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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR CONFIDENCE VS CONCERN
A few days later, Stella sat nervously in the reception area of Orion Dynamics, checking her watch every few minutes. She glanced at the clock on the wall—Marvin was late. Her fingers tapped on her phone screen, and she quickly dialed his number. The phone rang, but Marvin didn’t pick up. She sighed, as her hands started sweating. This was a huge day for her, and the conglomerate groups from Navauria were already inside the building. Stella wiped her palms on her skirt and tried to take a deep breath. The waiting room felt too hot, and her heart was pounding in her chest.Finally, the glass doors slid open, and Marvin walked in. He was casually dressed in a plain white t-shirt, a clean pair of jeans, and some black Vans shoes. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and his face carried that calm, confident expression she’d always admired.Stella’s heart nearly skipped a beat. She felt lightheaded for a moment as she watched him stride toward her, each step confident and sure. For
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A TRUST IN MARVIN
Stella clenched her jaw, struggling to keep her frustration in check. She turned sharply on her heel, motioning for Marvin to follow her. Her hands were trembling slightly as she pushed open the large, frosted glass doors that led to the boardroom. Marvin strolled behind her, seemingly unconcerned.As Stella and Marvin entered the boardroom, there was a brief, nervous exchange between them. Stella glanced at Marvin and whispered, "You’ve got everything, right?" Marvin nodded calmly. "Of course, don’t worry." Stella, who was trying to keep her cool, felt a slight twinge of doubt. I hope nothing goes wrong, she thought, swallowing the lump in her throat as they approached the table of the Navaurian CEOs.The CEOs of the most powerful conglomerates in Navauria sat around a long, polished wooden table. The CEO of Teocipar Consortium, a stern-looking woman in a sleek gray suit, was tapping away on her tablet. The representatives from Tonanzilovic Holdings and Ixchelović Group were bu
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR STANDING OVATION
Marvin felt his heart skip a beat as he realized that the flash drive wasn't in his pocket. His fingers moved over the empty fabric again, hoping to find it, but it was nowhere to be found. He didn't let his expression change—his years of experience had taught him to stay calm in front of an audience, no matter the situation."Okay." Marvin said smoothly, "it seems I’ll have to make this presentation without any projection."Stella's eyes widened in alarm, but Marvin gave her a quick, reassuring look. He straightened up and faced the CEOs. "No problem. Let me walk you through the core ideas of the advanced cosmic energy proposal."He began speaking, laying out the basics of the project with a calm, confident tone. Marvin began, his voice steady and clear. “The advanced cosmic energy proposal revolves around using cosmic rays—high-energy particles that hit Earth all the time. Unlike solar or wind power, cosmic energy is available 24/7—”Before he could continue, the CEO of Ixchelov
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A HUMBLING SILENCE
Marvin slid his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone, as his calm expression was unchanged. As the CEOs gathered their things, murmuring quietly among themselves, Stella caught the glint in his eye—something was about to happen. He turned away from the room slightly and made a call, his voice was smooth and steady."Hello, Mr. Marvin," came the voice from the other end, crackling faintly through the phone’s speaker."Hello, Mr. CJ," Marvin replied, with an even tone. "I hope they’re here?""Yes, sir. I’m at the Orion Dynamics building now.""Good," Marvin nodded, glancing briefly toward the CEOs who were still exchanging pleasantries as they prepared to leave. "Get in quick, we’re in the boardroom.""On my way," CJ confirmed before the line went dead.Stella furrowed her brow. Mr. CJ? Who was he? And why was he at the Orion Dynamics building—her company’s headquarters? The CEOs, too, seemed perplexed. Marvin's sudden shift in tone, the air of secrecy, all left a strange te
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE SOLD OUT LIE
Marvin finished the last bite of his salad, savoring the crisp greens as he sat at the kitchen counter. His eyes glanced over at the clock. It was almost time. He wiped his hands on a napkin and stood up, heading to his room to get dressed. The phone in his pocket buzzed just as he started buttoning his shirt. He pulled it out, noticing Stella’s name on the screen. "Hello, Marvin," came Stella's voice."Hello, Stella," he replied smoothly. "What’s up?""I’m fine." she said, her tone was light but it was with a hint of excitement. "Are you already at the cinema?""No, not yet," Marvin responded, slipping his other arm into the sleeve of his shirt. "But I’ll be there soon.""How about your preparations? Are you done already?" Stella asked."Almost, almost done," Marvin said, glancing at himself in the mirror as he adjusted the collar of his shirt."Okay, good," Stella replied. "See you at the cinema, then.""Yeah, see you soon," Marvin said, hanging up.From the doorway, his mother,
