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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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LAUGHTER IN DEFIANCE
Marvin’s body trembled slightly, his breath was coming in ragged gasps as the weight of the Solstium’s effect settled on him. His head felt like it had been crushed under an invisible force, and a deep, throbbing pain pulsed behind his eyes.Then, suddenly, his body jerked as he let out a harsh cough. At first, it was just one—short and dry—but then another followed, and another. His entire frame shook with each violent convulsion, as if his body was rejecting something unnatural.A sharp sting ran through his skull, sending a wave of dizziness through him. And then, without warning, a thin, dark streak of blood trickled from his nose.Marvin’s fingers twitched, his senses dulled by the strange pull of the Solstium. He tried to lift his hand to wipe his nose, but his limbs felt sluggish, heavy. The air around him seemed thick, suffocating, as though the very room was pressing down on him.Across from him, Mrs. Evelyn watched in silence. Her sharp eyes, once filled with cold amusem
SOLSTIUM'S GRIP
Marvin’s expression shifted slightly as Mrs Evelyn’s words hit him like a cold wave. He was calm on the outside, but inside, he was uneasy. His mind raced, trying to make sense of her sudden knowledge. How could she know? The thought flashed through his mind repeatedly, causing his heart to beat faster. For a moment, he felt a knot tighten in his chest. The realization dawned on him—if Evelyn knew he was an "over being," it meant she could be part of the very reason why he had to keep his identity hidden. He was now a target, a marked man. And it made him feel... vulnerable. "I’m not what you think I am," Marvin said quickly, shaking his head. His voice was firm, but there was a slight tremor. He wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince her or himself. "I’m just a tech guy, like I said. There’s no Synapticore Force in me." Evelyn’s lips curled into a small smile, almost like she was enjoying his attempt at denial. She didn’t seem surprised at all. "I think you’re wron
A LIFELINE OR A TRAP
Marvin’s expression didn’t change as he leaned back slightly in his chair. His voice was calm but firm."Of course, I want my solar components."Evelyn’s lips curled slightly, her eyes were watching him with interest."Then why do you talk like this to me?" she asked, her voice was laced with irritation.Marvin remained silent. He wasn’t interested in explaining himself to her.Evelyn exhaled slowly, then leaned forward, with her elbows resting on the desk."Since you don’t have the paperwork," she said, her tone turning cold, "I have every right to claim ownership of sixty percent of your solar components and leave you with just forty percent."Her eyes locked onto his, searching for a reaction, but Marvin was as still as a statue."And that’s not all," she continued. "If I decide to involve the government, I could have you prosecuted for violating import regulations. A crime like this isn’t taken lightly, Marvin. If I file a complaint, your company could face heavy fines… or worse,
WHO HOLDS THE POWER
Evelyn’s eyes flashed with authority as she leaned forward slightly, her voice was sharp and direct."I am the Director of Neovalle’s Advanced Energy and Technology Commission, remember?" she said coldly. "If you want to continue this conversation without problems, I suggest you speak with more respect. Otherwise, I’ll have no choice but to show you my bad side."Her words cut through the room like a blade, and for a moment, silence settled between them.Marvin’s jaw tightened, but he knew better than to let his temper take over. Becoming feral toward Evelyn wasn’t why he came here. He took a slow breath, forcing himself to stay calm.Evelyn watched him carefully, satisfied that her words had made an impact. She straightened in her chair, with her fingers tapping lightly on the desk."Now," she continued, her voice was cool but firm, "where are the papers? The proof that you followed the necessary protocols before the arrival of your shipment—which, if I recall correctly, is worth rou
WHO HOLDS THE STRINGS?
