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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE COUNCILS RECKONING 1
The black luxury sedan pulled up smoothly into the underground parking lot of the Neovalle Business Regulation Council building. The sound of the tires rolling over the concrete echoed softly in the vast, dimly lit space.Inside the car, Marvin Richmond sat with one leg crossed over the other, his face was calm and unreadable. His private butler who was dressed in a neatly pressed suit, stepped out first and opened the back door.“We have arrived, sir,” the butler said with a slight bow.Marvin didn’t respond immediately. He adjusted his cuffs, straightened his jacket, then stepped out of the vehicle. The cool air of the parking lot greeted him, but he paid it no mind.Waiting nearby was a council escort—an official dressed in a sharp grey suit with a security badge clipped to his chest. He gave Marvin a brief nod before gesturing towards the elevator.“This way, sir.”Without a word, Marvin followed.The elevator doors slid open, and the three men stepped inside. As the elevator a
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE COUNCILS RECKONING 2
Mr. Hirsch took a slow, measured breath, his fingers were tapping lightly against his desk. Then, he leaned forward, with his voice dropping into a warning tone.“Mr. Marvin, I hope you have not forgotten where you are standing right now? This is—”“Fuck the place I’m standing, Mr. Hirsch,” Marvin cut in, his tone was as sharp as a blade. His cold, piercing gaze never wavered. “You know…” He paused, letting the silence stretch before continuing, “You know, if this association isn’t as autonomous as it claims to be, only God knows how many businessmen have fallen victim to the top players—men who think they’re untouchable.”Mr. Hirsch’s jaw tightened, his polite mask began to crack. He exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head.“Marvin,” he said, with a firm voice, “if you’re here to rant, I suggest you stop. This is my office, and I won’t tolerate any reckless tone. If you keep this up, I’ll have security throw you out.”Marvin smirked, his fingers started tightening on th
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE WHITE FERN GLOW
Mr. Hirsch clenched his jaw, trying to regain his composure, but his mind was already spiraling.How did Marvin know?He was certain he had kept that vault’s secret well-guarded. Only a handful of people even knew it existed. Yet here Marvin was, standing before him, as if he had been watching every move Mr. Hirsch made.His hand slowly moved to the edge of his desk, gripping it tightly as if anchoring himself in reality.His fingers turned white with pressure. The color drained from his face, and his eyes darted between Marvin and the empty air, trying to make sense of the situation.Marvin’s smirk only grew wider. The silence between them thickened. It wasn’t just the vault that was in danger—it was everything Mr. Hirsch had worked for.For the first time in a long while, Mr. Hirsch felt truly vulnerable.His breathing was shallow, and his heartbeat was pounding in his chest. How could this happen? How could anyone—let alone Marvin—have discovered something this classified?Finall
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR SIXTY MILLION REASONS TO OBEY
Marvin’s smirk deepened. He took a step closer, his voice calm and steady.“I have the phone number of the Neovalle Commissioner of Police,” he said, watching Mr. Hirsch’s reaction closely. “And trust me, once I make the call, within a few minutes, a thorough investigation could begin in your wife’s mega store.”He let his words hang in the air, letting the weight of them sink in.Mr. Hirsch’s breath hitched. A deep shiver ran down his spine.Marvin continued, his tone almost casual. “You know what that means, don’t you?” He tilted his head slightly. “That’s life in prison. Your wife’s store will be seized, and you might be paying a fine worth sixty million dollars.”The room fell into silence.Mr. Hirsch’s fingers trembled against the chair’s armrest. His body tensed, his heart was pounding violently against his ribs. Sixty million? Life in prison? His mind screamed.He opened his mouth, but no words came out. A sharp breath escaped him, shaky and uneven.Then, his hands clenched
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR YOU WON'T BE HERE...
