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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A SHADOW IN THE LOUNGE
Luiz Tarejo hesitated, his palms were clammy as he gestured nervously toward the far end of the lavish hall. “The VIP lounge is through that door, Marvin… I mean, Mr. Woods. Please, this way.” His voice trembled slightly, betraying his unease.Marvin, alias Isaiah Woods, followed Luiz with steady, deliberate steps. His dark coat swayed with his movements, and the hat on his head added an air of mystery that made heads turn as they walked past the curious onlookers. Luiz led the way, occasionally glancing back at Marvin, his nervous energy was palpable.As they entered the lounge, the atmosphere shifted. The room was filled with elegantly dressed individuals seated around a grand table. Plates of exquisite dishes and sparkling glasses of wine were already in front of them, and lively chatter filled the air. The guests seemed relaxed, laughing and sharing stories, but their voices hushed when Luiz stepped in with Marvin behind him.All eyes turned to Marvin. His presence was command
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A LESSON IN POISE
The steward walked away gracefully, his polished shoes made soft clicks against the tiled floor. Marvin resumed eating his meal, his movements were calm and measured as though he was unbothered by the subtle tension lingering in the room. The fork in his hand glided effortlessly over the tender steak, and he chewed in silence, ignoring the whispers and curious glances still directed his way.Victor Vayne, however, wasn’t one to let things slide so easily. He leaned forward, his sharp eyes narrowing at Marvin. “So, Mr. Woods,” he began, his tone was casual but carrying an edge. “I’ve been meaning to ask you a few things.”Marvin didn’t respond immediately, his attention was focused on cutting another piece of his food. Victor’s lips twitched with irritation, but he pressed on.Victor Vayne leaned in, his sharp eyes were gleaming with curiosity and a hint of mischief. “First question,” he said, his tone was deliberate. “If you were offered two investments—one that promises quick retu
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR PANIC AT THE TABLE
Victor Vayne froze, still staring at the stiff, coiled snake on his plate. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his forced smile twitched. His mind raced, but he refused to lose face in front of his guests, no matter how strange or horrifying the situation seemed.The guests were equally stunned. Some sat back in their chairs, their faces pale and filled with uncertainty. A few whispered nervously to one another, glancing between Victor and the snake. Others shifted in their seats, as if preparing to leave the table at the slightest provocation.Marvin, however, remained completely calm. He wiped his mouth with a napkin, his expression was as composed as ever. It was as if the chaos unfolding before him was no more concerning than the meal he had just finished. His demeanor stood in sharp contrast to the tension gripping the room.Victor, desperate to restore control, raised a hand and cleared his throat loudly, forcing the murmurs to quiet. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he began,
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE ENIGMATIC ISAIAH WOODS
Isaiah Woods stood tall, holding the lifeless snake by its neck, his expression was calm and composed. The guests, frozen in stunned silence, stared at him as though they had seen a miracle. Whispers rippled through the room, and voices were filled with awe and disbelief.“It’s Isaiah Woods!” someone gasped.“He picked up the snake with his bare hands!” another added, with voices that were tinged with admiration.The crowd, moments ago engulfed in chaos, now felt a strange wave of relief washing over them. The fear that had gripped the room was beginning to dissipate, replaced by amazement. Yet, curiosity lingered in their minds. How had the snake, which had been so aggressive just seconds before, gone completely limp?“How did he kill it so fast?” one guest muttered, glancing at the lifeless reptile dangling from Isaiah’s firm grip.“It doesn’t matter how,” another guest replied, shaking their head. “The snake is dead, and we’re safe now.”Unbeknownst to them, Marvin—known to the
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE HOLLOW THRONE
Victor Vayne watched as the last of his guests were escorted out of his grand mansion. His stewards and enforcers moved with practiced efficiency, guiding the partygoers to their cars and waiting chauffeurs. Polite farewells filled the cool night air, but Victor barely noticed. His mind was consumed by the disastrous events of the evening.He walked slowly down the dimly lit hallway, the echo of his footsteps were the only sound. His mansion, normally a symbol of his wealth and power, now felt like a hollow shell. The lavish decorations, the expensive wine, the grandeur of the evening—it all seemed pointless.The humiliation burned deep. His birthday party, the night meant to celebrate him, had become a spectacle. And all because of that man.Isaiah Woods.The name grated on his nerves. Who was he? How had he managed to upstage him in front of everyone? The mere thought made Victor’s stomach churn. The admiration, the applause, the attention—it had all been stolen by Isaiah. And
