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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE VICTOR'S STAGE
The governor stepped down from the podium, but he looked anything but satisfied since things didn't go the way he thought. He shook hands with a few of the guests seated in the front row before taking his seat again. The room was still alive with applause, and the sound echoed across the grand dome.The moderator, returned to the stage. He adjusted the microphone and waited for the applause to settle. The room gradually quieted, though a soft hum of excitement lingered."Ladies and gentlemen," the moderator began, his voice was calm and clear, "what an extraordinary night this has been. We have witnessed history in the making, and the future of Project Helios is now in capable hands. Thank you all for your participation and support. This concludes tonight’s auction."A few more claps sounded, though most of the guests were now murmuring amongst themselves. Some turned to leave, while others stayed in their seats, still processing what had just happened.The buzz in the dome grew lou
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR WHERE IS JESSICA?
The event was over, and the grand dome began to empty as the guests filtered out, their excited conversations continued buzzing over the historic auction. The once-crowded hall was now growing sparse, with only a few people lingering in small groups.Jessica’s assistants, who had been seated near her earlier, looked around nervously. Their boss was nowhere to be found, and none of them had seen her leave the room.“Where’s Ms. Zypher?” one of the bodyguards asked sharply, his tone was filled with concern as his eyes scanned the area.“We have no idea where she went to,” one of the assistants replied, her voice was shaking slightly.“It’s true,” Laura, another assistant, chimed in. “One minute, she was beside us. The next minute, she was gone.”The lead bodyguard’s face darkened with worry, and he immediately signaled the rest of his team. “Spread out. Search the area. She couldn’t have gone far.”The assistants exchanged uneasy glances as tension filled the air. Laura spoke nervousl
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE GHOST REVELATION
And there, in the dim light of the now-empty dome, stood a figure cloaked in shadows. Its outline was barely visible, but the voice—smooth, mocking, and chillingly familiar—made her blood run cold."Who’s there?" Jessica demanded, her voice was trembling as she struggled to push herself to her feet.The figure stepped forward slightly, just enough for her to see the faint glint of cruel eyes and a twisted smile."You’ve come so far, haven’t you?" the voice continued, dripping with mockery. "But it seems, my dear, even you couldn’t grasp what you so desired."Jessica’s fists clenched as fear mixed with fury. “Show yourself!” she shouted.The figure let out a low chuckle, the sound echoed in the vast emptiness.“Oh, don’t worry,” it said. “You will see my face.”Jessica froze, dread washing over her like ice.The figure stepped out of the shadows, and Jessica’s breath caught in her throat.To her shock, it was Marvin—and standing beside him was his uncle, Mr Christopher.Both of them we
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR TERMS OF THE DEAL
The lights in the dome flickered, then went out completely, plunging everything into darkness. Jessica’s heart pounded as she stood frozen, unsure of what would happen next. The silence was broken by the sound of approaching footsteps. She couldn’t see anything, but she could feel Marvin drawing closer.Suddenly, the eerie glow of his glasses lit up the dark, the Synapticore energy within them was humming softly. The light cut through the shadows, and his voice followed—it was a sharp, mocking tone that sent chills down her spine.“Well,” Marvin began, drawing out the word as though savoring it. “Me making out with you on Neovalle Day at the hotel wasn’t because I liked you.”Jessica’s ghostly form flickered faintly as her emotions swirled. Her chest tightened, she looked like she wanted to eat Marvin raw.Marvin let out a cruel laugh, which was harsh and unkind. “For goodness’ sake, Jessica,” he sneered. “Why would I ever be attracted to someone like you? A vile, wicked, greedy cre
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE PRICE OF BALANCE
Marvin’s grin widened, his polished glasses caught the faint glow of the overhead lights as Jessica’s angry words hung in the air. He adjusted them slowly, his movements were deliberate. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm, yet underlined with an unsettling menace.“It’s against corporate ethics to discuss business while standing,” he said smoothly, with the faintest smirk on his lips. “We should move somewhere more comfortable, where we can sit and talk freely.”Jessica’s glowing green eyes narrowed in suspicion. Though Marvin’s tone was casual, she couldn’t ignore the darkness threading through his words. It sent an icy shiver through her ghostly form.“And where exactly would that be?” Jessica asked sharply, her voice cut through the tense silence.Marvin turned on his heel without answering directly, his glasses flashed as he moved. “Follow us,” he said simply, with a tone that left no room for negotiation.Standing in the shadows beside Marvin was Uncle Christopher, who ha
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE PROPOSAL 1
While Mr Christopher drove, the landscape grew darker and more isolated. Tall trees loomed on either side of the road, their branches clawed at the moonlit sky. Jessica’s unease deepened with every passing moment, her mind kept racing as she tried to guess where they were going.After nearly an hour of silent driving, the car slowed as they approached a small, solitary bungalow nestled among the trees. The house was modest but sturdy, with pale gray walls and a slanted roof. A single light above the front door illuminated the gravel driveway where they parked. The night air was cold as Marvin and Mr. Christopher stepped out of the car. Jessica followed hesitantly, her flickering upper body casted faint, eerie shadows on the ground.Mr. Christopher led the way to the front door, which creaked open to reveal a cozy interior. The living room was warm and dimly lit, with wooden floors and walls lined with bookshelves. A soft amber glow came from a hanging light fixture. As they enter
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE PROPOSAL 2
Marvin unfolded the sheet of paper slowly, and his sharp gaze never left Jessica. The faint rustling of the paper echoed in the room.“First,” he began, his voice was cold and deliberate, “I want you to return my Diamond Royale credit card. Second, I demand ultimate control over the four companies you own in Neovalle. Third, I need a direct link to the Tarejo Investment Group. And lastly,” he paused for dramatic effect, leaning forward, “I want compensation of ten billion dollars for all the trouble you’ve caused me over the past few weeks.”Jessica’s ghostly form flickered as she gasped, her glowing eyes widened in disbelief. “You are not serious! That is an outrageous request!” she snapped, her voice came trembling with frustration. “I will never be able to meet such demands!”Marvin smirked, unbothered by her outburst. Slowly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the small, metallic device. It glinted in the warm light as he held it up for her to see.“This device,” he said, w
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
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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
