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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR BLOOD IN THE HOTEL
Marvin forced Jessica's guard into the driver’s seat, keeping his grip tight on the man’s shoulder as he slid into the car beside him. “Drive,” Marvin commanded, his voice was cold and steady.The guard, who was still dazed from the beating, gripped the steering wheel and started the car. As they pulled away from the building where Marvin had been held, he kept his gaze focused, watching for any signs of more guards or followers. Jessica’s men weren’t known to give up easily, and Marvin knew they could be ambushed at any moment.“I have to turn left here,” the guard muttered, his voice was shaky as he guided them through the dark, winding streets of Neovalle. Marvin didn’t recognize much of his surroundings; he was new in this city, and Jessica had purposely kept him in the most hidden areas.After a few more turns, the streets began to look more familiar, dotted with shops and the occasional streetlight. Marvin’s grip on the guard loosened slightly as they neared the main road le
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A FAINT SPARK OF LIFE
Marvin sat in the emergency waiting area, his hands were clenched into tight fists as his mind burned with hatred toward Jessica Zypher. He could feel his anger like a fire in his chest, each thought was sharper and darker than the last.Why would she go after my mother? he thought bitterly. His mother was innocent, a gentle woman who had already been through so much. She had been trying to heal, just like he was, after everything that happened in Westwood. That nightmare had nearly destroyed them both—his own father had disowned them, and, as if that wasn’t enough, had even tried to have Marvin killed. And now, Jessica had dragged his mother into this dangerous game.Marvin’s mind swirled with violent thoughts, each one more ruthless than the last. If he ever got the chance, he would make Jessica pay. He would make her feel the pain she had caused him, make her regret every step she took that led to this. He could almost imagine his hands closing around her throat…A noise broke
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR FACES IN THE HAZE
Marvin’s heart raced as his mother started coughing, with her whole body shaking on the bed. He held her hand tightly, feeling a surge of fear.“Mom! Are you okay?” he asked, as his voice was trembling.The coughing stopped after a few moments, and her eyes slowly opened. She looked weak and tired, but she recognized him. Her lips parted, and with a shaky voice, she whispered, “Marvin…”“Yes… yes, Mom. I’m right here,” he said quickly, leaning closer.“Marvin!” she repeated, as if she couldn’t believe he was really there.“I’m here with you, Mom. I won’t leave you all alone.” he assured her, with his hand gently squeezing hers.A tear rolled down her cheek, and she whispered, “They… they stabbed me. A ghost… he just appeared out of nowhere…”Marvin’s face tightened with anger, but he forced himself to stay calm. “Mom, I know the people responsible for this. I promise you, they will pay for what they’ve done.”He didn’t want to explain too much, he didn't want to go into details of who
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR BLOOD AND VOWS
Inside, Dr. Felix’s office was meticulously organized, with shelves lined by thick medical volumes, a wall of diplomas and accolades, and a large, dark mahogany desk. The faint smell of antiseptic lingered in the air.Dr. Felix, a tall man with sharp features and weary eyes, looked up from his notes and gave Marvin a polite nod. “Hello, Mr. Richmond,” he said, gesturing to the chair opposite his desk. “Please, have a seat.”Marvin sank into the chair, his body was tense, and his mind was already racing with questions he wanted to ask about the surgery needed to cure his mother’s condition. But just as he was about to speak, his attention was caught by a TV screen mounted on the wall behind Dr. Felix. The screen displayed the muted broadcast of a local news station, but the headline running across the bottom was impossible to ignore."JESSICA ZYPHER MEETS NEOVALLE'S GOVERNOR SENATOR WEBSTER CONCERNING PROJECT HELIOS."The name "Jessica Zypher" was enough to send a surge of anger thro
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR DEMAND AND URGENCY
