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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR MARVIN'S GAMBIT
Daniel Richmond stood in the middle of his innovation lab, surrounded by glowing screens and holographic projections. His lab was filled with advanced tech gadgets, with each one more impressive than the next. But Daniel wasn’t paying attention to any of them. He was focused on a single, floating hologram in front of him—an image of a Fusion Reactor Core.The reactor core was an advanced energy device that could potentially provide unlimited power by fusing atomic nuclei together. To anyone else, it looked like a complicated web of glowing lines and nodes, but to Daniel, it was like reading an open book. His eyes were sharp and attentive, analyzing every detail.Daniel's hand hovered over his forehead, where his Synapticore Mark was. As he touched it, the mark began to glow a bright blue, illuminating the room with its soft light. He took a deep breath, feeling the power surge through him. The mark pulsed with energy, connecting his thoughts to the complex mechanisms of the fusion
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR MRS DANA'S DEVIOUS PLOT
"The main issue is that your half brother, Marvin is responsible for cut off in supply.""What?" Daniel was shocked, he couldn't believe his ears."What do you mean mom?""What I mean is that, Marvin was of some good benefit to this company.""Huh?""Despite the absence of the Synapticore force within him, Marvin had good connections with this suppliers, and it was due to his influence that this company was having non stop supply of iron, aluminum, cobalt, uranium and mercury."Daniel's breath began to come in ragged gasps. He couldn't believe his ears. That useless and good for nothing step brother of his that had no special skill had this much level of influence?"We must inform dad about this, we must let him know that Marvin is responsible for the cut off supply. Dad would teach him a bitter lesson." Daniel boasted. "Who is he to halt the supply of iron and aluminum to our company and halt our prized and most coveted project the quantum computing algorithm." "No Daniel, that w
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR FRANCO CALVIN: THE SOCIAL MEDIA MENACE
About a week later, Marvin found himself wandering through the busy streets of Westwood. He was dressed simply in a plain T-shirt, jeans, and a pair of good sneakers. His eyes were clear and he looked to be in good shape after his recent breakthrough, however his steps were firm as he walked into a liquor store.The store had an opulent silver sign that read "Tony’s Liquor" in bold letters. Inside, the lights were dim, and the scent of gooseberries and alcohol filled the air. Marvin walked up to the counter where a middle-aged waiter stood, cleaning a glass.“What’ll it be?” the waiter asked, looking Marvin over with a quick glance.“Just a bottle of Smirnoff Ice,” Marvin replied with a voice that was calm but carrying a hint of exhaustion.As the waiter turned to grab the drink from a small fridge behind the counter, Marvin pulled out his phone. He opened up his gallery and began scrolling through pictures of his stunning mansion on Fairway Street. The mansion was vast, with slee
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE UNMASKING
"When it happens, do not say I didn't warn you."Franco Calvin chuckled as he heard Marvin’s warning. He took a step back, looked at his camera, and rolled his eyes dramatically. “Did you guys hear that?” he mocked. “Marvin here thinks he can #put me in my place! Isn’t that cute?”He turned back to Marvin, as his expression suddenly shifted into one of feigned pity. “Oh, Marvin, Marvin, Marvin… Let me make something very clear to you, my man. You’re nothing. You’re like one of those sad, lonely guys who think they’re tough because they got a great past where they had lots of influence and power. But deep down, you’re just scared and weak.”The crowd around them snickered, and Franco’s friends kept recording, enjoying every moment. “You really think anyone cares about you now?” Franco continued, with his tone becoming even more venomous. “Look around, pal. You’re in a dump, hanging out with losers, drinking cheap booze like some washed-up nobody. You are just a fluke. And you are not
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR FROM FAME TO INFAMY
