polished shoes made soft clicks against the tiled floor. Marvin resumed eating his meal, his movements were calm and measured as though he was unbothered by the subtle tension lingering in the room. The fork in his hand glided effortlessly over the tender steak, and he chewed in silence, ignoring the whispers and curious glances still directed his way.Victor Vayne, however, wasn’t one to let things slide so easily. He leaned forward, his sharp eyes narrowing at Marvin. “So, Mr. Woods,” he began, his tone was casual but carrying an edge. “I’ve been meaning to ask you a few things.”Marvin didn’t respond immediately, his attention was focused on cutting another piece of his food. Victor’s lips twitched with irritation, but he pressed on.Victor Vayne leaned in, his sharp eyes were gleaming with curiosity and a hint of mischief. “First question,” he said, his tone was deliberate. “If you were offered two investments—one that promises quick retu
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR PANIC AT THE TABLE
Victor Vayne froze, still staring at the stiff, coiled snake on his plate. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his forced smile twitched. His mind raced, but he refused to lose face in front of his guests, no matter how strange or horrifying the situation seemed.The guests were equally stunned. Some sat back in their chairs, their faces pale and filled with uncertainty. A few whispered nervously to one another, glancing between Victor and the snake. Others shifted in their seats, as if preparing to leave the table at the slightest provocation.Marvin, however, remained completely calm. He wiped his mouth with a napkin, his expression was as composed as ever. It was as if the chaos unfolding before him was no more concerning than the meal he had just finished. His demeanor stood in sharp contrast to the tension gripping the room.Victor, desperate to restore control, raised a hand and cleared his throat loudly, forcing the murmurs to quiet. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he began,
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE ENIGMATIC ISAIAH WOODS
Isaiah Woods stood tall, holding the lifeless snake by its neck, his expression was calm and composed. The guests, frozen in stunned silence, stared at him as though they had seen a miracle. Whispers rippled through the room, and voices were filled with awe and disbelief.“It’s Isaiah Woods!” someone gasped.“He picked up the snake with his bare hands!” another added, with voices that were tinged with admiration.The crowd, moments ago engulfed in chaos, now felt a strange wave of relief washing over them. The fear that had gripped the room was beginning to dissipate, replaced by amazement. Yet, curiosity lingered in their minds. How had the snake, which had been so aggressive just seconds before, gone completely limp?“How did he kill it so fast?” one guest muttered, glancing at the lifeless reptile dangling from Isaiah’s firm grip.“It doesn’t matter how,” another guest replied, shaking their head. “The snake is dead, and we’re safe now.”Unbeknownst to them, Marvin—known to the
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE HOLLOW THRONE
Victor Vayne watched as the last of his guests were escorted out of his grand mansion. His stewards and enforcers moved with practiced efficiency, guiding the partygoers to their cars and waiting chauffeurs. Polite farewells filled the cool night air, but Victor barely noticed. His mind was consumed by the disastrous events of the evening.He walked slowly down the dimly lit hallway, the echo of his footsteps were the only sound. His mansion, normally a symbol of his wealth and power, now felt like a hollow shell. The lavish decorations, the expensive wine, the grandeur of the evening—it all seemed pointless.The humiliation burned deep. His birthday party, the night meant to celebrate him, had become a spectacle. And all because of that man.Isaiah Woods.The name grated on his nerves. Who was he? How had he managed to upstage him in front of everyone? The mere thought made Victor’s stomach churn. The admiration, the applause, the attention—it had all been stolen by Isaiah. And
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE CONVULSING SLUT
Victor Vayne's sharp eyes caught subtle details in the woman's demeanor. Her smile, though alluring, carried a cryptic edge, as if she knew a secret he didn’t. A slight tremor in her hand betrayed a hint of nervousness, and the faintest smack of her lips added an air of mystery.But none of it mattered. Not tonight.The humiliation of the evening burned deep within him, and here she was—a distraction, a balm for his wounded pride. The desire simmering in his chest pushed every rational thought aside.Victor stepped closer, his towering figure casting a shadow over her as the firelight flickered. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek before tilting her chin up. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, it was as though the rest of the world had faded."You came here for me," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "And tonight, you’ll do exactly as I say."The woman didn’t reply, but her lips parted slightly, her breath hitching as his gaze darkened. Victor leaned in, c
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A SILENT WITNESS
Victor Vayne’s breath came in shallow gasps as the cold dread seeped further into his chest. His eyes darted from the convulsing woman to the pale foam trailing down her chin. This wasn’t normal—this wasn’t right. His fingers hovered over her shoulder, unsure whether to touch her again or pull back in fear.“Damn it!” Victor cursed under his breath. His calm, composed demeanor was slipping away. The confident man who had just celebrated his birthday party was now crumbling under the weight of an unexplainable horror.Her trembling began to subside, but not in a way that brought comfort. The violent spasms slowed to weak jerks before stopping altogether. For a brief moment, her chest rose with a faint, shallow gasp. Victor’s heart lifted—but then she went still.“Hey! Don’t do this!” Victor’s voice cracked, filled with a desperation he hadn’t felt in years. He placed his hand on her chest, searching for any sign of life, but her body was limp. “No, no, no!”His hands shook as he r
