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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A CHANCE ENCOUNTER 1
Marvin and his assistant, Kenney had visited the Neovalle college of technology and they sat in the office of Dr. Gideon Barnes, an experienced engineering professor of the university. The room smelled of old books and faint machine oil, with blueprints and mechanical tools scattered across the desk. The walls were lined with framed certificates, awards, and sketches of complex machines.Dr. Barnes, a tall man with graying hair, leaned forward, looking at Marvin with deep interest. "So, you want to build a machine that can extract solar energy efficiently?" he asked, his voice was steady but curious.Marvin nodded. "Yes, professor. I’ve already developed some prototypes, but I need better tools and a more refined design to move forward."Dr. Barnes smiled knowingly. "I see you’re ambitious, Marvin. That's good. Now, if you're serious about this, you’ll need to focus on a few key areas. First, you’ll need high-efficiency solar cells—something beyond what’s available in regular market
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A CHANCE ENCOUNTER 2
Kelly took a deep breath and began to explain, her voice was still shaky. "I’ve been working on this project for months. It’s for the practical exams organized by the school. “I need to pass this. It’s the only way I’ll get the scholarship.” She paused, her fingers were lightly touching the wind-powered generator in her lap. "But every time I show it to my supervisor, he rejects it. He says it’s not good enough for the exam, and I need this scholarship more than anything."Marvin listened carefully, his curiosity started growing. "May I ask why you really need this scholarship?" he asked gently.Kelly looked down at the floor, with her voice becoming even softer. "It’s the only way I can continue my education. Without it, I’ll have to drop out of school, and I’m so close to finishing my school because I am about to enter my final year."Marvin thought for a moment. "I see. Your parents can’t afford to keep paying for your education?"Kelly shook her head, with tears forming again. "N
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE ARROGANT LANDLORD
The landlord, Mr. Charles Loucke, arrived at the orphanage, flanked by two muscular men. His face was red with anger as he marched to the front door. He banged on the entrance hard, making the door shake. "Craig! Mr. Craig! Come out before I break down this door!" he yelled, his voice was echoing through the yard.He banged again, even louder. Just then, Mrs. Martha Craig, Kelly’s guardian, opened the door. She looked up at Mr. Charles with innocent eyes, trying her best to stay calm."Good afternoon, Mr. Charles Loucke," she greeted him quietly."Why were you all taking so long to answer me, huh?" Mr. Charles bellowed, glaring at her."I’m sorry, Mr. Charles. We didn’t mean to delay, we were—""Shut your mouth!" Mr. Charles cut her off angrily. "I don’t have time to hear your excuses."He stepped closer, towering over her. "Now, where is your husband?""He’s not here right now," Martha replied. "He went to work."Mr. Charles narrowed his eyes. "So, I suppose he left my money with yo
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A DEBT TOO HEAVY
Just then, Mr. Craig arrived at the orphanage on his old scooter. As he rode up to the house, he noticed Mr. Charles Loucke standing in front of the entrance, glaring at Martha and Marvin. Quickly, he parked his scooter, removed his helmet, and switched off the engine. Without a moment's hesitation, he rushed over to Mr. Charles, breathing heavily from his hurry. "Good afternoon, Mr. Loucke," he said, his voice was tired but respectful. "I apologize for keeping you waiting. Here—" Mr. Craig reached into his bag and pulled out a bundle of cash. "I just got my salary, and this is half of it. Five thousand dollars. Please, bear with us a little longer. I promise we’ll pay you everything we owe." Mr. Charles’s face twisted with disdain as he looked at Mr. Craig, as if he were something unpleasant he had stepped in. Martha’s face tightened with worry, and she grabbed her husband's arm. "Craig," she whispered urgently, her eyes were full of concern. "If you give him half of you
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A FRACTURED FAITH