Evelyn Hartford snapped her laptop shut with a sharp click, her fingers trembling slightly as she composed herself. The sound echoed through the room, breaking the thick, tense silence that had settled between them.She forced a calm expression onto her face, though her heart raced. Quickly, she straightened her shirt and gestured toward the chair opposite her desk, trying to regain control. "Please, Marvin. Have a seat," she said. Her voice was steady but it carried an edge of uncertainty.Marvin stood at the entrance of her office for a moment, his imposing figure casting a shadow across the room. He didn’t move, his eyes were fixed on her with an intensity that could have cut through steel. Evelyn could feel his gaze weighing on her—it was sharp and unrelenting.The silence stretched on, thick and uncomfortable. She had expected this meeting to be difficult, but now, as his presence filled the room, the tension was almost unbearable.He wasn’t sure what to make of the woman in
UNDERWATER SECRETS
At the AETC headquarters, Evelyn Hartford, the newly appointed director of the commission, sat behind her sleek, modern desk. The dim glow of the room's ambient lighting bounced off the glass walls, reflecting the weight of her thoughts. Her fingers danced over the touchpad of her laptop, with the smooth surface betraying no emotion as she initiated a video call on the ZomChat app—a secure, encrypted communication platform used for sensitive operations.The screen flickered for a moment before the image of Dr. Gregory Matthews, a scientist and a trusted ally of hers, appeared. His face was framed by the sterile, white walls of his laboratory, where the shadows cast an eerie contrast to the otherwise clinical surroundings.“Good evening, Evelyn,” Dr. Matthews greeted her, his voice was calm but it was tinged with the weight of the discussion that was about to unfold.“Evening, Greg,” Evelyn replied, her expression was serious, her tone was unwavering. “I’ve been thinking about our m
TIPPING POINT
“Okay, listen,” his uncle continued after a moment of thought. “I’ll try to get in touch with the Prime Minister from my end. You stay calm, Marvin. We’ll figure this out. We have to.”Marvin let out a deep, shaky breath, feeling the smallest flicker of relief at the sound of his uncle’s confidence. “I appreciate it, Uncle. But please, hurry. I don’t know how much longer we have before this all completely unravels.”“I’ve got you covered,” Uncle Christopher said, his voice was steady and resolute. “I’ll make the call. Stay put. I’ll handle this.”Marvin ended the call and leaned back in his seat, his eyes closed as he tried to steady his breathing. He felt like a man standing on the edge of a precipice, with nothing but a swirling abyss below him. His mind buzzed with a thousand thoughts—each one more urgent than the last. The fear was overwhelming, but he couldn’t afford to let it consume him. He had to hold it together. For his company. For the future.Suddenly, his phone rang aga
THE WEIGHT OF A CHOICE
Marvin stepped away from the AETC representatives, his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The weight of the decision he had just made pressed down on him with the suffocating heaviness of an anchor. He knew, deep down, that the choice would have repercussions far beyond what he could fully understand in the moment. But it was the only option—at least for now.There were no more paths left to consider.As he reached the vehicle door, his thoughts swirled like a storm, but he forced himself to focus. He took one final glance at the representatives behind him. Their gazes were fixed on him, eyes heavy with expectation, the kind of expectation that held the power to crush even the most seasoned of men. Marvin didn’t flinch. He didn’t allow them the satisfaction of seeing how the pressure gnawed at him. On the outside, he remained composed, but inside, the tension was a constant buzz in his ears, rising in intensity with every passing second.He walked toward his vehicle,
A DELICATE BALANCE
Marvin stood silently for a moment, processing the gravity of the situation. The weight of the note in his hand felt heavier with every passing second. His mind raced, analyzing every possibility. This wasn’t just a simple dispute—it was more complicated, deeper, and far more dangerous than he had anticipated. He could feel the pressure building around him, the eyes of the AETC representatives and law enforcement officers still fixed on him, waiting for his response.Oliver Grant, still standing by Marvin’s side, stared at the paper in disbelief, his face shifted from confusion to suspicion. “So, you’re telling me the Prime Minister is involved in this? But why would we have problems with the AETC if he’s the one who funded the shipment?” Oliver whispered, his voice was low but filled with concern. He couldn’t hide the confusion in his voice. If the Prime Minister was behind this, why were they being threatened with the seizure of their goods?How could they sense a foul play in t