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A BOLD DEMAND
Marvin took a deep breath as the hefty man in the suit finished purchasing his VIP tickets and strutted away with his loosely dressed entourage. His stomach churned, and anger simmered just beneath the surface, but Marvin clenched his fists and stepped forward to the counter, determined to keep his cool."Please, can I get two VIP tickets?" Marvin asked, his voice was calm but firm.The ticket seller glanced up at him, his expression was flat. Without a word, the young man grabbed the stack of VIP tickets he'd just given to the man in the suit and shoved them back into a locker behind the counter. He returned to Marvin with two regular tickets instead, sliding them across the counter."Give me your money," the salesman said, with a tone that was cold and dismissive.Marvin's jaw tightened. "Young man, don't start. You had VIP tickets a second ago. What’s going on? The ones you just gave me are regular membership tickets, not VIP."The ticket seller sighed, barely looking up. "Those
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR PAYMENT CONFIRMED
The security guard, a tall man with a shaved head, stepped forward and broke the tense silence. "If this man intends to buy all the tickets, I think we should give him a chance." His voice was calm but firm, carrying an authority that made everyone, including the ticket seller, pay attention."Bring out all the tickets." He ordered, as his eyes were locked onto the salesman.The ticket seller hesitated, as his face was scrunched up in disbelief. "Are you serious?"The guard nodded, as his expression turned stern. "Do as I say."Reluctantly, the ticket seller opened the locker behind the counter again, pulling out the entire stack of VIP tickets and the other varieties of tickets. The security guard slapped them down on the counter with a smirk. "However many this is." He said, eyeing Marvin, "I must warn you—if you can’t pay for all of them, I’ll will ensure that you are thrown out of here. Even though you’ve already bought a ticket for yourself."Marvin didn’t flinch. His voice was
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE SHOW MUST GO ON
Marvin stood there, calm as ever, with a slight grin on his face. The crowd still buzzed with excitement around them, but Marvin's focus was only on the tall guard. He let the silence linger for just a moment before speaking."You want to hear what I wish for?" Marvin said, with a steady voice. "Fine, I will tell you."The guard blinked, still struggling to understand everything that had happened. Marvin stepped a little closer, his smile faded as his tone became serious."I wish for a special show." Marvin said. "I want "The Silver Mirage" to be played on every screen in this cinema."The guard’s eyes widened in disbelief. "*The Silver Mirage*? You want us to play that for everyone?"Marvin nodded, as there was not a hint of doubt in his expression. The guard shook his head, looking more confused than ever."But... that’s not possible," the guard stammered. "Do you know how many important people are in this cinema right now? Some of them paid for VIP tickets to see blockbuster film
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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
DARK HORIZONS
Four hours later…Marvin's office was dark, except for the faint glow of the city lights bleeding through the large windows. The clock on the wall ticked softly, marking each passing second with a cruel, steady rhythm.It was 7:00 PM.Marvin sat in his black leather chair, slouched back, with a glass of beer in one hand and a half-smoked cigarette in the other. Smoke curled lazily around him, filling the room with a bitter haze.His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, his tie loosened, and his hair was a mess. His eyes were bloodshot, heavy with exhaustion and grief. He looked like a man who had just lost everything—because he had.Ethan Voss was dead.His only chance to expose Mr. Crowe. Gone.The wild beeping of the heart monitor still echoed in Marvin’s head, sharp and haunting. The image of Ethan convulsing, his body jerking violently, his face twisted in pain, was burned into his mind.Marvin took a long drag from the cigarette, the tip glowing red in the dim light. He exhal
THE EDGE OF DESPERATION
Marvin stopped beside Ethan, staring down at him, with his heart pounding.The man’s face was pale, too pale, almost like a ghost. His chest rose and fell steadily, but he looked lifeless—like someone lost in a deep, unreachable dream. The steady beep of the heart monitor was the only proof that Ethan was still alive.Marvin swallowed hard. He clenched his fists, and his mind was racing."Wake up, man. Please, wake up."The words screamed silently in his head, over and over again, growing louder with every second.The doctors had warned him. Ethan needed rest. His body and mind were fragile, barely hanging on the edge between recovery and relapse. Waking him too soon could cause serious damage.But Marvin didn’t have time.Forty-eight hours. That was all he had.If Ethan didn’t wake up soon, Helios Enterprise would be finished. The audit would fail. The Prime Minister would shut everything down. His accounts would be frozen. His enemies would celebrate.He clenched his jaw. He could
