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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A GIFT OF GRATITUDE
Four days later the bright city lights of Neovalle shimmered in the distance, but Marvin barely noticed. He stood in his private lounge, shirtless, staring at himself in the mirror. His abdomen was tightly wrapped with a medical strap, pressing against the wound that still burned with every movement.Slowly, he unwrapped it, hissing as the cool air touched the injury. His fingers traced the scar—a painful reminder of how close he had been to death.Four days ago, he had nearly died. If Helena hadn’t been there…His reflection stared back at him, tired but alive.Victor Vayne was now locked up behind bars, awaiting trial. The authorities had wasted no time. The moment Helena delivered him, the investigation moved swiftly. Victor’s past crimes, his financial scandals, and now an attempted assassination—it all ensured he would stay in prison for a long time.But Marvin wasn’t surprised that Victor had attacked him. What truly stunned him was that he had never anticipated it. He had
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR IDEAS IN THE AIR
Helena slowly unwrapped the gift, with her eyes narrowing in curiosity. The paper came off easily, revealing a small, fluffy Pembroke Welsh corgi puppy. Its brown and white fur was soft, and its ears stood upright, giving it an adorably alert look. She gasped, and her mouth opened in surprise."Is this…?!" she exclaimed, as her voice was full of excitement.The little corgi wiggled its tail as it looked up at her, and Helena crouched down, her hands trembled with joy as she scooped the puppy into her arms.She looked up at Marvin, her eyes were wide with disbelief and happiness. "How do you know I love corgis?" she asked, her voice was almost breathless.Marvin smirked and shrugged. "I made a little research about you, Helena."Her eyes softened, and a smile spread across her face. "Really?" she said, as her heart swelled with gratitude."Yep," Marvin replied, clearly enjoying the moment.Helena laughed, her synthetic blue eyes were gleaming with pure delight as she held the puppy c
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR PROMISES AND PERILS
A month had passed since Marvin came up with the idea of using his drones for political campaigns. In that short time, his company the Helios enterprise had worked tirelessly, producing thirty state-of-the-art drones designed specifically for campaign coverage.These drones were equipped with solar-powered systems, high-resolution cameras, real-time tracking features, and advanced AI technology. They could hover over campaign events, record speeches, track audience reactions, and even live-stream footage across social media.Marvin had spent weeks marketing his drones. He reached out to political candidates vying for the member of the house of representatives representing the Eastern Neovalle district explaining how these drones could give them an advantage over their rivals. He made sure his pricing was fair—charging candidates for hiring the drones instead of selling them outright, which meant he would continue making money throughout the campaign season.His plan worked. All fi
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR TERROR FROM THE SKY
Two days later, the world had seen it. The whole nation had watched in horror as the news spread like wildfire.Television channels, social media, and radio stations were flooded with reports of The Lunebrook Campaign Tragedy.Everywhere, people talked about the disaster. Videos of the explosions, the screaming crowd, and the burning wreckage of Marvin’s drones played on repeat.News anchors spoke in serious tones, their faces were grim as they narrated the horror that had unfolded."What was meant to be a peaceful political rally turned into a massacre," one reporter announced."Investigations are ongoing to determine why the drones malfunctioned and caused such devastation. Meanwhile, the death toll continues to rise, and hundreds remain injured."Marvin couldn’t bear to watch anymore.He turned off the TV in his office and leaned back in his chair, his mind in was in deep turmoil.This was not what he had planned. This was not what his drones were created for.Yet, the entire worl
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A FURIOUS ARRIVAL
Marvin’s eyes darkened as he turned back toward Randall, his jaw was tightening.“But what, Mr. Randall?” he asked, his voice was sharp and demanding.Randall swallowed hard but kept his composure.“Sir,” he began, choosing his words carefully, “we did copy the model that was given to us. However, I made sure that nothing related to war—no firearms, no weapons of mass destruction—was included in our drones.”Marvin’s gaze bore into him. “Then explain how they exploded,” he snapped.Randall took a deep breath. “We manufactured drones meant for surveillance and coverage. They were not programmed for combat or destruction. The system we built had no offensive capabilities. If they detonated, something else must have triggered it.”A heavy silence fell over the room. Marvin’s fingers drummed on the table, his mind was still racing. Before he could say anything else, another voice spoke up.“I agree with Randall,” said Samantha Lee, Helios Enterprise’s chief software engineer. She leaned
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE WOUNDED LION'S ROAR
Darius Crowe stormed forward, with his heavy footsteps echoing through the room. His face was red with fury, his breathing was sharp and heavy.Before anyone could react, he reached the table where Marvin and his key staff were seated and slammed his fists down with a loud thud. The force of the impact sent a tremor across the surface, rattling the glasses and documents on it."You dare sit here calmly while my name is being dragged through the mud?" Darius roared, his voice was filled with anger and frustration. His eyes burned as he glared at Marvin. "Do you have any idea what you’ve done? People died at my rally! My supporters, some of my team members—gone! And now the world thinks I am responsible for this chaos!"Marvin remained silent, his jaw was clenched as he stared at the furious politician.Darius took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but the grief in his voice was undeniable. "My career, my reputation, everything I have built—it’s all crumbling because of this d
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE UNFORGIVEN
Marvin Richmond stood at the entrance of Neovalle City Hospital, his face was unreadable as he surveyed the chaos before him. The air smelled of antiseptic and blood, mixing with the faint scent of sweat and fear. The emergency ward was crowded with injured men and women—Darius Crowe’s supporters—some lying still, others groaning in pain. The fluorescent lights above flickered slightly, casting an eerie glow over the wounded bodies.Doctors and nurses moved swiftly between the beds, their faces were tense as they fought to save lives. Machines beeped, IV drips hung from stands, and muffled cries of suffering filled the air. Some of the injured had been stabilized, but others were fighting for their last breaths. Marvin clenched his jaw. He had seen tragedy before, but this was different. These people believed he was the reason they were lying here, barely holding on.Accompanied by Oliver Grant, Samantha Lee, and a few members of Helios Enterprise, Marvin moved forward. Behind
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR ENEMIES IN THE CROWD
Marvin smiled faintly, though the weight of the past few hours still hung heavily on him. He pushed the cheque across the desk, his voice was steady."Well, Dr. Hayes, you have been so kind in your words of encouragement towards me at this time. I believe handing over this cheque is a more respectable way of saying thank you for your support during these trying times."Dr. Hayes, who had been looking down at the cheque as Marvin slid it across, raised an eyebrow in surprise. He glanced back up, his eyes widening slightly. He quickly scanned the amount written on the cheque, his gaze lingered on the numbers—three million dollars.A brief silence passed before Dr. Hayes spoke, clearly taken aback."I don’t see any reason for all this money, Mr. Richmond," he said, his voice was uncertain. "I don’t especially think there’s anything special in my words that would warrant a whopping three million dollars."Marvin's expression remained calm, but the corner of his lips twitched ever so sli
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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
