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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR UNSETTLING NEWS
Back in his lavish private spa room, Mr Richmond lay back on a comfortable lounge chair, his eyes were closed as soft music played in the background. The warm steam and the soothing scent of lavender filled the air of the private spa room. The events of the day felt distant now, almost like a bad dream he was finally waking up from.Beside him, Dana Orion, his wife, was scrolling through her phone, with a slight smile playing on her lips. Her Instagram page had exploded with new followers ever since they got married, and now, every post seemed to be filled with congratulations and admiration.“Look at this, honey,” Dana said, showing him her phone screen. “They’re all talking about us. Some are even saying that we’re the new power couple of Westwood.”Mr Richmond smiled faintly, not opening his eyes. “Good for them. I’m just glad I can finally relax.”Dana nodded, though she looked a bit worried. She knew today had been tough for him, overseeing some projects and attending to some
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR TARIQ'S MASTERSTROKE
Darren fumbled with the hologram machine, his hands were shaking slightly as he set it up on the small table in front of Mr. Richmond. A few seconds later, the device flickered to life, projecting a clear image into the center of the room. It showed a well-lit studio, where Tariq Khyber, the CEO of the Khyber Group, was seated across from a John Larry a famous TV pundit.Tariq’s smile was wide and genuine, his face was glowing with triumph, like he had just achieved something extraordinary. Mr. Richmond’s expression hardened as soon as he saw his rival. That smile meant only one thing: progress. And progress for the Khybers was bad news for the Richmonds.Mr. Richmond clenched his jaw, feeling a wave of anger wash over him. Tariq Khyber wasn’t just any competitor—he was one of the most cunning and crafty men in Westwood’s business world. Every victory Tariq scored was a threat to Mr. Richmond’s empire.“What is this?” Mr. Richmond asked, his voice was edged with frustration as he s
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE RISING FEAR
Tariq leaned back in his chair, letting the moment hang in the air before he answered the host’s question."How much?" the host asked again, leaning forward, eager for the response.Tariq smiled, his eyes were gleaming. “Around fifty billion dollars.”Mr. Richmond's world froze.Fifty billion? His son, Marvin—whom he had always thought of as a failure—was was now actually a billionaire? And not just a billionaire, but someone who had made that fortune without any help or affiliation with him?He couldn’t believe it. It didn’t make sense. His son, whom he had disowned and cast aside, had managed to pull off a deal that no one else could. Marvin had somehow become a powerful player behind the scenes, without his father even knowing.Mr. Richmond felt like the ground was shifting beneath him. His chest tightened, his pulse pounded in his ears. How could this have happened? How could Marvin, of all people, have outplayed him like this?Across the room, Martha's eyes widened in shock as
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR AN UNUSUAL REQUEST
At exactly ten in the morning, Marvin stepped out of his suite. The hallway was filled with hotel staff scurrying to and fro and each of them bowed in greeting as he passed.He had done the impossible some days ago and that act left them in awe and they were impressed.But Marvin didn’t even glance at them. He moved with purpose, his gaze was set straight ahead. The whispers of respect and fear followed him like a shadow.As he reached the front doors, he stepped into the bright courtyard. There, waiting for him, was a sleek Lamborghini Aventador limousine. Standing next to it was the butler assigned to him, dressed sharply in his uniform.“Good morning, sir,” the butler greeted, bowing deeply.“Yes, good morning,” Marvin replied, his voice was calm but distant.The butler straightened up and asked, “Please, sir, may I know the reason for your outing today and where you wish to go?”Marvin glanced at him. “I want you to drive me to a restaurant that serves spicy peanut butter noodles
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR WHO IS THE REAL ELITE? 1
“Why did you trip me, you wicked and pathetic excuse of a man?” she snapped, with a voice that was full of accusation. Marvin blinked, completely taken aback. “What? I didn’t trip you!” For goodness sake, he hadn’t even moved from his seat. The stylish woman crossed her arms and glared at Marvin. “What do you mean you didn’t?” she said, with a voice that was dripping with disbelief. Marvin looked down at his shirt, the bright red stain glaring back at him. His face hardened, and anger flashed in his eyes. He stood up abruptly, glaring at the woman. “Look, young woman,” he said, with a voice that was tight with frustration, “I didn’t do anything you’re accusing me of. I didn’t trip you. In fact, you owe me an apology for lying against me and ruining my shirt!” He pointed at the stain, his words were firm and demanding. A few people around the restaurant gasped at Marvin’s bold demand. The woman’s eyes narrowed as she looked Marvin up and down, her expression had turned ev
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR WHO IS THE REAL ELITE? 2
