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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE WEIGHT OF GOLD AND SECRETS
Under the shimmering glow of a crystal chandelier, Marvin sat cross-legged on a plush leather sofa in his private VVIP lounge of the Aurora Grand Hotel. The faint hum of ambient classical music played in the background, adding an air of serenity to the luxurious space.Marvin’s eyes, glowing an unnatural shade of sky-blue, were fixated on a five-kilogram bar of gold levitating in front of him. Suspended by the sheer force of his telekinesis, the bar rotated slowly in the air, reflecting shimmering streaks of light across the room. With a slight twitch of his fingers, the gold moved forward and back, spinning faster as if caught in an invisible vortex.His focus was interrupted by the vibration of his phone on the glass table beside him. Without turning his head, the bar of gold gently floated to rest on the table. Marvin’s glowing eyes dimmed, returning to their usual dark hue. He picked up the phone, glanced at the caller ID, and smirked. “Luiz,” he murmured, his voice smooth as
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE MARKET'S ROAR
Two days later, Victor Vayne woke up at exactly 7:30 in the morning. The sun was already peeking through the blinds of his bedroom window, casting streaks of golden light across his neatly arranged room. Slowly, he sat up on the edge of his king-sized bed, rubbed his face, and let out a low sigh.Dragging himself to the bathroom, Victor grabbed his toothbrush and began brushing his teeth. The minty flavor of the toothpaste refreshed him, but his thoughts were far from calm. Once he was done, he splashed some cold water on his face, dried it with a soft towel, and headed to the kitchen.The aroma of freshly brewed coffee soon filled the air. Victor poured himself a cup, the steam swirling lazily upward. He took a small sip, allowing the warmth to settle in his chest, but his mind was still uneasy.Victor picked up his phone from the kitchen counter, his heart quickened as he unlocked the screen. He was expecting to see missed calls or messages from Luiz Tarejo or Carlos Santos, th
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE SILENT ROAD
Victor pressed his phone closer to his ear, his heart was still racing. “You better not be joking, Luiz. I’m not in the mood for games.” His voice was sharp, almost cutting.Luiz, however, didn’t falter. His laugh was hearty and sincere. “No, Señor Vayne! I swear to you, I am not joking. Why would I joke about this, eh? I am telling you the truth. Carlos Santos, he confirmed it to me. The robotics company, Robosure, they are ready to buy everything. The profit, it will be one hundred twelve million dollars! Believe me, Señor, it is real. You know me—I do not play with serious business like this!”Victor exhaled slowly, his nerves still tingling. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he paced the kitchen. “Alright, Luiz. I hear you. But don’t get too comfortable or start celebrating yet. Things can still go wrong, you understand?”Luiz’s tone became earnest. “Señor, I understand, I do. But trust me, everything is fine. The customers, they love the Dynocell batteries. The explosion probl
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE UNINVITED GUEST
Victor frowned, his expression was hardening despite the cold sweat on his brow. His voice, though trembling slightly, carried an air of forced arrogance. "What do you want, Marvin?"The voice on the other end was calm, almost mocking. "I just want to ask how everything is going with your business and personal life. I hope all is well?"Victor’s lips curled in disdain. "And how does that concern you?" His tone was sharp, dismissive.Marvin chuckled softly. "It doesn’t concern me much. I just wanted to check on the man who influenced the suspension of my company’s distribution rights. You know, the one who thought he could ruin me. I’m curious how you’re managing to hold your falling company and failing marriage together."Victor’s face darkened with confusion and anger. His jaw tightened as he snapped, "What do you mean, you loser? My company is not falling! If you must know, my company just made a profit of one hundred and twelve million dollars in the retail market. And as for my m
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE INTRUDER
Victor’s eyes darted between Marvin and the door as if expecting his security team to burst in and drag the intruder out. But nothing happened. The room was deathly silent except for Marvin’s steady, calm breathing."You... how did you even—" Victor’s voice cracked, his words were faltering under the weight of shock and hatred. His lips trembled as he pointed an accusing finger at Marvin, his mind was spinning.Marvin raised an eyebrow, leaning slightly forward. “What’s the matter, Victor? Lost for words?” His tone dripped with mockery. He smirked and spread his arms wide. “You’re excited to see me, aren’t you? Come, give me a hug.”Victor’s jaw clenched, and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of his desk. His eyes burned with pure hatred, yet he didn’t move. Marvin’s calmness was unnerving.With the nonchalance of someone who owned the room, Marvin strode to one of the chairs opposite Victor’s desk and sat down, crossing one leg over the other. He looked completely at
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A DECLARATION OF DEFEAT
