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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR 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
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR 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.
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR 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
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR EYES THAT FOLLOWED HER
Don’t get too comfortable; it’ll never stand the test of time.” Mr Whitfield said. Marvin’s expression remained composed and respectful. "Thank you, Mr. Whitfield. It’s an honor to be considered among such esteemed company. I truly wish you a successful and enjoyable evening.” Whitfield scoffed, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Marvin, as if he was dismissing him entirely. Marvin smiled politely before turning to walk away, his eyes scanning the room. He felt the weight of the remark given to him by Mr Whitfield but he didn’t let it affect him. He had more important things to focus on. As Marvin walked away from the conversation, he grabbed a drink from the nearby bar and took a sip. The glass was cold in his hand, but the warmth of the event was undeniable. People were chatting, laughing, and exchanging stories, but Marvin couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on him. He was a nominee, but he was also a target for some who thought his success was unwarranted. Out of
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE ILLUSION OF FLESH
Helena turned around slowly, her eyes widening in surprise as she saw Marvin standing there. For a moment, everything seemed to stop. Her gaze was locked onto his, and in that split second, a smile began to form on her lips, as if she had been waiting for this exact moment."Marvin?" she said, her voice was a mixture of disbelief and joy. "Is it really you?"Marvin’s confusion deepened, his heart started racing. He had never seen her like this before. She was standing before him, completely human, with no trace of the mechanical features he had once known. The skin on her face, smooth and flawless, reflected the warm light of the room. Her body, once metallic and artificial, now had the softness and warmth of flesh.“Helena... what... what happened to you? Your body is...” Marvin whispered, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the words.He stepped closer, unable to stop himself, reaching out and gently taking her hands in his. He was careful, as if afraid to break the
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR MACHINE TO HUMAN
Helena took a deep breath before speaking again, her fingers still tracing the edge of her glass. She hesitated, her eyes flickering to the side for a brief moment before returning to Marvin."I got tired of being a machine," she said, her voice was soft but heavy with the weight of her words. "I wanted to feel… more like a human being."Marvin’s heart raced as he listened to her, and for a moment, he was tempted to read her mind. The Synapticore Force inside him hummed with curiosity, urging him to understand the truth hidden in her thoughts. But he quickly resisted the temptation. He respected her privacy—if she wanted him to know something, she would tell him.Her eyes locked onto his, and a slight, knowing smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Perhaps she noticed the brief flicker of uncertainty in him, but Marvin wasn’t sure.“How about your Synapticore?” Marvin asked, his voice was low but curious. He didn’t want to press her, but something inside him urged him to ask.He
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A NIGHT OF FATE AND PASSION
By the way, Marvin could see the depth of her longing, the unspoken pain in her words. And now, his own emotions swirled in a confusing mess of guilt, regret, and sorrow. He felt a lump in his throat and struggled to find the right words, but his shame kept him quiet. What could he say? He had never imagined this side of her—this vulnerable, broken part.Before he could speak, the sound of footsteps echoed from nearby, and the illusion of solitude was shattered. A few people were beginning to walk in the direction of their secluded spot, unaware of the intimate moment they were interrupting.Marvin shifted uncomfortably, feeling exposed. The conversation, so private, suddenly felt too vulnerable, too raw for anyone to overhear. He looked at Helena, who seemed to be lost in her own thoughts. Her tears were still falling, but there was nothing he could say to ease her pain now—not with others coming closer.Helena’s expression remained unreadable, but Marvin could feel the weight of
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR TECH MAN OF THE YEAR
Marvin’s breath caught in his throat. His pulse quickened as he gazed at Helena, his eyes looked to be searching hers, desperate to understand what she was about to say. He could see the conflict within her, the hesitation and longing battling beneath her trembling lips."Because of what?" Marvin asked, his voice was barely above a whisper.Helena swallowed hard, her hands were still lightly touching his face. Slowly, she exhaled, as if gathering the courage to reveal the truth she had hidden for so long."Because I love you, Marvin," she said softly, with a voice that was filled with raw emotion. "I wanted to be with you in every way possible. I wanted to love you the way a human woman could."Marvin’s brows furrowed slightly, his heart was pounding against his ribs.Helena continued, her fingers brushing against his cheek. "I sacrificed my Synapticore Force... so I could be with the man I love. So I could make love to you, hold you, flesh on flesh and experience life as you do."Ma