As Marvin stepped outside the restaurant, one of the girls in the group leaned closer to their leader and whispered with a smirk, "Your friend is here."The leader rolled her eyes in disgust. "Please, don’t make fun of me by associating me with that average, pathetic excuse of a man," she spat, glaring at Marvin from a distance.Marvin was just outside, holding his phone up to his ear as if making a call. He looked calm now, but still had the same determined expression on his face.The leader of the girls snapped her fingers suddenly. "Girls, I have an idea."The others perked up, looking curious. "What is it?" one of them asked."Well," the leader began, with her lips curling into a sly smile, "instead of waiting for an Uber, we could go over and talk to that butler by the Lamborghini. If we’re lucky, he could introduce us to his boss, and maybe we’ll get to enjoy a ride in that luxurious car, and get to know him. Trust me, no man would be able to resist sexy and extremely attractive
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR NO PLACE FOR GOLDDIGGERS
Inside the limousine, the girls were still chatting excitedly. They had poured themselves glasses of wine from the mini-fridge, and their laughter echoed through the luxurious vehicle."This place is incredible!" one of the girls exclaimed, taking a sip of wine."I feel like we’re living in a movie," another added, stretching out on the soft leather seats.The expensive looking lady grinned smugly as she leaned back, holding a crystal glass. "This is just the beginning, girls. Once we meet the boss of this car, our lives will be set."As they enjoyed their drinks and continued talking, the limo door suddenly swung open. The girls all looked up, startled. Standing there was Marvin, the man they had insulted in the restaurant. His expression was calm, but his eyes held a serious look.The leader of the girls gasped, as her face turned pale. "What… what are you doing here?" she stuttered, struggling to find her words.Marvin who was still outside, crossed his arms. "I think I should be
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR REALITY OR ILLUSION?
"Yes, sir," the butler responded, gripping the steering wheel."Okay I will like you to drive me there.""Okay sir Marvin."Marvin settled into the backseat, and after a moment, he spoke. "So, what do you think of tech? It's been changing the world, hasn’t it?"The butler hesitated before answering. "Well, sir, I can’t say I’m a fan of all the new gadgets and machines. It’s made people lazy, if you ask me. Everyone relies too much on technology. They’ve stopped using their hands, their heads... It's like they’ve forgotten how to do things the old way."Marvin listened quietly, curious. "So, you don’t like tech at all?"The butler sighed. "Not entirely. I admit, some machines have been helpful to me over the years. Made my work easier, saved me time. But overall, I think it’s made people softer."Marvin nodded, though his expression showed a spark of excitement. "Well, I’m the opposite. I’m a huge tech enthusiast. I love everything about it."The butler glanced at him in the rearview m
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NOW TELL ME… WHO IS THE GREATER EVIL?
Marvin blinked slowly.The light around him pulsed gently, like the soft beat of a heart. As the glow grew brighter, the shadows peeled away. The strange man in the lab coat kept working—his back was still turned, his hands were flying across papers and tools.Marvin stepped forward, carefully. The ground didn’t feel like ground at all—it was like walking on thought itself.With each step, the man’s movements became clearer.He was desperate. Fast. Focused.His white lab coat was soaked in sweat. Papers were scattered everywhere. Machines buzzed and beeped quietly. The man wiped his forehead, then grabbed a pen and started scribbling again.Marvin squinted… then froze.His heart jumped.That face…The man turned around—and it was him.The Prime Minister.Not the one who stood tall and powerful in the real world—but a tired, sleepless version. His eyes were bloodshot. His hair was rough. He looked like he hadn’t rested in days.Marvin’s mouth opened slightly in shock.“What… What is
MIND AGAINST MOUNTAIN
Marvin’s rage boiled over.Without thinking, he stretched out both hands. More tools—heavy ones, sharp ones, long ones—rattled violently on the workbench. One by one, they rose into the air, spinning like blades of a deadly storm. Then, with a furious scream, Marvin launched them at the Prime Minister.But nothing touched him.With a calm wave of his hand, the Prime Minister’s Synapticore Force surged again. One after another, the tools froze mid-air—hovering like trapped birds.And then… they slowly floated back to their original places, gently setting down exactly where Marvin had pulled them from.Marvin’s face twisted with disbelief and frustration.He knew that the prime minister had a strong synapticore force, but seeing him exhibit speed in thwarting his efforts made him mad.He tried again. He roared and summoned even more objects from the corners of the room. Pipes, bolts, scrap metals—all lifted into the air and flew toward the Prime Minister with deadly speed.But once ag
PATRICIA'S PAIN MARVIN'S RAGE