Victor’s lips trembled as he stammered, “What… what are you even talking about?”Marvin leaned back in his chair, taking a moment to adjust the cuffs of his sleeve before fixing Victor with a piercing gaze. “I will tell you what I’m talking about,” he said, with a tone that was calm but laced with menace. He paused, savoring the tension in the room. “You declared war on me, hoping to destroy my franchise, all in the name of revenge. Not too long ago. Remember?”Victor’s jaw clenched, his mind was racing. He did remember. The memory of that declaration burned bright in his mind—it was a moment of triumph, or so he had thought. But now, as Marvin stared him down with unnerving confidence, that victory felt like a distant dream.Marvin smirked. “Well, let me boldly declare something to you.” His voice dropped slightly, each word was sharp and deliberate. “You have lost.”The words struck Victor like a physical blow, his anger started bubbling to the surface. His eyes burned with hatred
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR SCAMMED AND CORNERED
Marvin’s piercing gaze remained fixed on Victor as he spoke into the phone, his tone was calm yet unnervingly smug.“Where are the drivers and the monetary profits gotten from the Voltforge Dynocell batteries there at the retail market?” Marvin asked, the question cut through the tension in the room like a blade.Luiz Tarejo’s voice came through clearly on the other end of the line. “They’re at my stronghold.”Victor’s ears perked up at the response. Stronghold. That sounds like that’s where Luiz and his cartel operated.Marvin’s eyes flickered with understanding as he leaned back in his chair. His smirk grew even wider. “You’ve done well, Mr. Tarejo,” he said, his voice was smooth and calculated. “Make sure everything is finalized as planned. I’ll be expecting the report and a possible spending spree by tomorrow.”Victor’s fists clenched at his sides, his nails started digging painfully into his palms. His blood boiled as the realization sank in. These bastards were talking about hi
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR BURN OR SURRENDER
Victor Vayne’s fingers tightened around the grip of the gun, his knuckles started turning white as he aimed it directly at Marvin’s head. His face was red with rage, his chest was rising and falling with rapid, furious breaths. His eyes burned with a wild intensity, and his entire body trembled with barely contained fury. He had never felt this level of anger before—not just anger, but the raw, unfiltered eagerness to pull the trigger and blow Marvin’s head off. Marvin’s smug expression faltered for a brief second. He hadn’t expected Victor to react this quickly. But as soon as that moment passed, he regained his composure, leaning back casually in his chair as if the gun pointed at him was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. “Wow,” Marvin said, tilting his head slightly. His voice was dripping with mockery. “What is that? A gun?” Victor’s grip on the weapon tightened, and his whole body started trembling with rage. “Give me back my money, or I swear I’ll blow your fucking
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CHECKMATE: GAME OVER MR VAYNE
Victor Vayne stood frozen, his mind started racing for a solution—but nothing came. His brain, which had always been sharp in times of crisis, was blank. It was as if his entire world had collapsed in an instant. His grip on the gun remained firm, but for the first time, his fingers felt numb. His eyes, still locked on Marvin, burned with hatred, yet deep inside, fear was creeping in like a slow poison.Meanwhile, his assistants had lost all composure.One by one, they bolted for the door, shoving past each other in blind panic."Run! He’s planted a bomb!" one of them screamed."Get out of the building now!" another shouted as they disappeared down the hallway.The sound of their footsteps echoed like thunder as they stormed through Voltforge’s corridors, their terror started spreading like wildfire.Outside the office, chaos erupted. Staff on the evening shift, who had just been going about their usual business, were suddenly thrown into a state of confusion.“What’s happening?” so
BURN OR SURRENDER
Victor Vayne’s fingers tightened around the grip of the gun, his knuckles started turning white as he aimed it directly at Marvin’s head. His face was red with rage, his chest was rising and falling with rapid, furious breaths. His eyes burned with a wild intensity, and his entire body trembled with barely contained fury. He had never felt this level of anger before—not just anger, but the raw, unfiltered eagerness to pull the trigger and blow Marvin’s head off. Marvin’s smug expression faltered for a brief second. He hadn’t expected Victor to react this quickly. But as soon as that moment passed, he regained his composure, leaning back casually in his chair as if the gun pointed at him was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. “Wow,” Marvin said, tilting his head slightly. His voice was dripping with mockery. “What is that? A gun?” Victor’s grip on the weapon tightened, and his whole body started trembling with rage. “Give me back my money, or I swear I’ll blow your fucking
SCAMMED AND CORNERED
Marvin’s piercing gaze remained fixed on Victor as he spoke into the phone, his tone was calm yet unnervingly smug.“Where are the drivers and the monetary profits gotten from the Voltforge Dynocell batteries there at the retail market?” Marvin asked, the question cut through the tension in the room like a blade.Luiz Tarejo’s voice came through clearly on the other end of the line. “They’re at my stronghold.”Victor’s ears perked up at the response. Stronghold. That sounds like that’s where Luiz and his cartel operated.Marvin’s eyes flickered with understanding as he leaned back in his chair. His smirk grew even wider. “You’ve done well, Mr. Tarejo,” he said, his voice was smooth and calculated. “Make sure everything is finalized as planned. I’ll be expecting the report and a possible spending spree by tomorrow.”Victor’s fists clenched at his sides, his nails started digging painfully into his palms. His blood boiled as the realization sank in. These bastards were talking about hi
A DECLARATION OF DEFEAT
