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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE BINDING CONTRACT
Jessica’s hands trembled as she stared at the contract. Her mind raced for a way out, but every option seemed impossible. Slowly, she lifted her gaze to Marvin, whose icy stare bore into her.“Please, Marvin,” she said, with voice that cracked under the weight of desperation. “Be considerate. Handing over the four companies my family owns here in Neovalle would ruin my life and everything my family worked so hard to build here. I’ll return your credit card. I’ll even link you with the Tarejo Investment Group. But please… don’t take the companies. And the ten billion… that’s far too much! Can’t you reduce it?”Marvin’s expression didn’t soften. Instead, his eyes narrowed, and he leaned back in his chair, twirling the small device in his hand. “Oh, you want me to be considerate, huh?” he said coldly. “Tell me, Jessica, were you considerate when you ordered the attack that killed my mother?”Jessica’s mouth opened, but no words came out. Her shoulders sagged under the weight of his accu
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR SHOTS IN THE SHADOWS
Marvin’s eyes narrowed as he studied Jessica. Something about her sudden shift in demeanor didn’t sit right with him. Her sharp demand—“What is the location of this place!”—echoed in his mind. Her tone had grown louder, more insistent.He flinched, his concentration was broken. He had been trying to access luminar his synaptic echo. But her outburst disrupted his focus, leaving him momentarily unsettled.Jessica’s glare pierced through him. “Give me the location of this place,” she repeated firmly. Then she added, with a hint of venom, “Or are you no longer interested in your diamond royale credit card?”Marvin let out a heavy sigh, his composure returning. He knew he had the upper hand, but something about her behavior made him cautious. Still, he decided to cooperate—for now.“Fine,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “We’re in the old greystone bungalow just off the east highway.”Jessica’s lips tightened, but she nodded. Picking up the phone again, she quickly dialed Laura’s num
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE CONTRACT'S FATE
Jessica’s eyes stayed locked on the metallic device lying on the floor, and her heart began pounding with determination. She crouched low, carefully crawling across the shattered glass and debris, her movements were slow and deliberate to avoid drawing attention. Bullets continued to rip through the walls, but Jessica focused solely on her goal.Reaching the device, she quickly grabbed it, her fingers trembled slightly as she examined its switches and buttons. Her sharp mind, trained for situations like this, worked swiftly. She pressed a sequence of buttons, and suddenly, her ghostly legs began to solidify. In mere moments, her body fully regained its physical form. Jessica let out a quiet breath of relief, feeling the ground firmly beneath her feet once more.Before anyone else in the room could react, the front door burst open with a loud crash. Ahmed, the lead gunman, stormed in with his men, their weapons were drawn and ready. Their sharp eyes scanned the room until they lan
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE AWAKENING OF CONTROL
Marvin heard the faint hum of Luminar in his head, steady and calm, as though unaffected by the chaos around him.“It is possible,” the voice of his synaptic echo replied. “You could perform a telekinetic maneuver to disarm the gunmen or use telepathy to cloud their minds and turn them against Jessica. However…” Luminar paused before continuing, “…you haven’t mastered enough meditation to give you the focus required for such a feat.”Marvin clenched his fists, as anger boiled inside him. “I could try,” he muttered in his mind.“Even if you attempt it Mr Marvin, there is just a fifteen percent chance you will be able to pull it off,” Luminar stated bluntly.Jessica’s voice suddenly pierced through his concentration. “Oh, Marvin, Marvin, my very good ex-partner,” she said, her tone was mocking and venomous. “Did you ever think you could outsmart a woman like me, who has known you for years?”She paused, letting her words sink in. Marvin glared at her, and his face was contorted with ma
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR CHECKMATE: TELEPATHY AWAKENED
The gunmen tightened their grips on the rifles, struggling to pull the triggers, but it was useless.The triggers felt impossibly stiff, as though jammed by some invisible force. One of them growled in frustration, shaking his gun in disbelief.“What the hell is wrong with this thing?” one of the men hissed, his voice trembled with confusion.“I-I can’t pull it!” another stammered, sweat was breaking out on his forehead as he strained with all his might.Jessica’s voice cracked through the tension like a whip. “What is wrong with you idiots? Pull the damn triggers!”The gunmen exchanged panicked glances, their fingers still pressing desperately on the immovable triggers.Then, as if on cue, a strange sensation crept into their heads. It was a dull, pressing weight that grew heavier with every passing second.One of them groaned, clutching his temples. “Ugh…what’s happening to me?” he mumbled, staggering slightly.“Something’s…wrong…inside my head…” another whispered, his voice was sha