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR LANDON'S HINT
One Week Later Victor Vayne sat at the head of the long, polished mahogany table in the Voltforge company boardroom. The walls were lined with abstract art, it was a subtle reminder of the company’s innovation and success in the energy sector. Around him sat twelve of the company’s top executives and board members, each holding a sleek tablet loaded with charts, projections, and financial reports.The air buzzed with the seriousness of the moment, but Victor remained composed, his sharp blue suit radiated authority.“We need to act now if Voltforge is to stay ahead of our competitors,” Victor began, his voice was calm but firm. His piercing eyes swept across the room. “Energex has been making aggressive moves in renewable energy development. Their partnerships with government agencies are a direct threat to our market dominance. We can’t let them overshadow us.”Mr. Clark, a stout man with a gruff voice, leaned forward. He adjusted his glasses and spoke. “I agree with you, Mr. Vayne
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SEND HIM IN
Stella’s face lit up faintly for the first time in months.Her lips parted slightly, and her tired eyes shimmered with a sudden spark of curiosity.“Well then,” she said, her voice was steadier now. “What are we waiting for? Send him in.”Uncle Christopher gave a slow nod. He turned slightly to the young man standing behind him—his assistant—and signaled with a small wave of his hand.The assistant leaned in.Uncle Christopher whispered something quietly into his ear. The assistant listened, gave a respectful nod, and immediately turned around. He exited the boardroom quickly, his polished shoes were making light taps against the floor.The meeting continued. Board members went back to their discussions.“Licensing is a mistake,” one investor said firmly. “We’ll lose everything we worked for.”“But pushing too fast might cause system overloads in unknown regions!” a scientist warned. “We need field tests—months of them!”“The market is hot now!” another shouted. “If we don’t act, som
THE MOTHER, THE FRANCHISE, THE FUTURE
Three Months LaterIt had been three long months since Marvin’s burial.The pain didn’t leave. It only changed form. It sank deeper inside Stella Orion.She was now five months pregnant. Her belly had grown round and full. Her skin had stretched, and her steps had slowed. Her face looked tired—more pale than usual. The glow people often said pregnant women had was missing. Instead, her eyes carried deep sadness.Because of her intense grief, her health had weakened. The doctors had warned that the stress was too much. To help her stay stable, they inserted a special injection line into her wrist—an IV drip that gave her strength, vitamins, and kept her hydrated. It was always connected when she had to attend meetings or go out in public.Today was one of those days.She had a very important meeting with the board members and investors of her advanced cosmic energy franchise. They had all gathered to discuss the future of the company Marvin helped her build.Even though she was pregn
THE GRIEF OF ORION
Right inside the great Orion Family Estate, a large number of people gathered in silence for the burial of Marvin Richmond. The sky was cloudy. The wind was gentle, yet it carried the weight of sorrow. Flowers were laid everywhere. Men in black suits stood quietly around. A white canopy covered the sitting area. Some people wore black, others deep blue, but everyone’s face showed pain.Inside the mansion, in a special hall designed for mourning, Stella Orion stood beside a long coffin. It was made of dark brown wood, polished until it shined. But it was not the beauty of the coffin that held her attention—it was who lay inside.Marvin.Her Marvin.Stella was on her knees, her hands were trembling as they rested on the edge of the coffin. Tears ran freely down her cheeks. Her eyes were red. Her nose was blocked from crying too much. She looked down at his peaceful face. He looked like he was only sleeping. But he wasn’t.He was gone.“No… no…” she whispered, shaking her head slowl
BLOOD ON THE TILES
“Yes, my love,” Marvin replied gently, his voice was calm and warm. “I trust them.”But on the other end of the call, Stella’s voice trembled. Her doubt couldn’t be hidden.“Marvin… these people… they’re not like us. They play by different rules. One moment they’re your allies, and the next…” she paused, swallowing. “They stab you in the back. Please, don’t take chances. I beg you. Just say the word, let my men come and pick you from the airport instead of the Bowens.”Marvin stood still for a moment, her words were echoing in his mind. He stared into the distance, eyes were cold but thoughtful.“I understand how you feel,” he said softly. “I know you’re scared. I would be too if I were in your shoes. But you don’t have to be. I’ve prepared for this. Every step, every move—it's all planned out. Carl is part of that plan. I didn’t come here blindly, Stella. I know who to trust.”“But—” she tried to protest.“Shhh…” Marvin interrupted, his voice soothing, like a warm blanket on a cold n
ALLIES OR ASSASSINS
Suddenly, Marvin’s phone vibrated in his pocket.His eyes opened slowly. He had forgotten to switch it to airplane mode.He reached into his coat and brought it out. The screen lit up. It was Uncle Christopher.He answered at once. “Hello, Uncle.”“Marvin,” the old man’s deep voice came through clearly. “How’s everything? Have you made it through the airport checks? You know this journey isn’t an ordinary one.”“I passed through the necessary protocols,” Marvin replied calmly. “I’m already on the plane. We’re about to take off. Next stop—Westwood.”There was a short pause before Uncle Christopher responded. “Okay. That’s fair.”Before Marvin could say more, the flight attendant approached. She leaned slightly toward him, speaking politely but firmly.“Sir, please end your call and switch your phone to airplane mode now.” the flight attendant requested.“It’s for your safety, sir,” she said gently. “Phones can interfere with aircraft navigation and communication systems during takeoff.
