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VOICES OF THE POWER FAMILIES
Author: Victor Amos Regannez
last update2024-11-15 14:47:32

Three days after Marvin’s intense encounter with his uncle, Mr. Christopher Richmond, he began the grueling training to awaken the Ultra Mega Synapticore Force Grade 3 within him.

This force, dormant and enigmatic, would be the key to his rise in a world teetering on the edge of conflict.

While Marvin pushed his limits, far away in the heart of Westwood, a different storm was brewing.

The heads of the eight most powerful families in Westwood arrived one by one at the imposing Westwood Grand Dome.

This summit, known as WG-8, wasn’t an ordinary meeting. It was a chessboard of power, where the families who controlled vast portions of Westwood’s technology, energy, and wealth gathered to decide the fate of the newly discovered crystal: Astralyte.

The first to arrive was Elias Orion, stepping out of a sleek black vehicle that seemed to hum with an otherworldly energy.

The insignia on his forehead glowed faintly, the mark of his Cosmic Affinity. He could draw power from the stars themse
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  • THE BANQUET TRAP

    The night was too still. Too silent.Rowan Richmond felt the weight of that silence as he stood in the abandoned wing of the estate, his cloak brushing against dust and stone. Around him, shadows shifted — the shapes of men and women who had followed him into treachery. Their faces carried one thing in common: hatred.Hatred for Marvin. Hatred for Alicia. Hatred for a Richmond family that had dared to rise again without their rightful patriarchs Mr Richmond and Daniel Richmond when they should have crumbled. Hatred for Marvin who was responsible for the death of both patriarchs.Rowan’s jaw tightened as he spoke. His voice was low, sharp as a blade.“Tonight we cut the head from the snake. Marvin Richmond will not leave this estate alive. Nor will that witch Alicia who dares call herself leader. We end this now.”The conspirators muttered their approval, eyes glinting with malice. But the figure who stepped forward next silenced them all.Martha.Her beauty had faded into something h

  • THE PRIVATE STORM

    The chamber fell into a hush when Alicia stepped back from the window. For a moment, her eyes lingered on Marvin and Stella — husband, wife, and child in the glow of light. She knew the conversation that awaited them did not need her presence.She bowed her head lightly. “I will leave you to rest, Marvin. The people still need guidance outside, and I should begin answering them. My duty has already begun.”Marvin gave her a tired smile. “Thank you, Alicia. You have carried us quietly for years. Now you carry us openly. I trust you completely.”Her lips trembled faintly, though her expression remained composed. With one last glance at Stella and baby Lucian, Alicia excused herself. The heavy doors closed softly behind her, and the air in the chamber shifted.Now, it was only family.Stella rose slowly from her chair, swaying baby Lucian gently in her arms. His tiny fist gripped her necklace, his breaths were slow and steady against her chest. She hummed a quiet tune — a lullaby her mot

  • AFTER THE REFORMS

    The courtyard was still ringing with echoes when Marvin lowered his hand. His last words — passing the Richmond banner to Alicia — still hung in the air like thunder that refused to fade.For a heartbeat, no one moved. The nobles stared. The Richmond enforcers shifted uneasily. The common crowd outside whispered, torn between disbelief and awe.Marvin turned slowly. His bandaged arm lifted, pointing toward the woman who had stood quietly through all of it.“Alicia Richmond,” he said, his voice was steady. “The one who held this house together when the rest of us failed to do so. The one who managed disputes no one else could resolve. The one who guarded Richmond dignity even when it was spat on in the streets. While we fought wars, while we broke ourselves in power struggles, she was always working for this family — unseen, unthanked, unbroken. Today, I name her the true leader of Richmond.”The torches along the balcony flickered. All eyes turned toward Alicia.For a moment she did n

  • UNDER HER LIGHT

    “I do not fight for bloodshed. I fight for restoration. And today, I declare the reforms that will lift Richmond from the ashes of shame into the dawn of strength.”He stretched his bandaged hand toward the estate grounds.“The trade routes that were stolen from us—I have restored them. The supply lines for hardware and the fiber-optics pipelines that were diverted by rival tech firms—I have reclaimed them. The innovation hubs that withered in neglect under corrupt management—I have taken full responsibility to rebuild them. The IP, the patents, the prototypes that were hoarded by power families—I have ripped them from their hands and returned them to the hands of our engineers. No Richmond child born with dreams of circuits, code, or breakthrough will be shut out again. No Richmond worker will ever again be chained by debt, outsourcing, or by those superpowered rivals who thought Synapticore made them invincible. This is not my promise—it is my reality.”The cheers rose louder this t

  • THE MOST DOMINANT FIGURE

    The courtyard had fallen into an impossible silence.All eyes were fixed on Marvin Richmond, the once-forgotten heir who now stood above them like a man carved out of light and shadow. His bandaged arm rose higher, his gaze gleamed faintly with the pale-blue glow of Synapticore, and for the first time in generations the Richmond estate trembled not from fear of its enemies, but from the weight of its own history.Marvin’s voice broke the silence, deep and steady, carrying like a blade through the air.“Once,” he began, “you called me useless. A burden. An heir unworthy of his blood. You said I was nothing compared to the great powers of Westwood. You whispered that my name would vanish into dust.”He paused, chewing the gum lazily, his lips curling into a smile sharp enough to wound.“But today,” he thundered, his words echoing across the courtyard, “I stand before you as the one who has humbled them all! The hegemons that ruled over Westwood—dismantled. The so-called superpowers tha

  • BLOOD OR LIGHT

    The convoy rolled deeper into the estate courtyard. The air was thick with chants and curses, a storm of voices that crashed against the mansion’s towering walls. Synapticore beams still carved glowing patterns across the sky, their pale-blue light painting everything in an unearthly glow.The first car stopped before the marble steps of the main hall. Doors clicked open, but no one moved. The crowd outside hushed for a heartbeat, the silence was filled only by the low hum of engines and the hiss of banners whipping in the wind.Then the door of the central car opened.Marvin Richmond stepped out.He moved slowly, deliberately, one hand pressed against the polished car roof. His arm was still bound with white bandages, a reminder of wounds that had not fully healed. A stick of gum rolled lazily between his lips. Dark sunglasses hid his eyes, reflecting back the sea of people staring at him.The honor guards snapped their rifles to their shoulders, blue light flaring harmlessly from t

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