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE CONVULSING SLUT
Victor Vayne's sharp eyes caught subtle details in the woman's demeanor. Her smile, though alluring, carried a cryptic edge, as if she knew a secret he didn’t. A slight tremor in her hand betrayed a hint of nervousness, and the faintest smack of her lips added an air of mystery.But none of it mattered. Not tonight.The humiliation of the evening burned deep within him, and here she was—a distraction, a balm for his wounded pride. The desire simmering in his chest pushed every rational thought aside.Victor stepped closer, his towering figure casting a shadow over her as the firelight flickered. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek before tilting her chin up. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, it was as though the rest of the world had faded."You came here for me," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "And tonight, you’ll do exactly as I say."The woman didn’t reply, but her lips parted slightly, her breath hitching as his gaze darkened. Victor leaned in, c
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A SILENT WITNESS
Victor Vayne’s breath came in shallow gasps as the cold dread seeped further into his chest. His eyes darted from the convulsing woman to the pale foam trailing down her chin. This wasn’t normal—this wasn’t right. His fingers hovered over her shoulder, unsure whether to touch her again or pull back in fear.“Damn it!” Victor cursed under his breath. His calm, composed demeanor was slipping away. The confident man who had just celebrated his birthday party was now crumbling under the weight of an unexplainable horror.Her trembling began to subside, but not in a way that brought comfort. The violent spasms slowed to weak jerks before stopping altogether. For a brief moment, her chest rose with a faint, shallow gasp. Victor’s heart lifted—but then she went still.“Hey! Don’t do this!” Victor’s voice cracked, filled with a desperation he hadn’t felt in years. He placed his hand on her chest, searching for any sign of life, but her body was limp. “No, no, no!”His hands shook as he r
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR LANDON'S HINT
One Week Later Victor Vayne sat at the head of the long, polished mahogany table in the Voltforge company boardroom. The walls were lined with abstract art, it was a subtle reminder of the company’s innovation and success in the energy sector. Around him sat twelve of the company’s top executives and board members, each holding a sleek tablet loaded with charts, projections, and financial reports.The air buzzed with the seriousness of the moment, but Victor remained composed, his sharp blue suit radiated authority.“We need to act now if Voltforge is to stay ahead of our competitors,” Victor began, his voice was calm but firm. His piercing eyes swept across the room. “Energex has been making aggressive moves in renewable energy development. Their partnerships with government agencies are a direct threat to our market dominance. We can’t let them overshadow us.”Mr. Clark, a stout man with a gruff voice, leaned forward. He adjusted his glasses and spoke. “I agree with you, Mr. Vayne
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THE SPOTLIGHT
Marvin’s presence sent a ripple through the crowd. All eyes were on him. Cameras flashed non-stop, and reporters scrambled to get their shot, eager for an audience with him. His security detail, always prepared, quickly stepped forward, ensuring the space remained clear and safe.As Marvin strode down the red carpet, the energy in the air grew even more intense. Reporters and journalists surged forward, eager to get a word from him."Mr. Richmond! Over here!" The female reporter called out, holding her microphone high as she tried to push past the security detail.Another journalist, a man in a navy-blue suit, raised his voice, “Marvin! Just a few questions, please! How does it feel to be a top nominee for Tech Man of the Year?”The protocol officers and Marvin’s personal security moved swiftly, forming a protective barrier around him."Back up, please! Give him space!" one of the security officers ordered, his voice was firm.But the reporters were relentless. Cameras flashed wildl
EYES ON MARVIN
Two weeks later, the grand occasion had finally arrived—the Apex Tech Gala. The atmosphere at Neovalle’s Grand Hall was electric, the air was filled with excitement and anticipation. The hall itself as usual stood as a beacon of modernity and luxury, a towering structure with shimmering glass walls that reflected the city’s skyline, which sparkled under the evening sky.Outside, the red carpet stretched long, flanked by photographers and reporters eager to capture the high-profile guests. Limos and sleek black cars arrived one after another, carrying dignitaries and influential figures from across the tech world. The Governor, a well-known figure in Neovalle’s political scene, stepped out of his vehicle first, with his presence commanding attention. The Prime Minister followed closely behind, his face was calm but authoritative as he waved to the cheering crowd. Uncle Christopher, dressed in his finest attire, exchanged a few words with the Governor before making his way inside.