WESTWOOD HERE I COME
The sun was just rising when a sleek black Bentley Bentayga rolled smoothly out of uncle Christopher's gated mansion. Inside, Marvin sat quietly, dressed in a tailored black suit with a crisp white shirt underneath. A sleek, dark overcoat draped over his shoulders, and a silver wristwatch gleamed subtly on his wrist. His posture was relaxed but commanding, his clean-cut appearance giving him an air of quiet power. He looked healthy—stronger, sharper, and more focused than ever before. His eyes were cold, scanning his surroundings with precision, but inside him, a fire was burning.The driver didn’t speak. He only focused on the road. Beside Marvin, a silver suitcase sat firm, containing only what he truly needed. Two enforcers sat in the front seat—members of the elite guard chosen by Uncle Christopher himself.As they approached Neovalle Airport, the early morning light reflected off the airport’s tall glass buildings. Flights were already taking off. People rushed in and out of t
GHOST OR GLADIATOR
The Prime Minister didn’t flinch. He looked straight into Marvin’s eyes, his voice was dropping to a grim tone.“Marvin, listen to me carefully. The Richmond family did not all agree on what happened to you.”Marvin’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”The Prime Minister sighed deeply, then leaned forward.“Our family… the Richmonds… we are not united anymore. We’re divided into two strong factions.”He raised two fingers to make his point.“One side—your side—believes you fought bravely. They believe that if not for your sacrifice and bold stand, the Richmonds would never have gotten a voice with regards to the attainment of the Astralyte. They believe you deserve protection and honor, not death.”Marvin listened closely.“These ones are loyal to the legacy of our founder, Paul Richmond. They know what you’ve done. And they will never support any attack on your life.”A small breath of relief escaped Marvin’s lips.But the Prime Minister wasn’t done.He slowly lowered his hand, his v
THE ELIMINATION ORDER
Marvin’s eyes remained fixed on the strange man in the silver mask. His heart thumped harder with every passing second.The mark of the Synapticore glowed faintly on the man’s forehead—proof that this visitor was not just anyone. He was one of them. One of the Coven of Elders, the one who passed the decree against the extraction of the Astralyte.Marvin’s lips parted slightly, but words failed him. He tried to sit up more in bed, with eyes that were narrowed in disbelief.The man took one step forward and spoke again—his voice was smooth and calm, yet carrying an odd electric tone that seemed to buzz through the air.“Good day, Mr. Marvin,” the man greeted again, his voice sending chills down Marvin’s spine.Marvin finally found his voice, though his words came out slower than usual.“G-Good day,” he replied, still staring at the mask. “I know that mark, I know you… You’re from the Coven of Elders… from Westwood…”Before he could say more, the door opened again.Uncle Christopher ste
SHE HATES ME... BUT SHE LOVES ME
Uncle Christopher sighed and stepped closer to Marvin, lowering his voice.“It’s not severe,” he said softly. “At least, not yet. The doctors say there’s hope… but it’s going to take time. A lot of care, patience, and the right treatment. This condition… it doesn’t heal in a week or two. But she can get better.”Marvin’s jaw tightened. His heart felt heavy, but he nodded slowly.Without a word, he reached for the wheels of his chair and rolled himself closer to the bed.The sound of the wheels on the tiled floor echoed in the quiet room.When he stopped just beside her, he reached out and gently touched her wrist.“Helena…” he said softly. “It’s me. It’s Marvin.”At first, she didn’t react. Her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.Then slowly, her head turned—and her eyes were locked onto his.But instead of relief or recognition, her face twisted in confusion and disgust.“No…” she whispered. “No, you’re not him.”Her voice rose slightly. “Get away from me! You’re not my Marvin. You’r