Marvin’s smirk didn’t waver. He studied Mr. Hirsch for a moment, enjoying the way the man looked utterly defeated. Then, he finally gave a slow nod.“We’re good,” Marvin said, his voice was smooth and confident. But then, his expression darkened slightly, his eyes narrowed. “But let’s be clear on one thing, Mr. Hirsch. This nonsense ends here. You will never— and I mean never— try to sabotage me or my business again.”He took a deliberate step forward, his gaze was locked onto Mr. Hirsch’s trembling eyes.“I don’t care who asks you to do it—whether it’s Victor Vayne, the Business Council, or anyone else no matter how powerful they may be. If I ever find out that you’re working against me again, trust me… I won’t just make phone calls next time.” His voice dropped lower, carrying a dangerous edge. “I will not be as gentle as I was today.”A violent shudder ran through Mr. Hirsch’s body. He nodded quickly, repeatedly, as if his life depended on it.“Yes, yes, I understand,” Mr Hirsch
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARVIN
Mr. Hirsch’s hands trembled as he gripped his phone. His wife’s panicked voice sent a chill down his spine.“Cops? Searching our mega store?” he repeated, his voice was barely above a whisper.“Yes, honey! They’re tearing everything apart!” she cried. “They have dogs… Oh God, they’re checking every corner! What’s going on? I thought you guaranteed our safety before we begun this business.”Mr. Hirsch tried to speak, but his throat was dry. He felt light-headed.Then, another call came in.This time, it was from his manager at the store. With shaky fingers, he answered.“Sir, the police…” The manager’s voice was low, almost a whisper. “They’ve found something.”A cold sweat broke out on Mr. Hirsch’s forehead.“What… what did they find?” he stammered.There was silence. Then, the manager spoke, his voice was tight with fear.“They found the packages, sir. The… the cocaine.”Mr. Hirsch’s world crashed. His vision blurred. His breathing became shallow.It was over.Despite all he did to p
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR UNTOUCHABLE BEAUTY
The moment Helena stepped into the grand hall, everything seemed to pause—at least in Marvin’s world.She was dressed in a long, form-fitting gown that covered her from neck to toe, leaving no inch of skin exposed. Yet, despite being fully covered, she looked breathtaking.The dress, a deep shade of crimson, clung to her body, emphasizing her curves while flowing like liquid silk with every step she took. Under the golden glow of the chandeliers, it shimmered ever so slightly, drawing eyes toward her like a magnet.Even her hands were covered in elegant gloves, adding an air of mystery to her already striking presence. Her dark hair, neatly styled, cascaded down her back in soft waves, and the light reflected in her sharp, piercing eyes.Her lips, painted a bold shade of red, curled into a small but knowing smirk.Marvin’s grip tightened around his glass.He had always known Helena was beautiful, but this—this was something else entirely.For the first time, he forgot that beneath t
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR DANCING ON THIN ICE
Helena shook her head, her gloved hands were tightening slightly around the glass she was holding."Marvin, I’m a terrible dancer," she said, her voice was low. "And besides, I don’t want any attention from anyone here at this party."More than that, she was afraid. Afraid that if she stepped onto that dance floor, someone would notice. Someone would see beyond the elegant dress and the smooth fabric covering her arms. Someone would realize that beneath it all, she wasn’t like them. That she was different. That she was something else.Marvin, however, wasn’t letting this go so easily. He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice just for her."It’s not a wild hip-hop dance, Helena," he said with a teasing smirk. "It is Just a simple, slow dance. Barely any movement. No one’s going to be watching us."Helena gave him a doubtful look, her mind started racing for an excuse."I don’t know, Marvin," she murmured. "I just don’t think it’s a good idea."But Marvin wasn’t backing down."Helena
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EYES THAT REMEMBER, HEARTS THAT SEE
The sun was high in the sky when a sleek, Cadillac CT pulled up at the base of the Orion Dynamics headquarters.The door clicked open, and Jayden Cole stepped out.He wore a well-fitted dark blue suit, paired with a crisp white shirt and polished black shoes. His glasses reflected the sunlight, but his calm, confident expression remained clear. He looked around briefly, adjusting his collar as he stood tall.Waiting just a few steps ahead was Dylan Orion—Stella’s cousin and one of the most respected young minds in the Orion family. Dressed in a stylish grey outfit with the Orion family crest pinned to his chest, Dylan smiled and extended his hand.“Mr. Jayden,” Dylan said warmly. “Welcome. I’m Dylan Orion. I’ll be showing you around today.”Jayden shook his hand firmly. “Thank you, Mr. Dylan. It’s a pleasure to be here.”“Please, just Dylan,” he replied with a chuckle. “Come, follow my lead.”As they began walking together toward the building entrance, a few people nearby turned th
THE TRIAL OF COSMIC MINDS
Uncle Christopher adjusted his seat slightly and leaned forward, his eyes were now focused on Jayden.“Jayden,” he said clearly, “Before you walked in here, there were deliberations concerning the way forward for the Orion family and their franchise, but if you must know, there is tension in this room. The truth is—as it is now, we are stuck. The board is divided.”He pointed briefly toward the PowerPoint slides still glowing on the screen. “Some of us believe licensing the Orion's cosmic energy systems to external tech partners will help us scale faster. Others think it’s too risky and could expose their secrets.”Jayden nodded slowly.Uncle Christopher continued. “We’ve hit a wall, and the truth is—we’ve been here since Marvin died. No fresh ideas, no real progress. We need perspective. That’s why you’re here.”Jayden stepped forward gently, reached into his back pocket, and pulled out a small notepad. He clicked his pen and took brief notes while glancing at the slides being presen
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
