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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE QUANTUM NEXUS DECEPTION
Mr. Richmond's smile widened as he locked eyes with Daniel Bowen. "And there is the prize," he said smoothly, pointing at the glowing Quantum Nexus crystal in Carl Bowen's hands. "The singular object that put you on a high jump."Daniel’s chest heaved with fury. He turned his gaze to Carl, and his voice trembled with disbelief. "Carl, how could you do this? How did you become a part of this madness? What could you possibly stand to gain by stealing the Quantum Nexus crystal, the very lifeblood of our family’s special Quantum Veil abilities?"Mr. Richmond raised a hand, silencing the growing tension. "No, no, no, Mr. Bowen. Carl didn’t steal it—not entirely. I mean, yes, he planned for the Quantum Nexus crystal to be carried out of the vault, but surely, it would be returned. Eventually." His smirk was sharp, cutting like a blade.Daniel gasped, the realization dawned on him. His voice cracked as he whispered, "You... you used it to lure me." His mind raced, piecing the puzzle together
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR DANIEL BOWEN'S FALL
Carl’s grip on the gun tightened, his arm was steady as he pointed it directly at Daniel Bowen’s chest. The room was tense, the silence was almost suffocating.Daniel’s defiant glare began to falter as desperation crept into his voice. "Carl, listen to me," he said, his tone was trembling but firm. "You’re better than this. You’re better than betraying your own blood. We’ve been through so much together. Think about our family. Think about what this means for us."Carl didn’t say a word. His face remained cold and unreadable, but his hand didn’t waver."Please, Carl," Daniel pleaded, his voice breaking now. "I know you’re angry. I know you feel like I’ve wronged you. But killing me won’t solve anything. You’ll carry that weight forever. You don’t have to do this!"Carl’s gaze didn’t soften. His voice, when he finally spoke, was calm and emotionless. "In this game of power, only the strong survive. The weak are cast aside. It’s best to make use of every opportunity."Daniel shook his h
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A FAMILY BOND, A FORBIDDEN DESIRE
Now at Marvin's Helios enterprise, the Atrium was quiet, the soft hum of machines and the occasional beep of equipment echoed through the massive glass space. Marvin stood on the balcony, leaning on the steel railing, staring down at the workshop floor below. His body still ached, but he was recovering but slowly aftermath of the telepathic maneuver he had exerted using his Synapticore force continued taking its toll, but his focus was elsewhere.There she was—Helena.She was crouched beside an advanced prototype machine, her metallic fingers were working with an elegance that left him captivated. Sparks flew as she welded delicate components together, her movements were precise and efficient. Every motion she made was a blend of human grace and machine perfection, a seamless harmony between two worlds.The bright glow of her cybernetic eyes never wavered as she inspected the damaged parts. Her hands moved quickly, dismantling and replacing faulty wires with an almost supernatura
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR CAUGHT IN THE GLOW
Marvin’s throat tightened as his uncle’s question hung in the air. He forced himself to look calm, even though he could feel his pulse racing.“Um, yeah… um, I mean, who? Who are you talking about?” Marvin stammered, trying to sound confused. His voice cracked slightly, betraying his nerves.Pa Christopher turned toward him, his sharp eyes were narrowed as if he could see right through Marvin’s feeble attempt at acting clueless.“You like her, don’t you?” Pa Christopher asked, his voice was calm but pointed.“Who?” Marvin furrowed his brows, feigning ignorance. “I don’t know what you’re talking about uncle.”“Helena, of course,” his uncle said matter-of-factly, the faintest hint of a smile tugged at his lips.Marvin felt as though the ground beneath him had shifted. His heart pounded in his chest, but he refused to give in.“No! No, Uncle, that’s ridiculous,” Marvin said quickly, shaking his head. “I don’t… I don’t like her. She’s my cousin. And a cyborg. That would be… it’s impossibl
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE SHADOWS OF HELENA'S PAST
Marvin’s face tightened with concern as he processed his uncle’s words. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Was Pa Christopher telling the truth? Was Helena really not his cousin? His stomach churned, and he found himself gripping the railing even tighter.“Are you serious?” Marvin asked, his voice was low and uncertain. His eyes searched his uncle’s face for any hint of deceit. “What happened to her? Since she isn't your biological child, how did you get to be her custodian?”Pa Christopher sighed deeply and leaned against the balcony, his sharp demeanor started softening as a shadow of pain crossed his face. He looked at the scenery below, as though gathering his thoughts. When he finally spoke, his voice was steady but tinged with sorrow.“Her parents… they died when she was just a child,” he said quietly. “Helena’s father was one of my staff, Marvin. He and his wife were good people. Kind, hardworking. But fate doesn’t always spare the good ones, does it?” He shook his h
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR WHEN HATRED IGNITES POWER