Two days later, Marvin stepped out of an Uber in front of Astris Bank. He was sweating, his shirt was clinging to his back as he moved toward the bank's entrance. The heat outside wasn’t helping, but it wasn’t just the weather making him sweat. Dr. Felix had told him the amount needed for his mother’s surgery—and it was a large sum. They demanded cash, and Marvin had no choice but to withdraw it.Inside, Marvin approached one of the cashiers, a woman with a stern face and tired eyes. She looked up briefly as he stepped forward, her expression was irritated, as if she didn’t want to be bothered."Hello, miss. I wish to withdraw some money with this card," Marvin said, holding out his Diamond Royale card.The cashier's eyebrows raised slightly when she saw the card. Such card was rare, usually held by only the wealthiest clients. Her expression softened, and her irritation was replaced with a hint of respect, though she still seemed unsure if the card would even work."How much do y
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR LINES IN THE SAND
As Marvin stood in the doorway, his eyes locked onto Daniel’s. He could see the shock on Daniel’s face—the flash of fear, quickly replaced by defensiveness. A faint glow appeared on Daniel’s forehead, right on the synapticore mark—a small, pulsing mark that made it clear to Marvin that Daniel was tensed and afraid. Daniel's reaction was a detail that Marvin knew all too well, a sign that his stepbrother was unsettled.For a moment, memories came flooding back to Marvin. He remembered what had happened in Westwood, the times Daniel had humiliated him, looked down on him, treated him as less than family. The anger that had simmered for so long began to rise, hot and sharp. He felt the urge to storm across the room, to finally confront Daniel face-to-face after a long time and beat him up. He wanted to show him what it felt like to be afraid.Daniel could see it in Marvin’s eyes. The anger, the long-held resentment. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his mouth was opening slightl
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR CHECKMATE 1
As Marvin held Daniel by the collar, he could feel Daniel's breath quickening, coming in short, panicked gasps. Daniel tried to summon the synapticore force on his forehead—the small, glowing mark that pulsed with power—but before he could activate it, Marvin struck him hard right on that very spot.Daniel’s head snapped back, and his face twisted in pain, and the faint glow on his forehead flickered and died. He was too stunned to react, momentarily helpless in Marvin’s grip.The office secretary, who had been watching the scene unfold from her desk, let out a shocked gasp. Her hand flew to her mouth as she turned and hurried out of the office, with her footsteps echoing down the hall.Marvin leaned in close, his voice calm but cold. “And make sure you’re paying attention to what I’m about to say,” he said, his tone was dangerous. “Because I’m not going to repeat myself.”Daniel’s face was pale, his eyes turned wide with terror and pain. He gritted his teeth, but the fear was cle
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE FEAR FACTOR
Mr. Austin was the first to react, as his face twisted in outrage. “Are you serious?” he asked, his voice was dripping with contempt. He couldn’t believe the audacity of Marvin’s demand.Another man, the one with the gray beard, shook his head with a sneer. “You march in here, dressed like that, and think you can demand that kind of money from us? Are you mad?”The rest of the men murmured their disapproval, some of them scoffing openly. They couldn’t understand why Marvin, who looked like a common man off the street, would have the nerve to make such an outrageous demand. To them, it sounded insane.But Marvin stood his ground, unfazed by their reactions. He met each of their eyes, calm and unflinching, as if he knew something they didn’t. There was a quiet power in his stance—a confidence that left the men feeling uneasy, despite their anger.Marvin turned to Daniel, his voice turned steady and calm. “Well, if you refuse to give me that money, I’m going to expose Daniel’s little N
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NO WAY OUT
Darius Crowe’s heart pounded so hard it felt like it was trying to break out of his chest. His hands were clammy, his shirt was sticking to his back, and beads of sweat ran down his temples. Despite the air conditioner inside the car, the air inside the car felt thick, suffocating, as if he were trapped in a coffin.The convoy slowed to a halt in front of Neovalle City Hospital, its towering glass structure reflecting the gray skies above. Darius’s stomach twisted. His fingers dug into his thighs as his driver turned to him.“We’re here, sir.”Darius swallowed, his throat was dry like sandpaper. His grip on his phone tightened until his knuckles turned white. He didn’t move at first. It felt like the moment he stepped out of the car, his fate would be sealed. He inhaled deeply, but his lungs felt constricted, refusing to take in enough air.Then, with a slow exhale, he pushed the door open.The heavy scent of antiseptic and fresh rain filled his nostrils as he stepped onto the pa
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