As Mr. Craig entered the room, he saw his wife, Martha, sitting on the edge of the bed, her shoulders were shaking as she cried. He felt a pang in his chest and moved quietly to her side, placing a gentle hand on her back.“Martha,” he whispered with a soft voice. “Why are you crying?”She looked up at him, her eyes had already turned red and it was filled with pain. She sniffled and wiped her face, trying to steady her voice. But the words tumbled out, heavy with frustration.“Why do you let people treat you this way?” she began, with her voice breaking. “Ever since we decided to take care of these orphaned children, our lives have been so hard. The money from your job and even the small amount of money we get from the government isn’t enough to take care of them.”Mr. Craig sighed and tried to calm her. “Come on, Martha. That’s no reason to cry. This is a mission—a good work we’re doing. We’re doing it because we have kind hearts. Yes, there are challenges, but that’s just part of
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR LOCKED DOORS AND HEAVY HEARTS
The next two days passed with Marvin spending long hours in the orphanage library, working alongside Kelly on her wind-powered generator. He taught her new techniques and explained some key principles of physics that would make her project more efficient. They adjusted the angle of the blades, improved the wiring, and made changes that allowed the generator to capture even a small breeze more effectively. With each improvement, Kelly’s confidence grew.Kelly was focused, watching every step Marvin took and noting down his explanations. She asked questions whenever she didn’t understand something, and Marvin patiently explained everything until it made sense to her.On the second afternoon, as they were deep in their work, Mr. Craig, walked in quietly, not wanting to disturb them. He watched them for a moment with a gentle smile, admiring the dedication both of them were showing."Hmmm, you’ve begun your project work, huh?" Mr. Craig said softly.Kelly looked up, smiling. "No, Dad,
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE LOCK AND THE NOOSE
The gurgling sounds from behind Mr. Craig's door grew louder and more frightening. Marvin, Kelly, and Mason stood frozen for a moment, as fear spread across their faces."We need to do something! How do we open this door?" Marvin said, as his voice was tense.Kelly’s face was pale, her hands started shaking as she held onto her crutches. She looked around, confused and panicked. "I… I don’t know," she stammered. "The spare key to the room is with Momma, and Mr. Craig usually has the master key to all the rooms."The air was thick with worry, and each passing second felt like an eternity. Finally, Mason spoke up. "I could run to Momma’s shop and tell her we need the spare key."Kelly looked at him, with hope flickering in her eyes. "Yes, Mason! Go to Momma’s shop, now! Hurry!" She urged him, her voice was shaking.Without another word, Mason turned and dashed out of the house, running as fast as he could toward the sewing shop.As the sound of Mason’s footsteps faded, Kelly’s worry g
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A BREATH AWAY
His body was limp, and his face was ashen, eyes half-lidded and unfocused. His hands twitched faintly, his fingers scraping weakly against the air as he struggled to draw in a shallow, rasping breath."No!" Kelly screamed, dropping her crutches and stumbling forward, reaching desperately toward her father. "Papa! Papa, please!"Marvin grabbed her arm, his own heart was pounding wildly, trying to keep her back. "Kelly, wait—he’s still breathing! We can save him!"Kelly’s gaze snapped to him and her eyes were brimming with tears, hope was warring with terror on her face. Together, they lunged forward. Marvin climbed onto a nearby chair, his hands were shaking as he struggled to reach the knot around Mr. Craig’s neck. Kelly, gasping through her sobs, steadied the chair for him, gripping it as tightly as her trembling hands would allow.“Hurry, Marvin!” she cried, her voice was breaking. “Please—hurry!”The knot was tight and stubborn, digging cruelly into Mr. Craig’s neck. Marvin’s fi
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NO WAY OUT
