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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A LOST CHANCE
Three days later, Marvin drove a small, beat-up scooter through the busy streets of Neovalle. The city buzzed with life, and its towering skyscrapers gleamed under the bright sun. His scooter weaved through traffic like a shadow, almost invisible among the larger vehicles. On his back was a box marked “Delivery,” and on his chest which had the logo and colours of the Zypher conglomerate, he wore a plastic tag that read, “Delivery Personnel.”Marvin wore simple clothing—a plain white shirt and dark pants—but he had chosen a cologne that left a trail of rich, sophisticated scent as he passed. For good measure, he had added a fake mustache, thick and neatly combed, disguising his face. It was hard to connect the calm, commanding man from three nights ago with this quiet delivery driver.The scooter slowed as Marvin approached the heart of Neovalle’s business district. His eyes widened slightly as he looked up at the towering structure ahead of him: the headquarters of the Zyphers. T
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE DEFIANT ENCOUNTER
Marvin followed the intern’s directions as he walked down the long hallway that stretched ahead of him, it was a hallway that felt like a path to power.The walls around him were covered with pictures of the Zyphers' products. These were items that represented the future: luxury electronics, medicine, energy solutions, and high-tech gadgets for everyday life.Each image shouted success, which a reminder of just how much the Zyphers’ influence had spread across Neovalle.When Marvin turned the corner, the logistics wing came into sight. It looked like a busy marketplace, with workers in uniforms moving heavy crates and packages onto automated conveyor belts.The machines made humming noises as they quickly sorted and scanned everything. Forklifts zoomed across the floor, carrying pallets of goods, while supervisors shouted orders into their earpieces. The speed and efficiency were overwhelming, yet Marvin walked confidently into it.He took a moment to observe the scene, his eyes were
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE TABLES TURN
The chubby boss sneered at Marvin, his voice was dripping with venom. "You know what? You're fired! Get the hell out before I rain down on you!"Marvin, unfazed, smirked. "Well, how I wish your fat ass was as quick as your mouth. Come make me get out."Gasps erupted among the workers, their disbelief echoing through the logistics wing. The boss, his face contorted with rage, tore his belt from his waist and lunged at Marvin, raising it high. But before the belt could strike, Marvin grabbed the boss’s wrist with a firm grip. With a swift motion, Marvin delivered a solid headbutt, causing the boss to stumble back, clutching his forehead in pain.The workers froze, their shock was mirrored in wide-eyed stares. Marvin moved to press the advantage, but before he could, a group of security staff intervened, grabbing him by the arms. "Come on, man, it’s okay. Time to go," one of them said, trying to defuse the tension.Marvin didn’t resist. Instead, he relaxed, his calm demeanor was unsha
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR FROM DELIVERY GUY TO CEO
The chubby boss stared at Marvin, and his mouth was opening and closing like a fish out of water. Finally, he managed to stammer, "You? Are you the…"Marvin leaned back in the CEO’s chair, with a triumphant smile spreading across his face. "Yeah, sure I am. You got any problem with that?"The boss’s head shook slightly as if trying to wake himself from a bad dream. "But… but you were the delivery guy I saw at the docks some minutes ago!""And I’m still that delivery guy," Marvin said, smirking. "The only difference is, I’ve upgraded. And, as God would have it, I’ve been your boss for…" He glanced at his watch. "For the past twelve hours."The chubby boss’s face turned pale, beads of sweat gathered on his forehead. "This… this is not possible," he blurted out, with a shaky voice. "You cannot be the boss! This company is owned by the Zypher family! They wouldn’t just hand it over to someone… like you. The company’s doing better than ever! They wouldn’t make such a stupid decision!"With
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR EXILED FROM POWER
The chubby boss was still kneeling on the floor, and his hands were clasped tightly together. His wide, desperate eyes looked up at Marvin. "Please, sir Marvin," he begged, his voice shaking with fear. "I promise to do anything, anything at all to keep my job!"Marvin leaned back in his chair, his smile widened as he watched the man squirm. "You want to keep your job, huh?" he asked with a voice that was calm and steady."Yes, yes, sir," the boss stammered. "I need this job. I have a wife... kids..." His voice trailed off, and he lowered his head, ashamed.Marvin interrupted him, rolling his eyes. "Spare me the sob story. If you were such a good family man, you wouldn’t have been rude to me at the docks," he said coldly.The boss’s face turned red with embarrassment. He had made a terrible mistake by underestimating Marvin, and now he was paying for it. "I’m sorry, sir. I was wrong. Please, give me a chance. I promise to be a changed man," he said, bowing deeply, showing how sorry h
