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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A TOAST TO DECEPTION
Mr. Landon smiled, a slow and knowing smile. “I may not follow the news consistently, but I have ears everywhere.”Darius Crowe let out a low, nervous chuckle, but his eyes betrayed his shock. “Well, I must say, Mr. Landon, I’m quite impressed by the efficiency of your spies.”In truth, he was deeply surprised—and slightly disappointed. He had taken great care to keep his involvement in the Lunebrook tragedy a secret. No traces, no loose ends. Yet, somehow, Mr. Landon already knew.For a brief moment, Crowe considered how much information Mr. Landon truly had. Had someone betrayed him? Or was Landon just that powerful?Before he could fully gather his thoughts, Mr. Landon’s voice cut through his hesitation.“I believe I asked you a question.”Crowe blinked, his mind was still slightly unsettled. “I… I didn’t catch that, sir.”Mr. Landon sighed, his tone carried a hint of impatience. “I asked if these policies were passed after you planned the disaster in Lunebrook.”Darius Crowe swal
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR UNSEEN FORCES
Inside a spacious, high-tech workshop within Helios enterprise, Marvin Richmond sat hunched over a sleek worktable, his sharp eyes were locked onto a holographic screen. The room around him was quiet, save for the soft hum of machines and the occasional beep from the devices he worked with.Blueprints of an advanced drone flickered on the screen in front of him. The images showed intricate mechanical designs, delicate energy circuits, and the outer casing of the drone, all made to look like a work of art. Marvin’s hands, covered in thin, black gloves, moved swiftly over the worktable, adjusting tiny components with the precision of someone who had spent years perfecting his craft.This was no ordinary drone. It was a stealth reconnaissance model, designed to infiltrate high-risk areas without being detected. Unlike the usual drones used for surveillance, this one had a special feature that no one could replicate: a cloaking mechanism that bent light around it, making it invisible
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR WHO RIGGED THE DRONE?
“Yes… yes, Luminar, it’s been a long time,” Marvin said in his subconscious, his voice was calm but firm. “However, cut the pleasantries. I have something for you.”A soft chuckle echoed through his mind. “And what exactly could that be, Mr. Marvin?” Luminar’s voice was smooth, almost amused.Marvin leaned forward slightly, his glowing blue eyes were locked onto the paused holographic footage. “I need you to analyze this drone’s point-of-view footage,” he said. “Something doesn’t add up. This drone was tested thoroughly before deployment. It passed every safety check just after production. So tell me, why did it explode while covering Darius Crowe’s campaign in Lunebrook?”Luminar went quiet, his presence in Marvin’s mind started fading slightly. Marvin could feel the AI scanning the video feed, breaking it down into data that only an advanced intelligence like Luminar could process. The silence stretched on, with the only sound in the workshop being the soft hum of Marvin’s lapt
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE LAID OFF ENGINEER
A sharp beep echoed through the dimly lit workshop. The holographic projection flickered violently before stabilizing.Then, Luminar spoke.“IDENTITY OF DEVICE PLANTER: CONFIRMED.”Marvin held his breath, his glowing blue eyes started narrowing. The anticipation was suffocating.Luminar's voice deepened, carrying an eerie weight.“Name: Ethan Voss.”Marvin’s pupils shrank. Ethan Voss?! The name sent a jolt through his mind.He clenched his fists. "Are you sure?"Instead of answering immediately, Luminar directed him toward a workstation in the corner of the room.“Boss, move to the terminal on your right,” the synaptic echo instructed.Marvin turned sharply. A PC was already switched on, its screen was dimly glowing. But he hadn't turned it on.His pulse quickened.The moment he stepped closer, the screen suddenly came to life.A series of rapid system breaches flashed across the monitor. Lines of code ran like a storm—commands were executed at an unnatural speed.“Luminar…” Marvin’s
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE CROWE-VOSS LINK
Marvin’s glowing blue eyes stayed locked on the screen, his pulse was steady but quick.The PC hummed with raw energy as Luminar worked, with the data streaming in like a digital storm.Lines of code flickered. Files opened and closed at blinding speed. The workshop lights dimmed slightly as if reacting to the sheer power flowing through the system.Then, suddenly—BEEP.Marvin’s head snapped toward the screen."Luminar," he said, his voice was sharp with anticipation. "You said you found something."There was a brief silence before Luminar responded, its voice was steady yet mechanical.“Boss, patience,” Luminar said. “I am in the process of making the data visible.”Marvin exhaled heavily, with his fingers gripping the edge of the desk. His patience was running thin, but he knew better than to rush Luminar.The PC’s screen flickered violently. A strange pulse ran through the system. Then—A ping echoed through the workshop.Marvin’s eyes narrowed as two images loaded onto the screen
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR OUT OF THE HOSPITAL INTO THE FIRE
Marvin’s fingers tightened around the phone as he listened intently. Dr. Hayes took a slow breath before speaking."Marvin, listen carefully. I just got word that Ethan Voss is about to be discharged from the hospital."Marvin’s heart pounded harder. "Discharged?" He frowned. "That doesn’t make any sense. He should still need medical attention shouldn't he."Dr. Hayes sighed, his voice dropped slightly. "It’s not a normal discharge, Marvin. It’s being forced."Marvin sat up straighter, his glowing blue eyes were flickering. "Forced? By who?""A few men loyal to Darius Crowe," Dr. Hayes said. "They came into my office a few minutes ago. They told me they are moving Ethan Voss to a private facility—one they claim is more advanced than my hospital."Marvin’s mind raced. This wasn’t right. If Crowe’s men were involved, it meant Ethan Voss was being taken somewhere for a reason—most likely to keep him away from prying eyes.But how could they suspect that his security was not guaranteed a
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE VANISHING CONVOY
Smoke and flames filled the air as the SUV carrying Ethan Voss lay on its side, crushed and burning. The loud explosions had shaken the entire highway.But this was no random accident.The people behind the attack had planned everything carefully.Two hours before the SUVs left the hospital, a black van had been parked near a small coffee shop along the route. Inside the van, four men wearing dark clothes and sunglasses were watching the hospital entrance.One of them, a man with a scar across his cheek, spoke into a small radio.“They’re moving. Get ready.”A few kilometers down the highway, another group of men were already preparing the trap.They knew the convoy’s route perfectly. Earlier that morning, they had scattered small, black waterproof packages on the side of the road.To anyone watching, it looked harmless. The men pretended to throw away some trash while walking along the highway. No one suspected that those “pieces of trash” were actually mines, waiting to explode.
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR HELIOS ON THE BRINK
Inside Marvin Richmond’s private lab, the lights were dim. The air smelled of antiseptic, cold and clean.Ethan Voss lay on a white hospital bed, his body was covered with bandages. A thin blanket was pulled up to his chest. The heart monitor beside him beeped softly, showing a slow but steady rhythm.A tall man in a white coat stood beside the bed, checking Ethan’s pulse. His name was Dr. Lewis, a trusted doctor sent by Dr. Hayes to treat Ethan’s injuries upon Marvin's request.Marvin Richmond stood a few feet away, his arms were crossed tightly. His sharp eyes never left Ethan’s pale face.“How bad is he?” Marvin asked, his voice was cold, but there was a hint of worry.Dr. Lewis sighed, removing his gloves. His expression was serious.“He’s stable now, but the injuries are severe,” the doctor said quietly. “He has two broken ribs, a concussion, and a deep cut on his right thigh. He also inhaled a lot of smoke from the fire… If we hadn’t treated him quickly, he might not have made
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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