Darius Crowe’s heart pounded so hard it felt like it was trying to break out of his chest. His hands were clammy, his shirt was sticking to his back, and beads of sweat ran down his temples. Despite the air conditioner inside the car, the air inside the car felt thick, suffocating, as if he were trapped in a coffin.The convoy slowed to a halt in front of Neovalle City Hospital, its towering glass structure reflecting the gray skies above. Darius’s stomach twisted. His fingers dug into his thighs as his driver turned to him.“We’re here, sir.”Darius swallowed, his throat was dry like sandpaper. His grip on his phone tightened until his knuckles turned white. He didn’t move at first. It felt like the moment he stepped out of the car, his fate would be sealed. He inhaled deeply, but his lungs felt constricted, refusing to take in enough air.Then, with a slow exhale, he pushed the door open.The heavy scent of antiseptic and fresh rain filled his nostrils as he stepped onto the pa
ONE CHANCE TO CONFESS
His grip on the phone tightened.Then—Ding.A message appeared.The reply was short."It’s simple. We want you to speak the truth."Ding.A new message appeared on the screen.Darius’s pulse roared in his ears as he read the words."It’s simple. While the president’s visit to the hospital is being broadcasted, speak the truth about what really happened in Lunebrook."Lunebrook.Darius’s breath hitched.His fingers tightened around the phone, his knuckles started turning white. His mind spun in circles. Lunebrook? What truth?His jaw clenched as he typed quickly."What are you talking about?"Ding.The reply was instant."Don’t act coy, Mr. Crowe. We both know you’re not stupid. Once the broadcast is over, if you haven’t confessed, your daughter is as good as dead."Darius’s stomach twisted into a tight knot.His head pounded, his heartbeat was growing louder and faster.Confess?That request or better still that condition was a very dangerous thing to do Infront of the national TVH
SHATTERED CONTROL
Darius Crowe’s Heart Stopped.His breath caught in his throat, his fingers tightened around the phone. His eyes burned into the words on the screen, each letter cutting into his mind like a blade."We have your daughter. Cooperate with us, or the next time you see her in flesh, she will already be dead."For a second, the world around him blurred. The soft hum of the car engine faded, the city lights outside the window lost their meaning. All he could hear was the pounding of his heart, which was heavy and erratic, like a war drum inside his chest.Vanessa.His eldest daughter.Darius's grip on the phone was so tight that his knuckles turned white. His thumb hovered over the keyboard. His breathing was shallow, ragged. His mind screamed for action, but his body felt frozen.He wanted to type something. No—he needed to type something."Where is she?"His fingers moved fast, but just before he hit send, he hesitated. For a split second, rage burned in his chest, and he almost added a
TORN BETWEEN DUTY AND DESPERATION
Darius Crowe took a deep breath, steadying himself.He had no time to waste. The police were now involved, but that didn’t change the fact that he had to show up at Neovalle City Hospital as the Prime Minister had requested. Refusing was not an option—not when the government was already watching him closely.His daughter was out there, taken by unknown enemies. Ethan Voss, the only man who knew the full extent of his secrets, was now dead. Everything was happening too fast. Too perfectly timed. Someone was pulling the strings in the dark, and he didn’t know who.That made him furious.Pushing his emotions aside, Darius turned and called on the chief servant of his household."Frankie!""Frankie!"Within seconds, the heavy oak door swung open, and a well-dressed man stepped in.Frankie.His chief servant. The man who had been in his service for years—loyal, precise, and efficient.Frankie bowed slightly. “Sir?”Darius’s voice was sharp and commanding. “Inform the enforcers and the dr
TIGHTENING THE NOOSE
Darius Crowe stood frozen, his mind was a battlefield of chaos.His daughter had been kidnapped. The only man who knew the true extent of his schemes was lying dead in a dumpster. And now, the Prime Minister himself expected him to make a public appearance in two hours.It was too much. Too sudden. Too perfectly timed.Darius sucked in a slow breath, forcing himself to think. His political instincts screamed at him—this was no coincidence. Someone was pulling strings behind the scenes, tightening a noose around his neck.But who?His eyes flicked to the shattered whiskey glass on the floor, the dark amber liquid seeping into the marble tiles.His hand clenched.There was no question about it. His daughter’s abduction took priority. He had spent his entire life building an empire, gaining influence, silencing enemies—but none of it mattered if his own blood had been taken from him.He had to act. Immediately.And yet…Darius exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. This wasn’t just any
