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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR RAGE UNLEASHED 1
Victor’s fists slammed against the desk, rattling the items on its surface. His voice was sharp and filled with venom as he cursed under his breath.“Damn them! Damn those lowlife thieves! I trusted them to work for me, to be loyal, and this—this is how they repay me? By stealing from me?”Luis Tarejo, startled by Victor’s outburst, raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Victor, cálmate! What is going on? Tell me, hombre, what has happened?”Victor’s jaw clenched as he pushed his laptop across the desk toward Luis. His voice was cold and deliberate. “Take it. Watch this video.”Luis hesitated for a moment before leaning forward, with a face that was etched with concern. He took the laptop, his fingers were steady as he clicked play.The room was silent, save for the voices from the video. Luis’s expression darkened as he watched the two drivers laughing and talking about skimming profits. When the video ended, Luis slammed the laptop shut, and his face was a mixture of shock and an
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR RAGE UNLEASHED 2
Roughly two hours later, the sound of truck engines filled the air as a convoy of delivery vehicles rolled into the company headquarters.One by one, twenty trucks parked neatly in the company’s parking lot. The drivers climbed out of their trucks, each with different expressions—some tired, some curious, others just trying to stretch their legs after the long drive.The leader of the drivers, a stocky man named Raymond, stepped down from the first truck.He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, his face was tight with tension. As he looked around, he saw his colleagues chatting, laughing, or stretching, seemingly unaware of the storm that was about to hit.Raymond adjusted his cap, his mind racing, and then he raised his hand. His voice rang out loud and clear, cutting through the chatter.“Listen up!” he barked, his tone demanding attention.The voices of the drivers fell silent immediately. They all turned to look at Raymond, some frowning, others nervous. Th
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE BOLD DENIAL
The drivers exchanged uneasy glances, some turning to scan the group as though expecting Raymond to step forward at any moment. The silence grew heavier with each passing second as they shuffled uncomfortably.“Isn’t Mr Raymond here?” a young driver muttered under his breath, looking over his shoulder.“I thought he was right behind us,” another chimed in, as his brow was furrowed.The murmurs of confusion spread like wildfire. A few men called out Raymond’s name, their voices echoed in the spacious office, but no response came.After a few minutes of searching the group and glancing toward the door, it became painfully clear—Mr Raymond was not present.“He’s not here,” an older driver finally said, his voice carried a mix of disbelief and worry. “But he’s the one who told us to come here in the first place! He said it was an order from the boss.”“I could’ve sworn he was with us when we came in,” another driver added, scratching his head. “What’s going on?”The men exchanged confuse
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A JOKE GONE TOO FAR
The driver stepped forward, his face was pale, yet he clasped his hands tightly in front of him as if bracing himself for the storm ahead. His voice trembled with a mix of humility and desperation.“Mr. Vayne, with all due respect,” he began carefully, his gaze firmly on the floor, “we would never, ever think of you as a fool. Please, believe me when I say that. None of us here would dare to insult you or your intelligence.”Victor’s eyes narrowed, his arms were crossed as he stood like an immovable mountain. His silence pressed the driver to continue.“What you saw in that video,” the driver said, his tone pleading now, “was nothing but a skit—a stupid, drunken joke. We were… we were messing around after a few drinks. That’s all it was, sir. We would never harm the company or steal its money. It wasn’t serious.”Victor Vayne tilted his head slightly, his piercing gaze boring into the driver. “A skit?” he repeated slowly, his voice was calm yet filled with a dangerous edge. “You expec
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR NO SECOND CHANCES
Victor’s eyes narrowed, his lips pressing into a thin line. For a moment, it seemed as though he might waver. But then, he turned his back to them again, his stance rigid and unyielding.“Security will escort you out of you all waste any more time here,” he said firmly, his voice was void of emotion. “Leave your badges and company property before you go.”The drivers erupted into louder pleas, their voices were desperate and broken, but Victor didn’t turn around. His mind was made up—or so it seemed.Victor’s eyes narrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line. For a moment, it seemed as though he might waver. The tension in the room was thick, and the drivers clung to the faint hope that he might reconsider. But then, without warning, he turned his back to them again, his stance was rigid and unyielding.“Security will escort you all out if you waste any more time here,” he said firmly, as his voice was devoid of emotion. “Leave your badges and company property before you go.”The room
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A CALL OF CONSEQUENCE
Victor’s phone buzzed loudly on the desk, cutting through the otherwise oppressive silence. His eyes flicked to the screen, and his stomach tightened when he saw the name. Mr. Landon.For a brief moment, Victor froze, his mind started racing through possible scenarios. He could feel his pulse quicken. Then, after a long pause, he picked up the call and pressed the phone to his ear, his fingers curling tightly around it.“Hello, Mr. Landon,” Victor said, his voice was steady but it carried an edge of authority.“Ah, Victor,” Mr. Landon’s voice came through, calm and measured. “How are you today?”Victor leaned back in his chair, his fingers were still tight from the frustration of his earlier encounter with the drivers. “Everything’s fine, as usual,” he replied, keeping his tone neutral.A brief silence stretched between them before Mr. Landon spoke again, his voice taking on a curious, almost probing tone. “I heard you sacked your drivers. Is that true?”Victor’s breath hitched sligh
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR DESPERATIONS OFFER
Victor Vayne’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion. His hands were shaking, and his breathing became erratic as he sat down in his chair. The weight of the situation crashed down on him, and for a moment, he couldn't think clearly. His thoughts were a jumbled mess of panic, frustration, and regret. He had made a huge mistake firing all the drivers so early, and now the consequences of his actions were staring him in the face."How many batteries are we talking about?" Victor asked, trying to regain some control over the situation, though his voice betrayed his inner turmoil."About five hundred thousand packs, sir," Lucien replied, his voice still shaky.Victor’s head collapsed into his hands, and he leaned forward, as the pressure of the situation began squeezing the life out of him. Five hundred thousand packs of volatile Dynocell batteries, with each one worth five hundred dollars. If they didn’t get to market in time, they’d be ruined—no, worse, they could explode, causing damag
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR FORTY MEN AND A DEADLINE
Victor’s gaze fixed on Luiz, his eyes were a mixture of hope and desperation. “What solution? Tell me, Luiz! What can you do to help?” His voice cracked, the weight of his panic spilled into his words.Luiz leaned back slightly, exuding calm in contrast to Victor’s chaotic energy. “Mr. Vayne, amigo, I can get you up to forty men to help deliver the batteries to the retail market,” he said with quiet confidence.Victor’s heart skipped a beat. “Forty men?” he repeated, his voice was barely a whisper as he processed the words. Relief began to seep into his features, but Luiz’s next words made him freeze.“However,” Luiz added, his tone firm, “it will cost you.”Victor flinched at the statement. He had no room for negotiation, no time to bargain. Desperation had tightened its grip on him. His voice came out rushed, almost pleading. “How much, Luiz? Tell me how much. Whatever it is, I’ll make it happen.”Luiz folded his arms and let the silence stretch for a few moments before replying, “
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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
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
