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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A MOMENTS PAUSE
Helena hesitated, her glowing eyes flickering slightly before dimming completely. She opened her mouth as if to say something but quickly closed it again. Marvin noticed her metallic fingers twitch slightly, it was a faint sign of unease. Her gaze dropped to her lap, and for a moment, she looked as though she were searching for the right words.Finally, she forced a small smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Nothing...It’s nothing, actually,” she said softly, but the strain in her voice betrayed her. She quickly brushed her hair back with a mechanical hand, a gesture Marvin had come to recognize as something she did when she was nervous.Marvin tilted his head, studying her closely. He could see the tension in her body, the way she was avoiding eye contact, and he was certain there was more to what she had seen. Marvin narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing that she wasn’t telling him the full truth.Something about the way she closed herself off made him curious. Whatever
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A CEO UNDER FIRE
Marvin’s heart was still pounding as he lowered the phone from his ear. The weight of the news pressed against his chest, but he quickly masked his frustration, turning back to Helena.“Um, Helena…” he began, his voice was steady but tinged with regret. “Something just came up. My drivers are stranded on the road because of some… issue.” He hesitated, meeting her gaze, reluctant to leave her. “I… I’ll see you later, alright?”Helena tilted her head slightly, concern flickered in her radiant eyes, but she didn’t press him. “Alright, Marvin. Be careful out there,” she said softly.Marvin gave her a quick nod, wanting to lean down and kiss her on the cheek but thinking better of it. Instead, he took a step back, pulling up his phone. As he walked briskly towards the exit of the room, he dialed his driver.“Hello Simeon, ready the vehicle,” he said firmly. “We’re heading to the Neovalle Business Regulation Council office. Also, alert my assistant to prepare a few executive staff members
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE COUNCIL'S VERDICT: CONFRONTING HIRSCH
Mr. Hirsch let out a deep sigh, his shoulders relaxed slightly. "Give me a second," he said, leaning forward to check his laptop. His fingers tapped briskly on the keyboard as he opened the council’s database.“What did you say the name of your company is?” he asked, glancing at Marvin briefly.“Marvin's Helios Enterprise,” Marvin replied firmly, his tone was unwavering.“Alright… Mar-vin… He-lios… En-ter-prise,” Mr. Hirsch muttered as he carefully typed the name into the search bar on the Neovalle Business Regulation Council website. His expression remained neutral as he waited for the results to load.A few seconds later, he leaned closer to the screen. “Ah, yes,” he murmured, squinting slightly. “The confirmation of the suspension of your company’s distribution rights is here.”Marvin leaned forward, his patience started thinning. “But why? Why were my company’s distribution rights suspended?” he pressed, his voice was calm but laced with a firm edge.Mr. Hirsch shifted in his chai
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE SHADOW BEHIND THE DECISION
Mr. Hirsch let out a long breath, with his eyes briefly locking with that of Marvin. "Mr. Richmond, like I said before, I’m afraid I cannot disclose that information. The council operates with confidentiality to ensure impartiality," he said, with an unwavering tone.Marvin didn’t flinch. Instead, he leaned back slightly and folded his arms, with his calm exterior masking his growing frustration. "Mr. Hirsch, I can’t deny that we faced a serious glitch in the past that threatened to shake the foundation of my company. However, I can assure you that my products, which are supposed to reach the market, have been thoroughly tested and confirmed safe. The risks of causing damage to final consumers are minimal at best."Hirsch raised an eyebrow, and skepticism was clear on his face. "How do I know what you say is true? How am I to be sure this isn’t just desperation talking, a ploy to see your products out there in the market regardless of the consequences?"Marvin’s eyes narrowed slightl
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE HARSH TRUTH ABOUT POWER
For two days, Christopher Richmond, Marvin’s uncle, had been away on a business trip. During this time, Marvin who had been staying in the VVIP lounge of the Aurora Grand Hotel, was restless and troubled by the recent suspension of his company’s distribution rights by the Neovalle Business Regulation Council.The decision felt unfair, even personal. It stirred a deep anger within him, and dangerous thoughts crept into his mind. For a fleeting moment, he considered using violence or an underhanded strategy to strike back at the council. However, he quickly calmed himself. He knew that acting on such thoughts could lead to even greater harm—either for himself, his company or his purposed victims.Sitting on the plush leather couch in his suite, Marvin stared at his phone. The anger and frustration still lingered, but he decided he needed advice or better still help so he could resolve this case more peacefully. His uncle Christopher was the one person who could provide him with guid
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE NAME VICTOR VAYNE
Marvin sat back on the plush leather couch, his glowing sky-blue eyes were fixed as Luminar, his Synaptic Echo, worked in his subconscious.“Processing... The situation at the Neovalle Business Regulation Council has been analyzed,” Luminar’s calm, robotic voice echoed in his mind.“Who is behind this decision?” Marvin asked, his voice was steady but laced with curiosity.“Mr. Victor Vayne,” Luminar replied.Marvin furrowed his brows. “Victor Vayne? Who is he?”“Mr. Victor Vayne is the CEO of Voltforge Energy Group,” Luminar explained, its tone was precise. “What’s more interesting is the fact that—”“Where can I find him?” Marvin interrupted, with his impatience cutting through Luminar’s explanation.“Scanning Neovalle City,” Luminar said as Marvin felt a slight tingle in his mind, indicating the Synaptic Echo’s advanced scanning abilities.Seconds later, Luminar spoke again. “Mr. Victor Vayne is currently in his office at the Voltforge Energy headquarters.”Marvin leaned forward, wi
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR TIPPING THE SCALES
Marvin forced himself to move, to appear calm, despite the tension in the room. His sharp mind reminded him of one thing: the Scandinavian disguise he wore that day during his encounter with Billy. Blond hair, pale skin, and blue contacts—everything about him that day was different from the Hispanic man he truly was. There was no way Billy could connect him to that altercation. At least, that’s what Marvin told himself.He stepped forward and sat down in the chair across from Victor, crossing one leg over the other in a show of forced ease. His face betrayed none of the swirling emotions within him, though his hands rested a little too tightly on the armrests.Victor’s smile remained frozen in place, a picture of composure, but his eyes sparkled with a cold curiosity. “So, Mr. Marvin,” Victor said, leaning back in his chair, “what brings you to my office today?”Marvin felt his temper flare instantly. The sheer audacity of Victor pretending not to know why he was here made his bloo
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE SEEDS OF HOSTILITY
Marvin leaned forward slightly, his voice was calm but probing. “What do you mean, Victor Vayne?”Victor’s smirk widened, his eyes were glinting with malice. “What I mean,” he began, his tone deliberate and measured, “is that the person who struck my brother and turned him into an imbecile was none other than you, Mr. Marvin, hidden behind that little Scandinavian disguise you wore. Blond hair, pale skin, blue eyes... You thought you could fool me?”He leaned back in his chair, enjoying the moment. “I have enough evidence to prove this fact.”Marvin didn’t respond. His lips pressed into a firm line as he stared at Victor. His silence stretched across the room like a thick fog, but he refused to let Victor see him falter.Victor’s smirk turned into a sneer. “You cannot defend yourself now, can you?” he taunted, with a voice that dripped with contempt.Still, Marvin remained silent.Victor gestured sharply to Billy, who sat blankly on the plush sofa like a hollow shell of a man. “Take a
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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
