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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR FACING THE EYE OF THE STORM
The Synapticore energy buzzed wildly, and its light pulsed with an unpredictable rhythm. Rays of the sky-blue glow flickered outside the energy room, spilling through cracks in the walls and vents. It illuminated the dark corridors beyond, casting eerie, dancing shadows that stretched and twisted along the walls.Outside the energy room, chaos was brewing. Technicians scrambled to address the sudden surges in the facility’s systems. Warning lights flashed red, and alarms blared, signaling critical instability.The lead technician, a middle-aged man with a nervous air about him, noticed the strange blue light seeping out. His brow furrowed as he turned to Mr. Christopher Richmond, standing at few feets away from the energy room.“Mr. Christopher,” the technician called, his voice shaky, “what’s that sky-blue light coming from the energy room?”Christopher’s eyes narrowed slightly, but his face remained calm. He knew exactly what it was—the result of Marvin’s Synapticore power. But t
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR POWER BEYOND LIMITS
The air around Marvin crackled with energy, the violent storm of the Synapticore was roaring louder as the seconds ticked by. His chest rose and fell with labored breaths, sweat soaking his face as the temperature in the room climbed to unbearable levels. Yet, his eyes were fierce, fixed on the glowing core.“Tell me what to do,” he repeated, his voice was sharper now, his resolve solidifying.Luminar’s voice echoed in his mind, it was calm but tinged with urgency. “like I said before, to stabilize the grid, you must sync with its chaotic frequency. The energy is wild and erratic, but you can calm it by matching its rhythm. Focus, Marvin. Listen to the pulses, feel them, and let your mind flow with them.”Marvin closed his eyes, shutting out the flashing lights, the sparks, and the unbearable heat. His breathing steadied as he reached deep within himself, his consciousness stretching out to touch the volatile energy field. Slowly, he began to feel it—the erratic thrum of the core’s
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE REVELATION OF HELENA
The room grew silent for a moment, the only sound was Marvin's heavy breathing as his body gave out. His knees buckled completely, and he crumpled to the floor, his glowing veins had faded into dull lines as his consciousness slipped away.Just as the energy field began to spiral out of control again, a faint whirring sound filled the room. The female cyborg stepped forward, her movements were smooth yet deliberate. Her metallic limbs shimmered under the harsh glow of the unstable core, and her glowing eyes were locked onto the chaotic pulses of energy.She knelt beside Marvin, placing a cold hand on his shoulder. "Rest, Marvin," she said softly, her voice was calm and soothing. "You've done enough."Straightening her body, the cyborg turned her focus to the core. Her expression was unreadable, but her glowing eyes seemed to brighten as she extended her hands toward the storm of energy.Her internal systems were activated, sending a surge of telepathic waves toward the core. Her m
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR WHEN THE PAST WALKS IN
Two weeks had passed since the chaos at the energy core, but for Marvin, it felt like a lifetime.He sat in his office, slouched in the large, leather chair behind his polished oak desk. The expansive window behind him let in streams of sunlight, but the brightness felt out of place. Inside, Marvin felt dim and distant, like a part of him had been stripped away.On the surface, he looked composed. His suit was neatly pressed, the dark fabric hiding the faint glow of the blue veins still etched into his arms. The glow was faint now, but it was a constant reminder of the price he had paid in an effort to stabilise the energy grid.Marvin sighed, leaning back in his chair as he stared at the untouched documents on his desk. His mind wandered to his telepathic abilities—once sharp, vibrant, and second nature to him. Now, reaching that state felt like trying to grab smoke with his bare hands.He closed his eyes for a moment and focused. "Reach deeper." he told himself. His thoughts st
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR BOUND BY BLOOD BROKEN BY TRUST
Standing there, dressed impeccably as always, was his father—Mr. Richmond.“Hello, son,” Mr. Richmond greeted softly, his voice almost hesitant. “I am amazed by the structure you’ve put up here. It’s really… ecstatic.”Marvin’s eyes narrowed, and his jaw was clenched. The faint glow in his veins pulsed brighter as his anger surged. “What the hell are you doing here?” he snapped, his voice was dripping with disdain.“Marvin, please, calm down,” Mr Christopher urged, stepping forward slightly, his hands were raised in a calming gesture.Marvin ignored his uncle’s plea and glared at his father. “I don’t care about the trash you want to say to me,” he seethed, his voice was low but filled with venom. “Now get out before I do something you’ll regret for the rest of your life.”“Marvin, please…” Mr. Richmond began, his voice was heavy with desperation, but he faltered under his son’s piercing gaze.“Marvin,” Mr Christopher interjected, his tone was firm but compassionate, “everything you’re
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A DEAL WITH THE PILLER
Mr. Richmond’s mouth opened, but no words came out. He stared at Marvin, his face turned pale and his hands were trembling as though he were looking at a ghost. Finally, he managed to stammer, his voice shaking:“You... have... the Synapticore Force?”The glow of Marvin’s veins pulsed brighter, and the crackling energy around him surged again, filling the room with an overwhelming aura. He leaned forward, his glowing eyes boring into his father’s own as he spoke with a calm, controlled fury.“Yes, I have the Synapticore Force,” Marvin replied, his voice was cold, and each word cut like a blade.He paused for a moment, letting the weight of his words settle in the room. Then, he continued with a tone that was laced with bitterness.“If you were patient enough, if you had the love of a father to seek deeper, to confirm whether or not I had the Synapticore Force, maybe you and Richmond Tech would have been reaping the benefits by now. But instead, you threw me away like I was nothing.”
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR BITTER NEGOTIATIONS
Mr. Richmond shifted uneasily in his seat, his lips trembled as he finally found the courage to speak. His voice was soft, almost pleading, as he asked, “What do you want me to do, Marvin?”Marvin’s gaze didn’t waver as he leaned forward, his expression was calm but deadly serious. The glow of his veins was gone, but the intensity in his eyes remained. “If I decide to help you deal with Mr. Daniel Bowen,” Marvin began slowly, “then I will be entitled to thirty percent of what Richmond Tech generates annually for the next twenty years.”The room went silent. Mr. Richmond’s eyes widened in shock, and his mouth opened slightly as though the air had been knocked out of him. “But... but with all due respect, son, that is an outrageous offer. Come on, son, that offer is not fair.”Marvin’s eyebrows furrowed in disgust. “Not fair?” he asked, his voice rising slightly as he repeated the words, a sharp edge of bitterness lacing his tone.“Not fair?” He stood abruptly, glaring down at his fat
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR CHAINS BEHIND THE DEAL
The Nigerian Minister for Mines and Steel, along with an entourage of ten Nigerians, arrived at the headquarters of Bowen Corporation in Westwood. The group was well-dressed, with each member carrying themselves with the dignity of representing an entire nation. The journey had been long, but their mission was clear: to secure the release of Mr. Akintola Adeyemi, a man whose contributions to Nigeria’s economy were unparalleled. The president himself had approved the ransom, agreeing to Mr. Bowen’s demands for access to rare earth minerals.As they stepped into the grand lobby of Bowen Corporation, Daniel Bowen was already waiting to receive them. He wore a broad smile, exuding charm and confidence, as though this meeting was just another business deal. "Welcome to Bowen Corporation," he said warmly, extending his hand to the minister.The Nigerian minister, however, did not return the smile. His expression was stern, his reluctance to show any sign of friendliness was evident. Th
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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
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
