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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR EVIDENCE AND DOUBT
Victor Vayne’s hands trembled as he gripped the edge of the desk in front of him, his eyes turned wide with disbelief. His breath came in short bursts as he tried to gather his thoughts. Finally, he spoke, his voice was shaky but firm.“This… this is ridiculous,” Victor began, as his words were laced with desperation. “I am a responsible man. I have a daughter! A young girl I’ve raised to be strong and independent. I have always respected women, and I would never—never—stoop to the crimes you’re accusing me of.”The DPO leaned back in his chair, his expression was calm but unconvinced. He studied Victor with piercing eyes, as if trying to read through his soul. After a long pause, he said in a measured tone, “I really wish I could believe you, Mr. Vayne. But with all the evidence laid out against you, it would be very difficult for you to escape prison.”Victor’s heart pounded in his chest like a war drum. Each beat was loud and heavy, echoing in his ears. He felt a cold sweat brea
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR VICTOR'S PANIC AND MEMORY
Victor’s breathing grew heavier as the young woman’s gaze flickered between him and the DPO. She took a deep breath, her lips trembling slightly, then pointed her finger at him.“Yes,” she said firmly, her voice breaking slightly. “He was the one who abused me.”The words struck Victor like a thunderclap. His face contorted with disbelief and fury as he slammed his handcuffed fists onto the desk. “That’s a lie!” he roared. “You know that’s not true!”The DPO raised a hand, silencing him. “Mr. Vayne, you’ll get your turn. Let her speak.”Victor shook his head furiously, his voice rising. “I ordered her services! She agreed to the terms and the payment. She was paid to engage in a consensual BDSM session with me! Everything we did was agreed upon beforehand.”The young woman’s eyes filled with tears as she stared at him. “Yes,” she admitted, her voice was soft and trembling. “You placed an order, but I never agreed to… to that. I didn’t consent to the things you did to me.”Victor scoff
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR DESPERATE BARGAINS
Victor’s eyes were glued to the screen, his breathing was uneven. The video played on, showing his private chambers, dimly lit and intimate. His face tightened as he watched himself in the footage. The BDSM session played out exactly as he remembered it, but the young woman’s tear-streaked face was unmistakable. Her cries, though muffled in the recording, were visible in the way her body trembled.Victor’s chest heaved. The video, raw and unfiltered, painted a damning picture. While she had agreed to the session, the way he handled her made it hard to believe she had consented to the extremes of what had occurred. Anyone watching would see a man overpowering a vulnerable woman, her silent tears saying more than words ever could.Sweat beaded on Victor’s forehead as he leaned closer to the DPO. “Listen,” he whispered urgently, his voice cracking. “You need to help me. You must ensure this clip disappears—completely. Destroy it, intercept it from wherever it came. I’ll pay you, I swe
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A DEAL IN THE DARK
The grand ballroom at the Neovalle State House buzzed with energy. The glittering chandelier lights bathed the room in a golden hue, reflecting off the polished marble floors and ornate decorations. Guests in elegant suits and dazzling gowns mingled, glasses of champagne in hand, exchanging polite smiles and shallow pleasantries. A jazz band played a lively tune in one corner, while uniformed waiters wove through the crowd, offering canapés and refills.This was a celebration of power—the inauguration of Senator David Wesley the new governor of Neovalle. Political elites, influential business moguls, and international delegates filled the room. The air was thick with the scent of expensive colognes and the murmur of calculated conversations.Mr. Landon stood near the entrance, his sharp tuxedo was tailored to perfection. His bodyguard loomed behind him, ever watchful. The businessman’s face betrayed none of the inner turmoil brewing from recent events. But the champagne flutes an
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE DESPERATE PLEA
The room seemed to shrink around him as the weight of Marvin’s accusations bore down on him."But wait that is not all of it."Mr. Landon stood frozen as Marvin Richmond’s calm yet sharp words sliced through the air. Landon tried to maintain his smug demeanor, but Marvin’s revelations were hitting him hard.Marvin’s voice remained steady as he continued. “Let’s talk about those offshore accounts tied to your wife’s name. Clever move to hide your money, Mr. Landon, but not clever enough. You see, those accounts are flagged in certain international investigations. It wouldn’t take much for the governor—or the authorities—to connect the dots.”Landon’s expression tightened, his confidence started cracking under the weight of Marvin’s knowledge. But Marvin wasn’t done.“And then there’s that private ‘donation’ you made to secure the highway contract. I’m sure the governor would be thrilled to know just how generous you were—especially since it wasn’t exactly legal. Bribing government off
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A PLEA UNANSWERED: WAR DECLARED, SECRETS SECURED
Marvin’s faint smile faded as he stepped forward, his voice grew colder with each word.“Well said, Mr. Landon, but there’s a problem with that,” he began, his tone was calm yet sharp. “You see, when my distribution rights were suspended, I didn’t lash out immediately. I didn’t rush into revenge. Do you know what I did?”Mr. Landon remained silent, his unease was growing with every passing second.“I begged Victor Vayne,” Marvin continued, his words were laced with quiet fury. “I humbled myself and asked him to reconsider, to let this go. I even tried to fix the mistakes of the past—mistakes I admit were mine which happened to be the root cause of our problem. Do you remember his brother, Billy Vayne? The one I accidentally injured? I offered to cover his medical bills. I promised to sponsor his treatment, even a possible brain surgery. All of that, just to make amends.”Marvin paused, his gaze hardened as he recalled the moment. “But what did Victor do?” he asked, his voice was now c
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE UNSEEN HAND
Victor Vayne sat at his large mahogany desk, his office illuminated by the soft glow of LED panels embedded in the sleek, glass-paneled walls of Voltforge headquarters. The room was cool and silent, except for the faint hum of the central air conditioning. On his desk, a beer bottle clinked softly as he set it down, its condensation formed a small ring on the polished surface.Before him, multiple screens displayed live feeds from Voltforge’s various departments. Engineers tinkered with prototypes in the innovation lab. Analysts poured over charts and numbers in the data center. Customer care representatives answered calls with well-practiced smiles. The hum of productivity was clear, yet Victor found no solace in the efficiency of his empire.Victor leaned back in his leather chair, with the second bottle of beer in his hand. He took a slow swig, letting the bitter taste linger on his tongue. But no matter how much he drank, the knot in his chest refused to loosen.It had been fiv
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR EMPIRE UNDER SIEGE
Victor’s brows furrowed. He had personally approved that shipment. “What about them?”“They’ve been skimming off the profits,” Roland said flatly. “Twenty percent of the revenue they made from deliveries was pocketed instead of being submitted instead of leaving the full amount intact until they submitted everything to the company.”For a moment, Victor didn’t react. It felt like the words hadn’t quite registered. But then, like a match striking a fuse, his anger exploded.“They what?” Victor hissed, his voice was low but trembling with rage.“Yes, boss,” Roland continued, his tone was cautious. “They’ve been doing this for weeks, but this time, it’s worse. Twenty percent of the profits are missing. I’ve got the proof.”Victor’s grip on the phone tightened as his earlier anger combined with this fresh betrayal. His face darkened, the veins on his neck becoming visible. His chest heaved as disbelief, horror, and fury surged through him all at once.The betrayal was almost too much to
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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