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Marvin’s breath caught in his throat. His pulse quickened as he gazed at Helena, his eyes looked to be searching hers, desperate to understand what she was about to say. He could see the conflict within her, the hesitation and longing battling beneath her trembling lips."Because of what?" Marvin asked, his voice was barely above a whisper.Helena swallowed hard, her hands were still lightly touching his face. Slowly, she exhaled, as if gathering the courage to reveal the truth she had hidden for so long."Because I love you, Marvin," she said softly, with a voice that was filled with raw emotion. "I wanted to be with you in every way possible. I wanted to love you the way a human woman could."Marvin’s brows furrowed slightly, his heart was pounding against his ribs.Helena continued, her fingers brushing against his cheek. "I sacrificed my Synapticore Force... so I could be with the man I love. So I could make love to you, hold you, flesh on flesh and experience life as you do."Ma
A NIGHT OF FATE AND PASSION
By the way, Marvin could see the depth of her longing, the unspoken pain in her words. And now, his own emotions swirled in a confusing mess of guilt, regret, and sorrow. He felt a lump in his throat and struggled to find the right words, but his shame kept him quiet. What could he say? He had never imagined this side of her—this vulnerable, broken part.Before he could speak, the sound of footsteps echoed from nearby, and the illusion of solitude was shattered. A few people were beginning to walk in the direction of their secluded spot, unaware of the intimate moment they were interrupting.Marvin shifted uncomfortably, feeling exposed. The conversation, so private, suddenly felt too vulnerable, too raw for anyone to overhear. He looked at Helena, who seemed to be lost in her own thoughts. Her tears were still falling, but there was nothing he could say to ease her pain now—not with others coming closer.Helena’s expression remained unreadable, but Marvin could feel the weight of
MACHINE TO HUMAN
Helena took a deep breath before speaking again, her fingers still tracing the edge of her glass. She hesitated, her eyes flickering to the side for a brief moment before returning to Marvin."I got tired of being a machine," she said, her voice was soft but heavy with the weight of her words. "I wanted to feel… more like a human being."Marvin’s heart raced as he listened to her, and for a moment, he was tempted to read her mind. The Synapticore Force inside him hummed with curiosity, urging him to understand the truth hidden in her thoughts. But he quickly resisted the temptation. He respected her privacy—if she wanted him to know something, she would tell him.Her eyes locked onto his, and a slight, knowing smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Perhaps she noticed the brief flicker of uncertainty in him, but Marvin wasn’t sure.“How about your Synapticore?” Marvin asked, his voice was low but curious. He didn’t want to press her, but something inside him urged him to ask.He
THE ILLUSION OF FLESH
Helena turned around slowly, her eyes widening in surprise as she saw Marvin standing there. For a moment, everything seemed to stop. Her gaze was locked onto his, and in that split second, a smile began to form on her lips, as if she had been waiting for this exact moment."Marvin?" she said, her voice was a mixture of disbelief and joy. "Is it really you?"Marvin’s confusion deepened, his heart started racing. He had never seen her like this before. She was standing before him, completely human, with no trace of the mechanical features he had once known. The skin on her face, smooth and flawless, reflected the warm light of the room. Her body, once metallic and artificial, now had the softness and warmth of flesh.“Helena... what... what happened to you? Your body is...” Marvin whispered, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the words.He stepped closer, unable to stop himself, reaching out and gently taking her hands in his. He was careful, as if afraid to break the
EYES THAT FOLLOWED HER
Don’t get too comfortable; it’ll never stand the test of time.” Mr Whitfield said. Marvin’s expression remained composed and respectful. "Thank you, Mr. Whitfield. It’s an honor to be considered among such esteemed company. I truly wish you a successful and enjoyable evening.” Whitfield scoffed, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Marvin, as if he was dismissing him entirely. Marvin smiled politely before turning to walk away, his eyes scanning the room. He felt the weight of the remark given to him by Mr Whitfield but he didn’t let it affect him. He had more important things to focus on. As Marvin walked away from the conversation, he grabbed a drink from the nearby bar and took a sip. The glass was cold in his hand, but the warmth of the event was undeniable. People were chatting, laughing, and exchanging stories, but Marvin couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on him. He was a nominee, but he was also a target for some who thought his success was unwarranted. Out of
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’
