2025-02-09 22:08:59
Previous Chapter
Related Chapters
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
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR DARIUS CROWE'S COUNTER ATTACK
Dr. Hayes remained silent for a long moment, with his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest of his chair. His gaze drifted back to the cheque resting on the desk. The offer was overwhelming, and Marvin’s request carried a weight that could not be ignored.He inhaled deeply, his thoughts were racing. The situation in Lunebrook had indeed been chaotic, and if Marvin’s suspicions were true, then something much bigger was at play. But was Dr Hayes willing to involve himself in this? Was he ready to take on the risks that came with standing by Marvin Richmond?Dr. Hayes looked up, his sharp eyes met Marvin’s steady gaze. “Mr. Richmond,” he began, his voice was firm but calm, “I will not lie—your words have given me something to think about. If what you suspect is true, then this is bigger than both of us.”He leaned forward slightly, placing his hands on the desk. “But let me make something clear—I don’t need your money to help you. If you had simply asked, I would have agreed.”A
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR NEGOTIATIONS FOR SURVIVAL
Three days later, Marvin sat in the back of his sleek black car, his eyes were staring out of the window, deep in thought. The past few days had been a whirlwind of fear and uncertainty. The new policies—laws that had been passed after the Lunebrook tragedy—had shaken him to his core. His company, his life's work, was at risk. He had to act. That’s why he was here now, being driven by his butler toward the government house, hoping that a face-to-face meeting with the governor might bring a solution.The government house was a large, imposing building, with high stone walls and guards at every entrance. As they arrived, Marvin stepped out of the car, adjusting his jacket, and followed the butler up the grand steps. The guards, well-trained and watchful, quickly checked Marvin's identity and allowed him to enter.Inside, the atmosphere was formal but calm. Marvin passed through multiple security checks—each step more cautious than the last—until he finally arrived at the governor’s
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A HANDOUT DISGUISED AS PROTECTION
The governor leaned back in his chair, his voice was softer now but it carried the weight of authority."Marvin, I understand your frustration. Believe me, I do. You’ve built Helios Enterprise from the ground up, and I respect that. But you need to see this from another perspective."He paused, his expression was calm but firm. "The people of Lunebrook are angry, Marvin. The tragedy shook the entire county, but not just that, it shook the entire Neovalle state as well. Families were destroyed, friends were lost, and the people... they want justice. They want answers."Marvin clenched his fists subtly, but he kept his composure. He had expected resistance, but not this level of hostility toward his company.The governor continued, his voice was steady but with a touch of sympathy. "Right now, Neovalle is in turmoil. The citizens believe Helios Enterprise is responsible for what happened. Whether or not that’s true, their pain is real. Their anger is real. And as their leader, I had to
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR LUNEBROOK'S SECRET
The evening air was cool, carrying the faint scent of chlorine and freshly cut grass. The sound of water rippling in the pool was the only disturbance in an otherwise peaceful setting. Mr. Landon emerged from the pool, water glistening on his toned body. He ran a hand through his wet hair and exhaled deeply, relishing the coolness against his skin.A few feet away, Darius Crowe stood near the outdoor bar, pouring himself a drink. He watched as Mr. Landon stepped onto the tiled floor, with droplets of water falling from his body.Without hesitation, Darius turned to one of the servants standing nearby. His tone was calm but firm.“Bring me Mr. Landon’s robe.”The servant bowed slightly before hurrying inside. Moments later, he returned with a dark silk robe neatly folded in his hands. Darius took it with care, then stepped forward.Bowing slightly, he extended the robe toward Mr. Landon.Mr. Landon took the robe without a word. He draped it over his shoulders, his expression was unre
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A TOAST TO DECEPTION
Mr. Landon smiled, a slow and knowing smile. “I may not follow the news consistently, but I have ears everywhere.”Darius Crowe let out a low, nervous chuckle, but his eyes betrayed his shock. “Well, I must say, Mr. Landon, I’m quite impressed by the efficiency of your spies.”In truth, he was deeply surprised—and slightly disappointed. He had taken great care to keep his involvement in the Lunebrook tragedy a secret. No traces, no loose ends. Yet, somehow, Mr. Landon already knew.For a brief moment, Crowe considered how much information Mr. Landon truly had. Had someone betrayed him? Or was Landon just that powerful?Before he could fully gather his thoughts, Mr. Landon’s voice cut through his hesitation.“I believe I asked you a question.”Crowe blinked, his mind was still slightly unsettled. “I… I didn’t catch that, sir.”Mr. Landon sighed, his tone carried a hint of impatience. “I asked if these policies were passed after you planned the disaster in Lunebrook.”Darius Crowe swal
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR UNSEEN FORCES
Inside a spacious, high-tech workshop within Helios enterprise, Marvin Richmond sat hunched over a sleek worktable, his sharp eyes were locked onto a holographic screen. The room around him was quiet, save for the soft hum of machines and the occasional beep from the devices he worked with.Blueprints of an advanced drone flickered on the screen in front of him. The images showed intricate mechanical designs, delicate energy circuits, and the outer casing of the drone, all made to look like a work of art. Marvin’s hands, covered in thin, black gloves, moved swiftly over the worktable, adjusting tiny components with the precision of someone who had spent years perfecting his craft.This was no ordinary drone. It was a stealth reconnaissance model, designed to infiltrate high-risk areas without being detected. Unlike the usual drones used for surveillance, this one had a special feature that no one could replicate: a cloaking mechanism that bent light around it, making it invisible
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR WHO RIGGED THE DRONE?
“Yes… yes, Luminar, it’s been a long time,” Marvin said in his subconscious, his voice was calm but firm. “However, cut the pleasantries. I have something for you.”A soft chuckle echoed through his mind. “And what exactly could that be, Mr. Marvin?” Luminar’s voice was smooth, almost amused.Marvin leaned forward slightly, his glowing blue eyes were locked onto the paused holographic footage. “I need you to analyze this drone’s point-of-view footage,” he said. “Something doesn’t add up. This drone was tested thoroughly before deployment. It passed every safety check just after production. So tell me, why did it explode while covering Darius Crowe’s campaign in Lunebrook?”Luminar went quiet, his presence in Marvin’s mind started fading slightly. Marvin could feel the AI scanning the video feed, breaking it down into data that only an advanced intelligence like Luminar could process. The silence stretched on, with the only sound in the workshop being the soft hum of Marvin’s lapt
Latest Chapter
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
