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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THROUGH BLOOD AND WILL
The room grew eerily silent as Mr. Zypher's form flickered and faded into invisibility, leaving Marvin seemingly alone. A faint chill ran through the air, the only trace of Mr Zypher's spectral presence. The tension was suffocating, and Marvin’s calm exterior began to falter ever so slightly.Suddenly, the faintest sound broke the silence—a sharp, piercing noise that Marvin instantly recognized. It was the sound of a blade slicing through the air, it was deadly and precise.Marvin’s instincts screamed at him. His heart pounded as he focused inward, calling upon the energy he had suppressed—his synapticore force. A low hum began to resonate in his head, growing louder as the energy within him stirred. Slowly, everything around him sharpened and became clearer. Shadows deepened, movements in the air became visible, and he could feel every vibration, every shift in the atmosphere.Meanwhile, Mr. Zypher, who was invisible and holding the dagger tightly in his hand, smiled to himself.
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE COLLAPSE OF A TITAN
Mr. Zypher lunged forward, with his invisible form cutting through the air with deadly precision. The dagger was aimed straight at Marvin’s chest. He was eager, too eager, to end it all in one strike.But just as he drove forward, something snapped inside him.A sudden, crushing pain exploded in Mr. Zypher’s head. It was as though his brain had been overloaded, weighed down by something he couldn’t describe or even begin to understand. He staggered, his movements were faltering. His grip on the dagger loosened, and it clattered to the floor.“No… what is this…?” Mr. Zypher gasped, clutching his head with both hands. The pain swelled, it was unbearable and consuming. It was a force unlike anything he had ever encountered. His mind, trained to resist manipulation, now felt fractured and violated.Then came the scream.It was primal, raw, and full of agony. Mr. Zypher fell to his knees, his scream reverberating through the room as blood began to drip from his nose, staining his once-p
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR WHEN FEAR REIGNS
Mr. Zypher’s cries continued, echoing through the room like the wails of a broken man. His hands clutched his head tightly as the pain tore through him. His breaths were ragged, and his body trembled uncontrollably. Through the agony, he managed to muffle out, “Please… Marvin… don’t kill me. I don’t want to die.”Marvin stood still, his glowing sky-blue eyes were fixed on the writhing man before him. His presence was cold and unshaken, like a predator looming over its weakened prey.“Ohhhh, Mr. Zypher,” Marvin said at last, his voice buzzing with an unnatural energy, which was almost electric. His front hair near his temples had turned stark white, as though the immense power of the synapticore force he channeled had begun to change him physically.“You really thought you would outsmart me… didn’t you?” Marvin’s tone was slow and measured, but it carried a sharp edge of danger.Mr Zypher’s body twitched as he tried to speak. “Stop… please… I’ll do whatever you want… I don’t want to
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR COMMANDING THE PRESENT, SECURING THE FUTURE
Five days later, Marvin’s office was set. The sunlight poured in through the tall glass windows, casting sharp rays across the minimalist yet imposing space. Everything was in its place: the polished desk, the leather chair, and the faint hum of technology in the background. Marvin sat at his desk, calm and prepared, as if the events of the previous days hadn’t happened. But beneath his calm exterior, his mind was sharp and focused, ready for the day’s events.He reached for the sleek telephone on his desk and pressed a button. His deep, steady voice echoed in the empty room as he spoke. “Get Zack Boston, the sales manager, to come to my office immediately.”The call was brief. Marvin didn’t need to repeat himself.Within six minutes, there was a knock on the door. Marvin’s gaze flicked toward it. “Come in,” he said firmly, with a tone that left no room for hesitation.The door opened slowly, and Zack Boston entered. He was a thin, wiry man in his mid-40s, dressed in a perfectly i
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR SHATTERED EXPECTATIONS
Inside Jessica's chambers at the sprawling Zypher mansion, the air was heavy with silence, broken only by the faint hum of medical equipment. Mr. Zypher sat slumped in a wheelchair, his head was propped up by a supportive brace. His once-proud and commanding presence was now reduced to a frail, sulking figure. Bandages were wrapped around his temple, and a thin tube ran to an oxygen tank to help him breathe. The injuries Marvin Richmond had inflicted left him physically battered and emotionally crushed.Jessica stood by the large window, gazing out at the rain-soaked gardens. She didn’t dare meet her father’s eyes. Her hands trembled slightly as she fiddled with her phone, the weight of her father’s disappointment kept pressing on her like a stone.From the wheelchair, Mr. Zypher let out a hoarse groan, his voice was dripping with bitterness. "Eight hundred million dollars," he muttered, shaking his head weakly. "Eight hundred million dollars in cash! That’s what Marvin demands t
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THIRTY MINUTES TO DECISION
Jessica hesitated, glancing at her father, who was watching her intently from his wheelchair. "We’re fine," she replied reluctantly, her voice was low and strained.“Wow, good to hear that,” Marvin said, his voice was unnervingly smooth. "It’s been five days now, and I haven’t heard a word about whether or not you and your father are interested in buying back your company for the agreed price. Eight hundred million dollars in cash. Jessica.”Jessica felt her heart pounding in her chest. She didn’t respond, hoping he’d continue without needing an answer.“I’m tired of waiting any longer,” Marvin continued, with a tone that darkened slightly. "So here’s what’s going to happen. You and your father have thirty minutes to come to the Zypher company headquarters so we can discuss business and the way forward. Otherwise, there will be… consequences."Jessica’s stomach tightened. "What do you mean by consequences?" she asked quickly, with a trembling voice.“I could decide against selling bac
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR POWER AND HELPLESSNESS
The storm outside raged as two house servants rushed into Jessica's room. His frail body sat slumped in a wheelchair, hooked up to machines, the steady beep of the heart monitor filled the room. His breathing was shallow, and his pale skin looked ghostly under the dim lights.“Jessica, what are you doing?” Mr. Zypher asked weakly, with a breaking voice. He watched his daughter as she leaned over him and began adjusting the oxygen tubes attached to his wheelchair so they could get him dressed. “Please, don’t do this. I can’t… I can’t take this.”“We have no choice, Dad,” Jessica replied firmly, though her hands were trembling. “Marvin’s not joking. If we don’t show up, he’ll take everything.”Two servants stepped forward, one checking the straps on the wheelchair and the other securing the portable oxygen tank. Mr. Zypher’s eyes filled with tears as Jessica bent over to place a blanket over his legs. “Please,” he whimpered, his voice cracking. “Take it easy. I’m not strong enough for
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR AGAINST THE CLOCK
Jessica glanced at her watch again, leaving her heart pounding. "We only have two minutes left!" she bellowed, as her voice trembled with panic. Without wasting another second, she helped to bring out her father from the vehicle, sat him on the wheelchair, grabbed the wheelchair handles and began pushing her father toward the building entrance, her heels splashed through the puddles."Quickly, help me!" she shouted at the assistants who rushed to her side, shielding Mr. Zypher with umbrellas as the rain poured down relentlessly.The glass doors to the headquarters slid open with a hiss, and they hurried inside. Jessica’s hair clung to her face, and her clothes were soaked, but there was no time to fix anything. "We’re taking the elevator!" she commanded, her voice was sharp with urgency.They rolled Mr. Zypher toward the elevator, with the squeaking sound of the wheelchair’s wet wheels echoing through the marble-floored lobby. The assistants stayed close, with one of them clutching
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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
