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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
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR SECRETS UNVEILED
Victor Vayne swallowed hard, his mind started racing. The calm exterior he worked so hard to maintain cracked just slightly as he asked, “What exactly are you talking about, Mr. Landon?”Landon smirked knowingly and leaned closer, his breath was warm against Victor’s ear. “Since you insist on playing innocent, I’ll remind you,” he said, his voice was low but deliberate. He leaned in closer towards Victor Vayne's ear. “I know about the woman who passed out in your room on the night of your birthday… about a week ago.”Victor’s heart thudded in his chest as his face turned pale. The words hit him like a lightning bolt. His secret, the incident he thought was buried deep, was now out in the open.Victor’s body stiffened as he stammered, “H-how did you—”Landon straightened up, and straightened the top of his grey hair. His demeanor was calm yet commanding. “Nothing about you is hidden from me, Mr. Vayne,” he said, his tone was cold and confident. “I made you. I am a pillar of this co
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COUNTING THE COST
Victor tightened his grip on Lucien's collar, and his face twisted with fury. “Now, does it look like the batteries blew up within twenty-four hours?” His voice was loud and sharp, echoing through the blackened warehouse.Lucien’s eyes darted nervously, sweat started dripping down his temple as he stammered, “I...I don’t know, boss! Please, I...I did my research, and I made my calculations before I gave the warning. The batteries were supposed to blow up after twenty-four hours.”Victor’s eyes narrowed, burning with anger. He released Lucien with a shove, taking a step back but not taking his eyes off him. “Twenty-four hours, Lucien? Twenty-four damn hours!” His tone dripped with sarcasm and frustration. “Then tell me why we’re standing here in a room containing destroyed batteries just hours after you said it was safe?”“I am as confused and surprised as you are, Mr. Vayne!” Lucien pleaded, his voice trembling. “I swear, scientifically speaking, those batteries were supposed to blow
DESPERATION IGNITED
Victor shot up from his chair, his voice was trembling with urgency. “What the hell was that?”“I don’t know, boss,” Luiz replied, his calm exterior cracked as concern flickered in his eyes. “Maybe we should go take a look ourselves.”Victor nodded quickly, his heart was pounding in his chest. “Let’s go, now!”Luiz, Victor, and Lucien rushed out of the office, following the chaotic sounds of shouting and hurried footsteps. The air was thick with tension as they made their way through the building’s halls, the acrid scent of smoke grew stronger with every step.As they turned a corner, the sight that greeted them made Victor’s blood run cold. A group of staff members were frantically working to quell a raging fire in one of the large storage areas. Thick, black smoke curled up toward the ceiling, and the glow of flames cast eerie shadows across the room.“God…no…” Victor’s voice cracked as he took in the scene. His hands clenched into fists, his nails started digging into his palms.
FORTY MEN AND A DEADLINE
Victor’s gaze fixed on Luiz, his eyes were a mixture of hope and desperation. “What solution? Tell me, Luiz! What can you do to help?” His voice cracked, the weight of his panic spilled into his words.Luiz leaned back slightly, exuding calm in contrast to Victor’s chaotic energy. “Mr. Vayne, amigo, I can get you up to forty men to help deliver the batteries to the retail market,” he said with quiet confidence.Victor’s heart skipped a beat. “Forty men?” he repeated, his voice was barely a whisper as he processed the words. Relief began to seep into his features, but Luiz’s next words made him freeze.“However,” Luiz added, his tone firm, “it will cost you.”Victor flinched at the statement. He had no room for negotiation, no time to bargain. Desperation had tightened its grip on him. His voice came out rushed, almost pleading. “How much, Luiz? Tell me how much. Whatever it is, I’ll make it happen.”Luiz folded his arms and let the silence stretch for a few moments before replying, “
DESPERATIONS OFFER
Victor Vayne’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion. His hands were shaking, and his breathing became erratic as he sat down in his chair. The weight of the situation crashed down on him, and for a moment, he couldn't think clearly. His thoughts were a jumbled mess of panic, frustration, and regret. He had made a huge mistake firing all the drivers so early, and now the consequences of his actions were staring him in the face."How many batteries are we talking about?" Victor asked, trying to regain some control over the situation, though his voice betrayed his inner turmoil."About five hundred thousand packs, sir," Lucien replied, his voice still shaky.Victor’s head collapsed into his hands, and he leaned forward, as the pressure of the situation began squeezing the life out of him. Five hundred thousand packs of volatile Dynocell batteries, with each one worth five hundred dollars. If they didn’t get to market in time, they’d be ruined—no, worse, they could explode, causing damag