Pa Christopher took a deep breath, his face darkened as he continued the story. “According to Helena,” he began slowly, “it happened one evening. Her foster father came into her room. He wanted to… take advantage of her again.”Marvin’s fists clenched at his sides, anger began bubbling up as he imagined the scene. He didn’t interrupt, though. He wanted to hear everything.“She told me that night she hated him more than ever before. She was tired of being his victim,” Pa Christopher said, his voice was steady but it was filled with restrained emotion. “When he tried to force himself on her, she fought back—scratched, slapped, bit him. She struggled as hard as she could.”Marvin’s grip on the railing tightened as he listened, his heart pounding.“While she fought him, she said something happened,” Pa Christopher continued. “She focused on him, on his wicked eyes, with everything inside her—her anger, her hatred, her desperation. And then…” He paused, looking Marvin in the eye.“What hap
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR WHEN PITY TURNS TO LOVE
Pa Christopher’s expression shifted slightly as he prepared to deliver yet another bombshell. “There’s something else you need to know about Helena,” he said, his voice was steady but heavy with meaning.Marvin’s brows furrowed, a mix of apprehension and curiosity started knotting in his chest. “What is it?”“She’s a Richmond,” Pa Christopher revealed, his words were left hanging in the air like a heavy weight. “But she’s a distant member of our Richmond family.”Marvin’s eyes widened, surprise flickering across his face. “A Richmond?” he repeated, his voice was laced with disbelief. “She’s… one of us?”Pa Christopher nodded. “Yes. Her father, the man who worked for me, was a descendant of the Richmond bloodline—far removed, but still connected. That makes Helena part of the family, but distantly enough that there’s no direct relation to you.”Marvin leaned against the railing, processing the information. He was both surprised and, strangely, impressed. To think Helena was tied to th
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR MARVIN AND HELENA
Marvin exhaled sharply, his grip on the railing loosening as he made up his mind. Enough hesitating. If there was ever a moment to talk to Helena, this was it. He straightened his back, steeling himself, and made his way downstairs, his footsteps echoed faintly in the quiet atrium.As he approached Helena, who was seated with her back to him, he noticed something unexpected. Her phone was propped up in her metallic hands, and she was watching something intently. Marvin slowed his stride, curious. Peeking over her shoulder, he caught a glimpse of the screen.It was a romantic movie. Two of the characters were cuddled close, their faces inches apart, lost in each other’s eyes.Marvin blinked, momentarily surprised. The sight of Helena, a composed and seemingly unshakable cyborg, watching something so tender and emotional struck a chord in him. For a moment, he forgot what he wanted to say.Finally, he cleared his throat. “Hello, Helena,” he greeted, his voice was warm but slightly h
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“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
WHAT BROKE HELENA
Uncle Christopher’s eyes narrowed.He stepped closer to Marvin and crossed his arms.“This isn’t just about Helena… or your father,” he said. “It’s bigger than that. What you did at the last WG-8 Summit… it shook Westwood to its core.”Marvin blinked.“My speech?”Uncle Christopher nodded slowly.“You gave out information that no one thought you had access to. You exposed secret dealings, illegal contracts, and power abuses—especially from the leaders of the Power Families. The entire Council of Elders turned on them that day. You embarrassed them… and you made enemies.”Marvin’s brows furrowed.“But… why would they see me as a threat?” he asked. “I’m based here in Neovalle. I run a solar based tech company. My focus is innovation. I don’t even want anything in Westwood. Even when I finally get to hold the Astralyte… my goals haven’t changed. It's not like I intend to conquer Westwood.”Uncle Christopher gave a slow, tired nod.“I know, Marvin. I know you’re not after thrones or terri
THE AFTERMATH
About four hours later, Marvin’s eyes opened again.He squinted.A sharp pain stabbed through his head.He winced, groaning softly.His body was no longer shaking. The chaos had passed. But the pain was still there—deep and dull, resting behind his forehead.Slowly, he turned his head to the side.The beeping machine beside him was still working… but this time, the sound was calm. His heart rate was steady.He was breathing normally.The air felt less heavy now.He was awake… and he was alive.Just then, the door opened.Uncle Christopher walked in with a careful step, holding a file in his hand. His eyes moved quickly to Marvin—and when he saw him awake, sitting up a little, all calm and steady, a deep breath escaped his chest.He smiled, softly.“You’re awake… again,” he said, with a calm voice.Marvin nodded slowly.He sat upright, moving his back against the pillow. The motion hurt a little, but he could handle it.Uncle Christopher moved closer, standing by his side now.He place
BETWEEN DEATH AND MADNESS
Marvin’s eyes twitched.Slowly… very slowly… they began to open.Everything was blurry.Light. Movement. Shadows.He tried to blink, but even that felt like lifting a mountain. His eyelids were heavy. His body felt like stone. His chest rose and fell with a deep struggle.Then came a sound—his own breath, rough and noisy. A cough tore through his throat, loud and painful. He gasped again, coughing hard, chest shaking like thunder inside him.“Uh… you are awake,” a calm voice said.It was familiar.Faint… but familiar.Marvin blinked again, this time harder.The blur started to clear.He could now make out a face.His uncle—Uncle Christopher—was sitting beside him.The old man looked tired, but his eyes were calm, filled with relief.Marvin tried to speak, but his voice cracked. His throat was dry.“O-… oxygen,” Marvin whispered.“You’re on it,” Uncle Christopher replied, softly pressing a hand on Marvin’s shoulder. “You’re in intensive care now. You’re safe.”Marvin glanced around