NO GOING BACK
Marvin’s body trembled. His mind was still drowning in pain, but the Prime Minister’s voice—those strange, ancient words—kept flowing, steady as a river.“”Marvin’s breath came in short, ragged gasps. His muscles burned, his fingers twitched, and his vision blurred. The force inside him—his own Synapticore energy—was spiraling out of control, thrashing like a beast trapped in a cage.His knees buckled again, but he refused to fall. He clenched his jaw, forcing his body to stay upright, forcing himself to fight back.A deep growl rumbled from his throat. Then, through the haze of agony, his lips curled into a twisted smirk.“Enough… talking,” he spat. His shimmering blue eyes pulsed, and the air around him distorted. A powerful, unseen wave shot toward the Prime Minister—it was a hypnotic force meant to override his mind and bend his will.The Prime Minister would let him go. He would step back. He would stop interfering.That was the command.Marvin watched, breathless, as his pow
DARK HYPNOSIS: A STRUGGLE AGAINST THE ABYSS
Pa Christopher’s breathing grew ragged. His fingers trembled, the cold barrel of the gun was pressing lightly against the side of his head. His eyes, wide and terrified, flickered between awareness and an eerie blankness. Sweat dripped down his forehead, his body was caught in the violent tug-of-war between his will and the hypnotic force suffocating his mind.Marvin’s shimmering blue eyes burned brighter, glowing with unnatural intensity. His voice remained soft, soothing—yet it carried an overwhelming weight.“You’ve worked so hard, Uncle,” Marvin whispered, the words sliding deeper into Pa Christopher’s consciousness like venom. “And what did they give you in return?”A tear slipped down Pa Christopher’s cheek. His hands trembled harder, the gun shaking as he tried to resist. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to die.“N-no…” His voice was barely a whimper. His lips quivered as he struggled to pull the gun away. But his body… his body wouldn’t listen.The dark pull of Marvin’
CONTROL AND RESISTANCE
Marvin’s shimmering sky-blue eyes were locked onto the rabbit. The glow pulsed, like waves of energy flowing through his pupils.His voice dropped lower, softer—like a whisper carried by the wind. But there was something in it. Something unnatural.A rhythm.A pull.The rabbit trembled, its tiny body started shivering as Marvin’s words slithered into its mind.“So weak…”The rabbit’s twitching nose slowed.“So scared…”Its breathing grew uneven.“You run… You hide… but in the end, what are you?”Marvin’s voice shifted. It was no longer just words.It was something deeper.A sound. A melody.It wasn’t human.It was rabbit language.Clicks. Murmurs. Soft, vibrating tones.It slipped between the rabbit’s thoughts like a shadow in the dark.“Your life is suffering. You are nothing but prey. You live to run, to fear, to be eaten.”The rabbit’s ears twitched. Its small, black eyes glazed over.Marvin smiled.He could feel it.The rabbit’s mind was slipping.The resistance was breaking.“The
A WHISPER OF DARKNESS
Marvin kept his focus locked on the rabbit. His breathing slowed, and his senses sharpened.The tiny creature twitched, its nose began moving rapidly as if it sensed something unusual. Then, with a sudden jerk, it tilted its head from side to side, letting out a soft, barely audible squeak.Marvin didn’t flinch.Instead, he pushed deeper, allowing his consciousness to stretch toward the rabbit. It felt like an invisible thread tightening, like something unseen was pulling him closer.Then, a strange sensation washed over him.His cognitive sphere—the core of his mental abilities—seemed to reach out like a vast, unseen hand. It wasn’t just touching the rabbit’s mind. It was trying to grasp it, catch it, hold it still.Marvin felt resistance.The rabbit’s thoughts were erratic, scattered—like a whirlwind of fragmented instincts. Hunger. Fear. Curiosity. The raw emotions of a simple creature flooded into Marvin’s consciousness, but they were too chaotic to understand.His eyes burned
A MIND OPENED
The Prime Minister’s expression didn’t change. Not at first.But Marvin felt the shift—an invisible weight settling into the room.For thirty long seconds, the older man simply looked at him, his sharp gaze was unreadable.Marvin held his breath. His grip on the Prime Minister’s arm remained firm, but inside, doubt crept in.Then, at last, the Prime Minister spoke.“You want to know why I stopped you from killing my wife at the AETC headquarters?” His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge beneath it. “I will tell you.”He slowly pulled his arm away from Marvin’s grasp and leaned back in his chair, with his eyes still locked on him.“When you entered my wife’s office at AETC, you weren’t careful enough to check your surroundings,” he said. “You should have noticed the surveillance cameras. But you didn’t.”Marvin frowned.The cameras?The Prime Minister let the words settle before continuing.“If you had carried out that assassination… you would have been caught on video.
A DANGEROUS GRIP ON THE TRUTH
Mrs Evelyn's submarine sat silently beneath the ocean surface, its steel walls trapping the former occupants inside like a coffin waiting to sink.Inside, dim red emergency lights flickered weakly, casting long shadows over the terrified hostages. They had been tied up, left to sit in the damp, metallic cold. Their muffled cries echoed within the narrow passageways, unheard by the world above.They had once controlled this vessel. Now, it was their grave.The team of elite operatives affiliated to Marvin and the prime minister had infiltrated the submarine under the cover of darkness. Two hours later, from a secure location, upon the order of the Prime Minister, Marvin gave the final command.A single button press.Beneath the water, the countdown began. The explosives ticked away silently, hidden in the belly of the submarine.Inside, the hostages barely had time to react.A deafening BOOM ripped through the vessel. Fire and metal tore apart in an instant. The shockwave sent a bru
THE SUDDEN SHIFT
Marvin’s fingers trembled for just a moment as he held the penknife, with the blade glinting under the office lights. He felt the rush, the adrenaline coursing through him, pushing him to strike. He could almost feel the blade sinking into Mrs. Evelyn’s neck. Her vulnerability was so clear, so obvious. The moment was perfect. She would never see it coming.But then, a strange hesitation gripped him. It wasn’t fear. No, Marvin wasn’t afraid of her or the consequences. It was something else. Something… unsettling. The cold edge of the blade felt heavier than before, its weight pressing against his thoughts.His eyes shifted slightly to his phone, tucked safely in his pocket. He had an order from the Prime Minister himself. Kill her, the words had been clear. But the hesitation gnawed at him, as if there was more at play than just executing a simple mission.With a quiet sigh, Marvin let the blade slip back into his pocket. He had a duty to complete, but perhaps a quick check woul