A CALL OF CONSEQUENCE
Victor’s phone buzzed loudly on the desk, cutting through the otherwise oppressive silence. His eyes flicked to the screen, and his stomach tightened when he saw the name. Mr. Landon.For a brief moment, Victor froze, his mind started racing through possible scenarios. He could feel his pulse quicken. Then, after a long pause, he picked up the call and pressed the phone to his ear, his fingers curling tightly around it.“Hello, Mr. Landon,” Victor said, his voice was steady but it carried an edge of authority.“Ah, Victor,” Mr. Landon’s voice came through, calm and measured. “How are you today?”Victor leaned back in his chair, his fingers were still tight from the frustration of his earlier encounter with the drivers. “Everything’s fine, as usual,” he replied, keeping his tone neutral.A brief silence stretched between them before Mr. Landon spoke again, his voice taking on a curious, almost probing tone. “I heard you sacked your drivers. Is that true?”Victor’s breath hitched sligh
NO SECOND CHANCES
Victor’s eyes narrowed, his lips pressing into a thin line. For a moment, it seemed as though he might waver. But then, he turned his back to them again, his stance rigid and unyielding.“Security will escort you out of you all waste any more time here,” he said firmly, his voice was void of emotion. “Leave your badges and company property before you go.”The drivers erupted into louder pleas, their voices were desperate and broken, but Victor didn’t turn around. His mind was made up—or so it seemed.Victor’s eyes narrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line. For a moment, it seemed as though he might waver. The tension in the room was thick, and the drivers clung to the faint hope that he might reconsider. But then, without warning, he turned his back to them again, his stance was rigid and unyielding.“Security will escort you all out if you waste any more time here,” he said firmly, as his voice was devoid of emotion. “Leave your badges and company property before you go.”The room
A JOKE GONE TOO FAR
The driver stepped forward, his face was pale, yet he clasped his hands tightly in front of him as if bracing himself for the storm ahead. His voice trembled with a mix of humility and desperation.“Mr. Vayne, with all due respect,” he began carefully, his gaze firmly on the floor, “we would never, ever think of you as a fool. Please, believe me when I say that. None of us here would dare to insult you or your intelligence.”Victor’s eyes narrowed, his arms were crossed as he stood like an immovable mountain. His silence pressed the driver to continue.“What you saw in that video,” the driver said, his tone pleading now, “was nothing but a skit—a stupid, drunken joke. We were… we were messing around after a few drinks. That’s all it was, sir. We would never harm the company or steal its money. It wasn’t serious.”Victor Vayne tilted his head slightly, his piercing gaze boring into the driver. “A skit?” he repeated slowly, his voice was calm yet filled with a dangerous edge. “You expec
THE BOLD DENIAL
The drivers exchanged uneasy glances, some turning to scan the group as though expecting Raymond to step forward at any moment. The silence grew heavier with each passing second as they shuffled uncomfortably.“Isn’t Mr Raymond here?” a young driver muttered under his breath, looking over his shoulder.“I thought he was right behind us,” another chimed in, as his brow was furrowed.The murmurs of confusion spread like wildfire. A few men called out Raymond’s name, their voices echoed in the spacious office, but no response came.After a few minutes of searching the group and glancing toward the door, it became painfully clear—Mr Raymond was not present.“He’s not here,” an older driver finally said, his voice carried a mix of disbelief and worry. “But he’s the one who told us to come here in the first place! He said it was an order from the boss.”“I could’ve sworn he was with us when we came in,” another driver added, scratching his head. “What’s going on?”The men exchanged confuse
RAGE UNLEASHED 2
Roughly two hours later, the sound of truck engines filled the air as a convoy of delivery vehicles rolled into the company headquarters.One by one, twenty trucks parked neatly in the company’s parking lot. The drivers climbed out of their trucks, each with different expressions—some tired, some curious, others just trying to stretch their legs after the long drive.The leader of the drivers, a stocky man named Raymond, stepped down from the first truck.He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, his face was tight with tension. As he looked around, he saw his colleagues chatting, laughing, or stretching, seemingly unaware of the storm that was about to hit.Raymond adjusted his cap, his mind racing, and then he raised his hand. His voice rang out loud and clear, cutting through the chatter.“Listen up!” he barked, his tone demanding attention.The voices of the drivers fell silent immediately. They all turned to look at Raymond, some frowning, others nervous. Th
