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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A DECLARATION OF DEFEAT
Victor’s lips trembled as he stammered, “What… what are you even talking about?”Marvin leaned back in his chair, taking a moment to adjust the cuffs of his sleeve before fixing Victor with a piercing gaze. “I will tell you what I’m talking about,” he said, with a tone that was calm but laced with menace. He paused, savoring the tension in the room. “You declared war on me, hoping to destroy my franchise, all in the name of revenge. Not too long ago. Remember?”Victor’s jaw clenched, his mind was racing. He did remember. The memory of that declaration burned bright in his mind—it was a moment of triumph, or so he had thought. But now, as Marvin stared him down with unnerving confidence, that victory felt like a distant dream.Marvin smirked. “Well, let me boldly declare something to you.” His voice dropped slightly, each word was sharp and deliberate. “You have lost.”The words struck Victor like a physical blow, his anger started bubbling to the surface. His eyes burned with hatred
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR SCAMMED AND CORNERED
Marvin’s piercing gaze remained fixed on Victor as he spoke into the phone, his tone was calm yet unnervingly smug.“Where are the drivers and the monetary profits gotten from the Voltforge Dynocell batteries there at the retail market?” Marvin asked, the question cut through the tension in the room like a blade.Luiz Tarejo’s voice came through clearly on the other end of the line. “They’re at my stronghold.”Victor’s ears perked up at the response. Stronghold. That sounds like that’s where Luiz and his cartel operated.Marvin’s eyes flickered with understanding as he leaned back in his chair. His smirk grew even wider. “You’ve done well, Mr. Tarejo,” he said, his voice was smooth and calculated. “Make sure everything is finalized as planned. I’ll be expecting the report and a possible spending spree by tomorrow.”Victor’s fists clenched at his sides, his nails started digging painfully into his palms. His blood boiled as the realization sank in. These bastards were talking about hi
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR BURN OR SURRENDER
Victor Vayne’s fingers tightened around the grip of the gun, his knuckles started turning white as he aimed it directly at Marvin’s head. His face was red with rage, his chest was rising and falling with rapid, furious breaths. His eyes burned with a wild intensity, and his entire body trembled with barely contained fury. He had never felt this level of anger before—not just anger, but the raw, unfiltered eagerness to pull the trigger and blow Marvin’s head off. Marvin’s smug expression faltered for a brief second. He hadn’t expected Victor to react this quickly. But as soon as that moment passed, he regained his composure, leaning back casually in his chair as if the gun pointed at him was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. “Wow,” Marvin said, tilting his head slightly. His voice was dripping with mockery. “What is that? A gun?” Victor’s grip on the weapon tightened, and his whole body started trembling with rage. “Give me back my money, or I swear I’ll blow your fucking
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR CHECKMATE: GAME OVER MR VAYNE
Victor Vayne stood frozen, his mind started racing for a solution—but nothing came. His brain, which had always been sharp in times of crisis, was blank. It was as if his entire world had collapsed in an instant. His grip on the gun remained firm, but for the first time, his fingers felt numb. His eyes, still locked on Marvin, burned with hatred, yet deep inside, fear was creeping in like a slow poison.Meanwhile, his assistants had lost all composure.One by one, they bolted for the door, shoving past each other in blind panic."Run! He’s planted a bomb!" one of them screamed."Get out of the building now!" another shouted as they disappeared down the hallway.The sound of their footsteps echoed like thunder as they stormed through Voltforge’s corridors, their terror started spreading like wildfire.Outside the office, chaos erupted. Staff on the evening shift, who had just been going about their usual business, were suddenly thrown into a state of confusion.“What’s happening?” so
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE COUNCILS RECKONING 1
The black luxury sedan pulled up smoothly into the underground parking lot of the Neovalle Business Regulation Council building. The sound of the tires rolling over the concrete echoed softly in the vast, dimly lit space.Inside the car, Marvin Richmond sat with one leg crossed over the other, his face was calm and unreadable. His private butler who was dressed in a neatly pressed suit, stepped out first and opened the back door.“We have arrived, sir,” the butler said with a slight bow.Marvin didn’t respond immediately. He adjusted his cuffs, straightened his jacket, then stepped out of the vehicle. The cool air of the parking lot greeted him, but he paid it no mind.Waiting nearby was a council escort—an official dressed in a sharp grey suit with a security badge clipped to his chest. He gave Marvin a brief nod before gesturing towards the elevator.“This way, sir.”Without a word, Marvin followed.The elevator doors slid open, and the three men stepped inside. As the elevator a
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE COUNCILS RECKONING 2
Mr. Hirsch took a slow, measured breath, his fingers were tapping lightly against his desk. Then, he leaned forward, with his voice dropping into a warning tone.“Mr. Marvin, I hope you have not forgotten where you are standing right now? This is—”“Fuck the place I’m standing, Mr. Hirsch,” Marvin cut in, his tone was as sharp as a blade. His cold, piercing gaze never wavered. “You know…” He paused, letting the silence stretch before continuing, “You know, if this association isn’t as autonomous as it claims to be, only God knows how many businessmen have fallen victim to the top players—men who think they’re untouchable.”Mr. Hirsch’s jaw tightened, his polite mask began to crack. He exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head.“Marvin,” he said, with a firm voice, “if you’re here to rant, I suggest you stop. This is my office, and I won’t tolerate any reckless tone. If you keep this up, I’ll have security throw you out.”Marvin smirked, his fingers started tightening on th
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE WHITE FERN GLOW
Mr. Hirsch clenched his jaw, trying to regain his composure, but his mind was already spiraling.How did Marvin know?He was certain he had kept that vault’s secret well-guarded. Only a handful of people even knew it existed. Yet here Marvin was, standing before him, as if he had been watching every move Mr. Hirsch made.His hand slowly moved to the edge of his desk, gripping it tightly as if anchoring himself in reality.His fingers turned white with pressure. The color drained from his face, and his eyes darted between Marvin and the empty air, trying to make sense of the situation.Marvin’s smirk only grew wider. The silence between them thickened. It wasn’t just the vault that was in danger—it was everything Mr. Hirsch had worked for.For the first time in a long while, Mr. Hirsch felt truly vulnerable.His breathing was shallow, and his heartbeat was pounding in his chest. How could this happen? How could anyone—let alone Marvin—have discovered something this classified?Finall
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR SIXTY MILLION REASONS TO OBEY
Marvin’s smirk deepened. He took a step closer, his voice calm and steady.“I have the phone number of the Neovalle Commissioner of Police,” he said, watching Mr. Hirsch’s reaction closely. “And trust me, once I make the call, within a few minutes, a thorough investigation could begin in your wife’s mega store.”He let his words hang in the air, letting the weight of them sink in.Mr. Hirsch’s breath hitched. A deep shiver ran down his spine.Marvin continued, his tone almost casual. “You know what that means, don’t you?” He tilted his head slightly. “That’s life in prison. Your wife’s store will be seized, and you might be paying a fine worth sixty million dollars.”The room fell into silence.Mr. Hirsch’s fingers trembled against the chair’s armrest. His body tensed, his heart was pounding violently against his ribs. Sixty million? Life in prison? His mind screamed.He opened his mouth, but no words came out. A sharp breath escaped him, shaky and uneven.Then, his hands clenched
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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