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A LOST CHANCE
Three days later, Marvin drove a small, beat-up scooter through the busy streets of Neovalle. The city buzzed with life, and its towering skyscrapers gleamed under the bright sun. His scooter weaved through traffic like a shadow, almost invisible among the larger vehicles. On his back was a box marked “Delivery,” and on his chest which had the logo and colours of the Zypher conglomerate, he wore a plastic tag that read, “Delivery Personnel.”Marvin wore simple clothing—a plain white shirt and dark pants—but he had chosen a cologne that left a trail of rich, sophisticated scent as he passed. For good measure, he had added a fake mustache, thick and neatly combed, disguising his face. It was hard to connect the calm, commanding man from three nights ago with this quiet delivery driver.The scooter slowed as Marvin approached the heart of Neovalle’s business district. His eyes widened slightly as he looked up at the towering structure ahead of him: the headquarters of the Zyphers. T
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE DEFIANT ENCOUNTER
Marvin followed the intern’s directions as he walked down the long hallway that stretched ahead of him, it was a hallway that felt like a path to power.The walls around him were covered with pictures of the Zyphers' products. These were items that represented the future: luxury electronics, medicine, energy solutions, and high-tech gadgets for everyday life.Each image shouted success, which a reminder of just how much the Zyphers’ influence had spread across Neovalle.When Marvin turned the corner, the logistics wing came into sight. It looked like a busy marketplace, with workers in uniforms moving heavy crates and packages onto automated conveyor belts.The machines made humming noises as they quickly sorted and scanned everything. Forklifts zoomed across the floor, carrying pallets of goods, while supervisors shouted orders into their earpieces. The speed and efficiency were overwhelming, yet Marvin walked confidently into it.He took a moment to observe the scene, his eyes were
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE TABLES TURN
The chubby boss sneered at Marvin, his voice was dripping with venom. "You know what? You're fired! Get the hell out before I rain down on you!"Marvin, unfazed, smirked. "Well, how I wish your fat ass was as quick as your mouth. Come make me get out."Gasps erupted among the workers, their disbelief echoing through the logistics wing. The boss, his face contorted with rage, tore his belt from his waist and lunged at Marvin, raising it high. But before the belt could strike, Marvin grabbed the boss’s wrist with a firm grip. With a swift motion, Marvin delivered a solid headbutt, causing the boss to stumble back, clutching his forehead in pain.The workers froze, their shock was mirrored in wide-eyed stares. Marvin moved to press the advantage, but before he could, a group of security staff intervened, grabbing him by the arms. "Come on, man, it’s okay. Time to go," one of them said, trying to defuse the tension.Marvin didn’t resist. Instead, he relaxed, his calm demeanor was unsha
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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
JUST A STEPPING STONE?
Dana Orion laughed again—louder this time, with wicked joy.“The great Marvin Richmond!” she shouted, spreading her arms wide as she slowly walked around him like a vulture circling a dying animal. “The young genius! The CEO of Helios Enterprise! The young man with the rare ultra mega Synapticore gift!”She leaned close and whispered into his ear.“Look at you now…”She pulled back and raised the Solstium Grip higher.“Chained like a dog. Sweating like a pig. Screaming like a coward!”Dana threw her head back and laughed again, cruel and sharp. Her laughter echoed through the empty garage like broken glass.“You built companies. You led tech enthusiasts. You inspired a generation. But now…” she leaned closer again, with her smile like poison, “you’re just spare parts.”Behind her, Helena stood frozen.Her eyes were fixed on Marvin—his body was trembling, his skin was pale, sweat was dripping down his face, his muscles were twitching from the pain.She said nothing.But her fingers tre
OF BLOOD POWER AND LIES
The world around Marvin was dark and quiet.It was no longer the golden, peaceful lounge of La Vie En Rose. No music. No warmth. Only the low hum of silence and the smell of rust and oil.Dim lights flickered from old, hanging bulbs. The walls were made of bare concrete, and the floor was stained with grease. Broken car parts, metal tools, and oil drums were scattered everywhere. It looked like an old, abandoned car garage. Cold. Lonely. Empty of life.The only sound was the soft drip of water from a leaking pipe in the corner.Marvin’s head felt heavy. His eyes were half-closed. His whole body was weak—like he had been running for days with no food, no rest. Sweat rolled down his forehead, sticking his hair to his face. His mouth was dry. His tongue felt thick.Slowly, he began to wake up more. He tried to move.That’s when he realized…He couldn’t.His arms were spread apart, each one was chained tightly to the sides of a steel pole. His legs too were stretched and chained to the