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE ZYPHER'S SHADOW
The door to Marvin’s office creaked open, with the sound slicing through the quiet hum of the room. A shadow appeared in the doorway, and Marvin glanced up from his desk, his sharp eyes were narrowed. The man who entered moved slowly, his steps were uneven and his shoulders hunched.The man looked old—perhaps in his late sixties. His clothes were wrinkled, and his shirt was slightly stained, as though he had rushed out without caring to iron it. His gray hair was unkempt, sticking out in odd directions. He limped as he approached the desk, with one hand he gripped the back of a chair for support.Marvin straightened in his chair, his gaze was cool and assessing. “Can I help you?” he asked, his voice was calm but guarded.The man paused, breathing heavily, and then nodded. “Yes. I... I hope you can,” he said, his voice hoarse and weak. “My name is Edward Hargrove. I used to work here. I used to be the head of the human resources department.”Marvin’s brow lifted in surprise. He leane
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A PLAN TO REGAIN POWER
Jessica Zypher sat in her luxurious living room, her manicured fingers trembled slightly as she held her phone to her ear. Her jaw was tight, and her usually composed demeanor was cracking under the weight of the voice on the other end of the call.“Jessica,” the chubby boss’s voice broke through the line, it was hoarse and filled with rage. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me? That new CEO you handed power to—Marvin—he has ruined me!”Jessica sighed, leaning back in her chair. She closed her eyes, as though the call was a weight she couldn’t bear. “Calm down,” she said, her voice was measured but tired. “What happened?”“What happened?!” The boss’s voice rose, nearly a shout. “He made me roll on the floor like a circus animal in his office! Do you know what that felt like? To be humiliated like that?! Me, a boss—reduced to rolling on the floor like a fool. He streamed the whole thing online! The entire company probably saw it!” His words came out fast, almost tripping over
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE RETURN OF JESSICA
Marvin sat at his large, imposing desk in the CEO office of Zypher Group, the morning sunlight filtered through the massive windows behind him. The room was pristine, decorated with sleek furniture and a dominating sense of power. On the polished desk in front of him rested his smartphone.His eyes narrowed as he stared at the phone, unmoving. Slowly, Marvin placed his hands palm-down on either side of the device. He took a deep breath, trying to center himself.“I can do this,” he muttered under his breath.He wanted performing telekinesis on his smart phone.Marvin closed his eyes and focused intensely, imagining the phone lifting into the air. He tried to feel the energy within him—the synapticore energy—flowing through his mind and body. He had done it before, hadn’t he? This wasn’t supposed to be impossible.The muscles in his face tightened as he pushed all his focus toward the phone. His breathing slowed, becoming deliberate, as though even that might disturb his concentratio
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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
JUST A STEPPING STONE?
Dana Orion laughed again—louder this time, with wicked joy.“The great Marvin Richmond!” she shouted, spreading her arms wide as she slowly walked around him like a vulture circling a dying animal. “The young genius! The CEO of Helios Enterprise! The young man with the rare ultra mega Synapticore gift!”She leaned close and whispered into his ear.“Look at you now…”She pulled back and raised the Solstium Grip higher.“Chained like a dog. Sweating like a pig. Screaming like a coward!”Dana threw her head back and laughed again, cruel and sharp. Her laughter echoed through the empty garage like broken glass.“You built companies. You led tech enthusiasts. You inspired a generation. But now…” she leaned closer again, with her smile like poison, “you’re just spare parts.”Behind her, Helena stood frozen.Her eyes were fixed on Marvin—his body was trembling, his skin was pale, sweat was dripping down his face, his muscles were twitching from the pain.She said nothing.But her fingers tre
OF BLOOD POWER AND LIES
The world around Marvin was dark and quiet.It was no longer the golden, peaceful lounge of La Vie En Rose. No music. No warmth. Only the low hum of silence and the smell of rust and oil.Dim lights flickered from old, hanging bulbs. The walls were made of bare concrete, and the floor was stained with grease. Broken car parts, metal tools, and oil drums were scattered everywhere. It looked like an old, abandoned car garage. Cold. Lonely. Empty of life.The only sound was the soft drip of water from a leaking pipe in the corner.Marvin’s head felt heavy. His eyes were half-closed. His whole body was weak—like he had been running for days with no food, no rest. Sweat rolled down his forehead, sticking his hair to his face. His mouth was dry. His tongue felt thick.Slowly, he began to wake up more. He tried to move.That’s when he realized…He couldn’t.His arms were spread apart, each one was chained tightly to the sides of a steel pole. His legs too were stretched and chained to the
