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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR BENEATH THE FACADE
Three weeks had passed since Marvin’s card was declined, and now he was back at the same establishment. The moment he walked in, heads turned, but not in admiration—people who recognized him cast dismissive glances in his direction. The respect they once had for him was gone. They remembered how he had requested for equipments worth 3.5 million dollars, only for his card to fail. To them, he was no longer the wealthy man he appeared to be.Marvin ignored the looks and walked straight toward the financial department. His steps were firm, but inside, his heart raced. He had something to prove.As he entered the department, he saw Derek behind the counter. Derek noticed him right away. Marvin pulled out his Diamond Royale card and spoke clearly, “Hello, Derek.”Derek squinted, trying to place the face. “You… I remember you. You are…”“Marvin, the guy whose transaction was declined,” Marvin said, helping him remember.“Aha!” Derek’s face lit up with recognition. “Yes, I remember you n
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR FACING THE CONSEQUENCES
Derek laughed out loud as the payment machine displayed "PAYMENT DECLINED" again."Oh, it really happened again, just like I predicted!" he said, shaking his head in disbelief. His two colleagues burst into laughter, slapping each other on the back.“Well, you know the deal,” Derek said, still chuckling. “Take off your clothes and shoes. You promised.”Marvin's face tightened. “No, run the card once more,” he demanded, his voice was calm but firm.Derek rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. “Come on, are we really doing this again? What makes you think your card is going to work this time? Are you trying to make a fool out of us?” Derek’s voice grew louder, and frustration was showing in his face.Marvin didn’t flinch. His eyes were cold and sharp. “Run the card once more,” he said, his voice was steady but with a chilling edge.Derek paused, noticing the change in Marvin’s expression. Something in those cold eyes made him flinch. He hesitated, but then, abandoning his earlier confidence
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE NEOVALLE DEBUT
There at the Aurora grand hotel, Marvin stepped out of the hot shower, with the water still steaming as it ran down the tiled walls. He reached for a soft towel, wrapping it around his waist. His bathroom was spacious and sleek, with modern fixtures and a large mirror that reflected his focused expression. As he began drying his body, he couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement. Today was a big day—the Neovalle Tech Conference was just hours away.Walking over to the sink, Marvin grabbed a comb and started grooming his hair, carefully parting it to the side. The Neovalle conference was more than just a gathering of tech enthusiasts—it was an opportunity for innovators to showcase their projects. The best exhibit would not only win a large cash prize but also gain the attention of key investors and influential figures. Marvin knew that his project, Helios, could be the game-changer that would put him at the forefront of the tech world here in Neovalle.Since last week, when he
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE NEOVALLE DEBUT 2
Marvin’s assistant Kenny shifted uncomfortably, as his confidence started wavering. The sheer size of the other exhibits, the fancy vehicles, and the obvious wealth of the competitors were intimidating. He looked around at the drones, the robotic arms, and the giant screens showing off complex technology, and he began to feel a sinking sense of inferiority."Marvin," he whispered, hesitating. "Maybe we should have brought more equipment... or something bigger. Everyone else seems so prepared. We just have this one bag…"Before Marvin could respond, a group of contestants approached them. One of them, a woman in a sharp blue suit, eyed Marvin and his assistant with a mocking smile."Are you two really contestants?" she asked, her tone was condescending. "Or did you just get lost on the way to the audience seats?"Her friends laughed, their eyes were gleaming with amusement as they looked at the bag that was now in Marvin's hand.Marvin stood tall, his expression was calm but firm. "W
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE NEOVALLE DEBUT 3
Marvin took a deep breath and stood up. With his assistant Kenny by his side, he began walking up to the stage. As Marvin walked upstage, it was not like he needed the funding from the influential judges, but he just wanted the go ahead and also the acceptance of his project Helios amongst the Neovalle people.Meanwhile Kenny’s hands were shaking as they moved closer. His heart pounded in his chest, and sweat beaded on his forehead. He could feel the eyes of the crowd on them, their stares were full of disbelief and judgement.As they walked, Kenny glanced at the rows of judges sitting at the front of the room. One of the judges, a woman with dark glasses and a sharp expression, looked at them with clear disdain. Another judge, an older man with a thick beard, shook his head slightly, as if he was already disappointed.Kenny swallowed hard. He could feel the weight of their judgement, the tension in the air was thick around him. Everyone had arrived with huge setups—luxury vehicl
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR SMALL MACHINES BIG VISION
Marvin turned to Kenny, his voice was low but firm. “Would you shut up, so we can begin what we came for?” he said. Kenny’s face turned red, and he swallowed hard, trying to calm his nerves. He knew Marvin was right. Now was not the time to panic.Kenny nodded, though his hands were still trembling, and he began to help Marvin unpack the equipment from the bag.He carefully lifted out the first item—what looked like a sleek, compact machine. It was the CNC machine, used to shape materials with extreme precision.In the crowd, a few people whispered among themselves, smirking. “This exhibition is going to be nothing,” one of them said. “It’s too immature to be worth anything important.”Marvin didn’t seem to notice or care. He was focused, pulling out the next piece of equipment—an industrial 3D printer. It was small compared to the grand machines others had brought, but Marvin knew its power. This printer could create intricate parts that traditional tools couldn’t. Parts for energy
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR AND THE WINNER IS...
"And now, let me show you something more," he said, reaching for the high-powered laser cutter. "Solar energy can also be used in advanced defense systems."The laser cutter was activated, and its beam cut through a tough material with perfect accuracy. It was clear that Marvin's system was more powerful than anyone had expected. The equipment worked together seamlessly, as if controlled by something far more advanced than any ordinary person could manage.The room was silent, the spectators looked in disbelief. It was as if Marvin himself were an AI, manipulating the machines with inhuman skill.But then Marvin did something that no one could predict. Using the halogen bulb and the robotic arms, he produced an energy so pure and concentrated, it looked like sunlight itself was captured in his hands.People gasped. Someone in the back whispered, "Who is this guy?"All eyes were on Marvin. His movements were flawless, and his machines performed perfectly.As the light from his energy
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE WARNING SIGNAL
The host grinned and paused for dramatic effect. “And the winner of the Neovalle tech innovation conference is… Dr. Archer Klein!”A few gasps were heard from the crowd. Many had expected Marvin to win, and the announcement took them by surprise.Marvin stood still, his face showed disbelief. His heart raced. How could this happen?"Let's give Dr. Klein a round of applause!" the host said with enthusiasm.The crowd began to clap, but the energy wasn’t as strong as before. Dr. Klein walked toward the stage, smiling proudly, though not everyone shared his excitement.In the audience, a few people whispered to each other, they were clearly unhappy with the decision."Really? They picked Klein?" one man muttered. "Marvin's project was way more impressive.""I don’t get it," said another person, shaking their head. "Marvin's solar energy system was revolutionary. Klein just gave people free Wi-Fi. That’s it.""Yeah, and most of them are probably just excited because they got $200," someone
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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
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
