2025-02-07 23:26:59
Previous Chapter
Related Chapters
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE WOUNDED LION'S ROAR
Darius Crowe stormed forward, with his heavy footsteps echoing through the room. His face was red with fury, his breathing was sharp and heavy.Before anyone could react, he reached the table where Marvin and his key staff were seated and slammed his fists down with a loud thud. The force of the impact sent a tremor across the surface, rattling the glasses and documents on it."You dare sit here calmly while my name is being dragged through the mud?" Darius roared, his voice was filled with anger and frustration. His eyes burned as he glared at Marvin. "Do you have any idea what you’ve done? People died at my rally! My supporters, some of my team members—gone! And now the world thinks I am responsible for this chaos!"Marvin remained silent, his jaw was clenched as he stared at the furious politician.Darius took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but the grief in his voice was undeniable. "My career, my reputation, everything I have built—it’s all crumbling because of this d
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE UNFORGIVEN
Marvin Richmond stood at the entrance of Neovalle City Hospital, his face was unreadable as he surveyed the chaos before him. The air smelled of antiseptic and blood, mixing with the faint scent of sweat and fear. The emergency ward was crowded with injured men and women—Darius Crowe’s supporters—some lying still, others groaning in pain. The fluorescent lights above flickered slightly, casting an eerie glow over the wounded bodies.Doctors and nurses moved swiftly between the beds, their faces were tense as they fought to save lives. Machines beeped, IV drips hung from stands, and muffled cries of suffering filled the air. Some of the injured had been stabilized, but others were fighting for their last breaths. Marvin clenched his jaw. He had seen tragedy before, but this was different. These people believed he was the reason they were lying here, barely holding on.Accompanied by Oliver Grant, Samantha Lee, and a few members of Helios Enterprise, Marvin moved forward. Behind
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR ENEMIES IN THE CROWD
Marvin smiled faintly, though the weight of the past few hours still hung heavily on him. He pushed the cheque across the desk, his voice was steady."Well, Dr. Hayes, you have been so kind in your words of encouragement towards me at this time. I believe handing over this cheque is a more respectable way of saying thank you for your support during these trying times."Dr. Hayes, who had been looking down at the cheque as Marvin slid it across, raised an eyebrow in surprise. He glanced back up, his eyes widening slightly. He quickly scanned the amount written on the cheque, his gaze lingered on the numbers—three million dollars.A brief silence passed before Dr. Hayes spoke, clearly taken aback."I don’t see any reason for all this money, Mr. Richmond," he said, his voice was uncertain. "I don’t especially think there’s anything special in my words that would warrant a whopping three million dollars."Marvin's expression remained calm, but the corner of his lips twitched ever so sli
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR DARIUS CROWE'S COUNTER ATTACK
Dr. Hayes remained silent for a long moment, with his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest of his chair. His gaze drifted back to the cheque resting on the desk. The offer was overwhelming, and Marvin’s request carried a weight that could not be ignored.He inhaled deeply, his thoughts were racing. The situation in Lunebrook had indeed been chaotic, and if Marvin’s suspicions were true, then something much bigger was at play. But was Dr Hayes willing to involve himself in this? Was he ready to take on the risks that came with standing by Marvin Richmond?Dr. Hayes looked up, his sharp eyes met Marvin’s steady gaze. “Mr. Richmond,” he began, his voice was firm but calm, “I will not lie—your words have given me something to think about. If what you suspect is true, then this is bigger than both of us.”He leaned forward slightly, placing his hands on the desk. “But let me make something clear—I don’t need your money to help you. If you had simply asked, I would have agreed.”A
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR NEGOTIATIONS FOR SURVIVAL
Three days later, Marvin sat in the back of his sleek black car, his eyes were staring out of the window, deep in thought. The past few days had been a whirlwind of fear and uncertainty. The new policies—laws that had been passed after the Lunebrook tragedy—had shaken him to his core. His company, his life's work, was at risk. He had to act. That’s why he was here now, being driven by his butler toward the government house, hoping that a face-to-face meeting with the governor might bring a solution.The government house was a large, imposing building, with high stone walls and guards at every entrance. As they arrived, Marvin stepped out of the car, adjusting his jacket, and followed the butler up the grand steps. The guards, well-trained and watchful, quickly checked Marvin's identity and allowed him to enter.Inside, the atmosphere was formal but calm. Marvin passed through multiple security checks—each step more cautious than the last—until he finally arrived at the governor’s
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A HANDOUT DISGUISED AS PROTECTION
The governor leaned back in his chair, his voice was softer now but it carried the weight of authority."Marvin, I understand your frustration. Believe me, I do. You’ve built Helios Enterprise from the ground up, and I respect that. But you need to see this from another perspective."He paused, his expression was calm but firm. "The people of Lunebrook are angry, Marvin. The tragedy shook the entire county, but not just that, it shook the entire Neovalle state as well. Families were destroyed, friends were lost, and the people... they want justice. They want answers."Marvin clenched his fists subtly, but he kept his composure. He had expected resistance, but not this level of hostility toward his company.The governor continued, his voice was steady but with a touch of sympathy. "Right now, Neovalle is in turmoil. The citizens believe Helios Enterprise is responsible for what happened. Whether or not that’s true, their pain is real. Their anger is real. And as their leader, I had to
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR LUNEBROOK'S SECRET
The evening air was cool, carrying the faint scent of chlorine and freshly cut grass. The sound of water rippling in the pool was the only disturbance in an otherwise peaceful setting. Mr. Landon emerged from the pool, water glistening on his toned body. He ran a hand through his wet hair and exhaled deeply, relishing the coolness against his skin.A few feet away, Darius Crowe stood near the outdoor bar, pouring himself a drink. He watched as Mr. Landon stepped onto the tiled floor, with droplets of water falling from his body.Without hesitation, Darius turned to one of the servants standing nearby. His tone was calm but firm.“Bring me Mr. Landon’s robe.”The servant bowed slightly before hurrying inside. Moments later, he returned with a dark silk robe neatly folded in his hands. Darius took it with care, then stepped forward.Bowing slightly, he extended the robe toward Mr. Landon.Mr. Landon took the robe without a word. He draped it over his shoulders, his expression was unre
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A TOAST TO DECEPTION
Mr. Landon smiled, a slow and knowing smile. “I may not follow the news consistently, but I have ears everywhere.”Darius Crowe let out a low, nervous chuckle, but his eyes betrayed his shock. “Well, I must say, Mr. Landon, I’m quite impressed by the efficiency of your spies.”In truth, he was deeply surprised—and slightly disappointed. He had taken great care to keep his involvement in the Lunebrook tragedy a secret. No traces, no loose ends. Yet, somehow, Mr. Landon already knew.For a brief moment, Crowe considered how much information Mr. Landon truly had. Had someone betrayed him? Or was Landon just that powerful?Before he could fully gather his thoughts, Mr. Landon’s voice cut through his hesitation.“I believe I asked you a question.”Crowe blinked, his mind was still slightly unsettled. “I… I didn’t catch that, sir.”Mr. Landon sighed, his tone carried a hint of impatience. “I asked if these policies were passed after you planned the disaster in Lunebrook.”Darius Crowe swal
Latest Chapter
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
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