TICKING CLOCK RISING FURY
He took a step forward, his voice was quieter this time, but it was heavy with urgency.“Where… where is my daughter?”The room fell into silence.The only sound was the pained breathing of the bleeding man.Darius’s heart pounded.Then, with what little strength he had left, the injured enforcer lifted his bloodied hand and pointed a shaking finger at Darius.His cracked lips parted, and he gasped out three words.“They took her.”Darius Crowe felt his world tilt. His breath caught in his throat, and for the first time in years, he felt true, unshakable fear. His grip on the whiskey glass faltered, and before he could stop it—CRASH!The crystal glass slipped from his fingers, shattering against the cold marble floor. Whiskey spilled across the tiles, with dark amber liquid spreading in jagged patterns, but Darius didn’t care.His entire focus was on the bloodied man before him.His chest rose and fell with deep, heavy breaths. His fingers curled into fists at his sides, nails digg
BLOOD ON THE MARBLE FLOOR
In the grand living room of the Crowe mansion, Mr. Darius Crowe sat stiffly on a plush leather couch, with a crystal glass of whiskey in his hand. His sharp gaze was fixed on the large television screen before him, where a live broadcast of a political rally was playing.It was Dave Cromwell’s campaign rally.The crowd was massive—thousands of people stood shoulder to shoulder, waving banners and chanting his name. The sheer energy in the air made Darius's jaw tighten. His grip on the whiskey glass grew firmer.He had expected a strong turnout, but this? This was something else. The people of Eastern Neovalle were fired up. Too fired up.As the camera zoomed in on Dave Cromwell, the man in question lifted a microphone, with his face stretching into a confident smirk.“My fellow citizens of Eastern Neovalle,” Cromwell’s voice boomed through the speakers, “this election isn’t just about promises. It’s about fate! Destiny! And most importantly—divine will!”The crowd erupted into chee
TRIUMPH AND TERROR
Vanessa’s heart thudded softly in her chest as she reached for the envelope. Her slender fingers hesitated for just a moment before she picked it up, with the crisp white paper cool against her skin.She glanced up at Mr. Xavier, but his expression gave nothing away.With a quiet breath, she slid her finger under the flap and carefully opened the envelope.Inside was a single sheet of fine paper, folded neatly.She unfolded it and began to read.Her eyes moved across the words slowly at first, then faster, her eyebrows lifting slightly as she absorbed what was written.The letter was from the principal himself.Dear Miss Crowe,It is with great pride that we inform you that you not only excelled in your final year examinations but also achieved an outstanding score in the entrance exam for the most prestigious college in Neovalle…Her breath caught.Mr. Xavier, watching her closely, spoke gently, his voice was warm with pride.“You aced your final year highschool exams with grace and
A LETTER FROM THE PRINCIPAL
The next day… At Brightstone Academy, one of the most prestigious high schools in Neovalle, the air was thick with tension.The seniors were writing their final exams.The large examination hall was silent, except for the soft scratching of pens and the occasional rustling of papers. The faint hum of the ceiling fans did little to ease the thick anticipation that hung over the students like a storm cloud.The clock on the wall showed 11:55 AM.Only five minutes remained.Students shifted in their seats, some of them started glancing anxiously at the clock, while others scribbled furiously, trying to finish their answers. A few had already leaned back, confident, their arms were crossed as they waited for the time to run out.Their faces were relaxed, as though the weight of the exam was nothing but a gentle breeze to them.“Time’s almost up,” the invigilator, Mr. Xavier, announced. His voice was calm but firm, cutting through the silence like a blade.The tension grew thicker.Pens