Victor’s lips trembled as he stammered, “What… what are you even talking about?”Marvin leaned back in his chair, taking a moment to adjust the cuffs of his sleeve before fixing Victor with a piercing gaze. “I will tell you what I’m talking about,” he said, with a tone that was calm but laced with menace. He paused, savoring the tension in the room. “You declared war on me, hoping to destroy my franchise, all in the name of revenge. Not too long ago. Remember?”Victor’s jaw clenched, his mind was racing. He did remember. The memory of that declaration burned bright in his mind—it was a moment of triumph, or so he had thought. But now, as Marvin stared him down with unnerving confidence, that victory felt like a distant dream.Marvin smirked. “Well, let me boldly declare something to you.” His voice dropped slightly, each word was sharp and deliberate. “You have lost.”The words struck Victor like a physical blow, his anger started bubbling to the surface. His eyes burned with hatred
THE INTRUDER
Victor’s eyes darted between Marvin and the door as if expecting his security team to burst in and drag the intruder out. But nothing happened. The room was deathly silent except for Marvin’s steady, calm breathing."You... how did you even—" Victor’s voice cracked, his words were faltering under the weight of shock and hatred. His lips trembled as he pointed an accusing finger at Marvin, his mind was spinning.Marvin raised an eyebrow, leaning slightly forward. “What’s the matter, Victor? Lost for words?” His tone dripped with mockery. He smirked and spread his arms wide. “You’re excited to see me, aren’t you? Come, give me a hug.”Victor’s jaw clenched, and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of his desk. His eyes burned with pure hatred, yet he didn’t move. Marvin’s calmness was unnerving.With the nonchalance of someone who owned the room, Marvin strode to one of the chairs opposite Victor’s desk and sat down, crossing one leg over the other. He looked completely at
THE UNINVITED GUEST
Victor frowned, his expression was hardening despite the cold sweat on his brow. His voice, though trembling slightly, carried an air of forced arrogance. "What do you want, Marvin?"The voice on the other end was calm, almost mocking. "I just want to ask how everything is going with your business and personal life. I hope all is well?"Victor’s lips curled in disdain. "And how does that concern you?" His tone was sharp, dismissive.Marvin chuckled softly. "It doesn’t concern me much. I just wanted to check on the man who influenced the suspension of my company’s distribution rights. You know, the one who thought he could ruin me. I’m curious how you’re managing to hold your falling company and failing marriage together."Victor’s face darkened with confusion and anger. His jaw tightened as he snapped, "What do you mean, you loser? My company is not falling! If you must know, my company just made a profit of one hundred and twelve million dollars in the retail market. And as for my m
THE SILENT ROAD
Victor pressed his phone closer to his ear, his heart was still racing. “You better not be joking, Luiz. I’m not in the mood for games.” His voice was sharp, almost cutting.Luiz, however, didn’t falter. His laugh was hearty and sincere. “No, Señor Vayne! I swear to you, I am not joking. Why would I joke about this, eh? I am telling you the truth. Carlos Santos, he confirmed it to me. The robotics company, Robosure, they are ready to buy everything. The profit, it will be one hundred twelve million dollars! Believe me, Señor, it is real. You know me—I do not play with serious business like this!”Victor exhaled slowly, his nerves still tingling. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he paced the kitchen. “Alright, Luiz. I hear you. But don’t get too comfortable or start celebrating yet. Things can still go wrong, you understand?”Luiz’s tone became earnest. “Señor, I understand, I do. But trust me, everything is fine. The customers, they love the Dynocell batteries. The explosion probl
THE MARKET'S ROAR
Two days later, Victor Vayne woke up at exactly 7:30 in the morning. The sun was already peeking through the blinds of his bedroom window, casting streaks of golden light across his neatly arranged room. Slowly, he sat up on the edge of his king-sized bed, rubbed his face, and let out a low sigh.Dragging himself to the bathroom, Victor grabbed his toothbrush and began brushing his teeth. The minty flavor of the toothpaste refreshed him, but his thoughts were far from calm. Once he was done, he splashed some cold water on his face, dried it with a soft towel, and headed to the kitchen.The aroma of freshly brewed coffee soon filled the air. Victor poured himself a cup, the steam swirling lazily upward. He took a small sip, allowing the warmth to settle in his chest, but his mind was still uneasy.Victor picked up his phone from the kitchen counter, his heart quickened as he unlocked the screen. He was expecting to see missed calls or messages from Luiz Tarejo or Carlos Santos, th
THE WEIGHT OF GOLD AND SECRETS
Under the shimmering glow of a crystal chandelier, Marvin sat cross-legged on a plush leather sofa in his private VVIP lounge of the Aurora Grand Hotel. The faint hum of ambient classical music played in the background, adding an air of serenity to the luxurious space.Marvin’s eyes, glowing an unnatural shade of sky-blue, were fixated on a five-kilogram bar of gold levitating in front of him. Suspended by the sheer force of his telekinesis, the bar rotated slowly in the air, reflecting shimmering streaks of light across the room. With a slight twitch of his fingers, the gold moved forward and back, spinning faster as if caught in an invisible vortex.His focus was interrupted by the vibration of his phone on the glass table beside him. Without turning his head, the bar of gold gently floated to rest on the table. Marvin’s glowing eyes dimmed, returning to their usual dark hue. He picked up the phone, glanced at the caller ID, and smirked. “Luiz,” he murmured, his voice smooth as