Marvin kept his gaze locked on Franco, a cold smile spread across his face as he lifted his phone. “You know, Franco, I think it’s time your followers see the truth for themselves.” He said. With a few quick taps, he followed Franco’s social media page, which was filled with his flashy posts, boasting about his “awesome” life and taunting others with his confidence.Within moments, Marvin began uploading a series of files. The first was an audio recording—It was Franco’s own voice, clear as day, commanding another young man to act against his will. The crowd around them grew quiet, and the live stream viewers leaned in closer, their eyes were widening with every word they heard.Then, Marvin posted a series of images—screenshots of private conversations, x rated pictures and BDSM torture pictures towards young men under his spell. Each one painted a picture of a dark side to Franco that none of his fans had ever imagined.But the real shock came when Marvin uploaded the final piece
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE HUNTER BECOMES THE HUNTED
Some followers were furious. "I wasted years of my life following this guy, believing all his lies! We all deserve an apology!"Others felt betrayed on a deeper level. "I thought Franco cared about his fans, but he was just using us to hide his twisted side. How many more people like him are out there pretending to be heroes?"The comments section was also filled with calls for justice. "He has to pay for this," one person demanded. "This isn't just some mistake or bad decision. This is a crime. A serious crime."A new hashtag started trending quickly on the net: "#ProsecuteFrancoNow". People were using it to demand that Franco face greater consequences for everything he had done. The hashtag was shared thousands of times, and soon it was everywhere—on every platform, and in every conversation in Westwood.Franco’s face on the live stream was pale, his eyes were wide with fear as he realized the gravity of what was happening. His carefully crafted persona was crumbling right before
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR MARVIN'S COLD FRONT
"Hey, you guessed right." She noticed his hesitation. "Come on Marvin, hop on, let me gift you a lift." She said.Marvin hesitated for a moment as he looked at Stella and then back at the sleek car. His instincts told him to be careful. He didn’t know her well, and this whole thing seemed a bit too convenient. But with the evening shadows stretching across the pavement and the cool breeze brushing against his face, he slowly decided to take the chance. He nodded, still cautious, and opened the door to the passenger seat.As he slid in, Marvin couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. He glanced around the interior, taking in the scent of leather mixed with a faint hint of some expensive perfume. The car was spotless, with sleek black seats and high-tech gadgets lining the dashboard. Stella seemed to be watching him closely, and a subtle smile was still on her lips.“So, where do you stay?” Stella asked, her voice was smooth and unhurried.Marvin kept his answer brief. “Ju
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR DEALS AND DESIRES
Stella swallowed hard, and she could feel her heart racing. “Um, sorry, I just thought we could grab some food at a restaurant along this path.” She said nervously, as her voice was almost a whisper.Marvin didn’t seem to appreciate the suggestion. “Did I tell you that I was hungry?” he grunted, and his tone was filled with irritation.“Come on, Marvin.” She pressed on, trying to sound lighthearted. “It would be nice if we just grabbed a bite. You look hungry.”Marvin’s patience was wearing thin. He turned to her, and his eyes were now flashing with anger. “Pull over!” He demanded. “I’ll find my way. You’re acting weird, and I’m not having it.”Stella felt a wave of hurt wash over her. She had been trying to be nice, to find a way to connect with him, but he had no regard for her kindness. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, and her mind was racing with what to do next. She had two choices: either pull over and let him go or continue driving and insist they get food.Taking a de
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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
RACING AGAINST SHADOWS
The governor’s confused voice hung in the air."What… what do you mean, Mr. Marvin?"Marvin took a slow breath, steadying himself. He knew this was his only chance to shift the tides — to save his company, his reputation, and his life’s work."Your Excellency," he began, his tone was firm but respectful. "I am a businessman who only just made it into the commercial scene not too long ago. Why would anyone think I would risk everything — the trust of the public, my company’s future — by not just failing to do my job well, but causing a great disaster? A disaster that led to casualties?"He let the question linger, heavy with unspoken truth."The Lunebrook incident was not my doing," Marvin continued, with the heat of conviction rising in his voice. "In fact, I have been quietly gathering evidence, and from everything I’ve found, Darius Crowe stands out as a suspect. There are traces of interference… patterns too calculated to be mere coincidence."A tense silence followed. Marvin coul