Marvin’s chest rose and fell like a drum. His eyes were still fixed on the Prime Minister.“Then explain the injection,” he said coldly. “That thing you gave her… that made her scream, that made her lose herself. What was in it? Why did you inject your own daughter with something that caused her more pain than she could bear?The Prime Minister's calm expression didn’t change. But Marvin’s voice grew louder, stronger, sharper.“Don’t you dare say it was for her own good! That injection broke her—it turned her into something else! You say you wanted to save her, but all you did was destroy her!”Uncle Christopher stepped forward quickly, his voice was sharp and full of concern.“That’s enough, Marvin!” he snapped. “You’re acting like a child! You don’t know what really happened. You don't understand any of this. You think you do, but you don’t!”Marvin turned to face him, his eyes were burning with betrayal.“Oh, really? And I guess you know everything now?” Marvin shouted. “Of course
FURY AND DENIAL
"You... you..." Marvin stuttered, his voice was shaking as he took a slow step forward.His eyes were locked onto the Prime Minister. His breath was shallow, but his heart burned with rage."You manipulated me," Marvin said at last, his voice was low but firm. "I know everything. About your daughter—Patricia. About your wife’s mental struggles after Patricia's death. The depression. The hate she poured out... not just on you, but on our kind."He stopped just a few feet away from the old man, his fists were clenched so tight his knuckles turned white."You let it all happen. You used me," Marvin continued, now louder. "You knew what she was doing! You knew the root cause, the real reason why she wanted to destroy us—and all you prescribed as the solution was for her to be killed! You created her dark ideology and her hatred towards us over beings, yet you made it seem like you are the hero here, while you are the greater evil."Despite Marvin's boldness, he was very surprised at the f
PRIME CONFRONTATION
The drive to Uncle Christopher’s residence was quiet. Marvin sat at the back seat of the black car, his eyes fixed on the blur of buildings and trees rushing past. His mind, however, was storming. Roderick drove with his usual focus, not saying a word, respecting Marvin’s silence.When they arrived, the gates opened automatically. The mansion loomed ahead—tall, cold, and strangely intimidating. Roderick parked near the entrance and stepped out quickly to open the door for Marvin.Marvin got out slowly. His legs felt heavy, not from the ride, but from the tension building in his chest. Before he could say anything, a servant dressed in all-black uniform appeared by the door.“Welcome, sir Marvin,” the servant said, giving a respectful bow. “Please, come with me. Uncle Christopher is expecting you.”Marvin nodded silently and followed.The servant led him through the marble corridors of the mansion. They entered the elevator, and the servant pressed the button to the top floor.Marv
SHADOWS IN THE MIRROR
Marvin took a deep breath, trying to shake off the weight of the conversation with Uncle Christopher. He stood still for a moment in the private gym, the sound of his rapid heartbeat was echoing in his ears. He needed to prepare himself—funny enough he cared less about what the Prime Minister had in store for him. All he thought of was how he would confront the prime minister to get the truth from him.He wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked over to the mirror. His face was flushed from the treadmill, his muscles sore, but his mind was sharp. He couldn’t let his guard down. Not with everything that had happened, not now. After taking his bath and cleaning up his body, he walked to the small closet in the corner and grabbed a black jacket from the hanger. He tossed it on and looked at himself in the mirror for a moment longer, running a hand through his disheveled hair.His phone buzzed on the counter, cutting through the silence. He grabbed it quickly, expecting a message
A CALL TO CONFRONTATION
Within five days, the news of Mrs. Evelyn Davidson’s suicide spread like wildfire across the entire Federation.Every news channel was reporting it.Newspapers carried the story on their front pages.Social media was filled with videos, pictures, and comments.The whole country was in shock.People couldn’t believe it.How could the First Lady—the Prime Minister’s wife—take her own life?The Mezzanine balcony where she jumped from became a popular scene. People went there to lay flowers. Others cried. Some just stood, staring silently.Flags across the nation flew at half-mast.Many dignitaries, powerful leaders, and celebrities sent their condolences.The President of the Global Alliance gave a touching tribute.Heads of tech companies, foreign ministers, and top business leaders posted their respects online.And even the AETC—Advanced Energy and Technology Commission where she was the director—held a special moment of silence during their annual summit in memory of Mrs. Evelyn.Acco
LAVENDER AND BLOOD
The sniper's eyes grew wide as he kept staring through the scope.He couldn't believe what he was seeing.“Why is she… what the hell is she doing?” he whispered, shocked.His heart began to race.He saw Mrs. Evelyn now standing on the railing of the balcony. She was clearly about to jump.Confused and panicked, the sniper lifted his head from the scope.But just as he did—Tap. Tap.Two soft taps landed on his back.He froze.A cold chill crept down his spine.Slowly, with fear in his bones, he turned around.And standing right behind him… was an old man in a black coat.The sniper’s heart skipped a beat.Before he could speak—before he could even blink—SMASH!The old man delivered a fast, powerful punch right into the sniper’s face.CRACK!The sniper’s body flew back a little, then fell hard to the rooftop floor.He was knocked out cold.Not a sound. Not a word.The old man stood still, breathing calmly.It was the Prime Minister.His eyes were sharp. Cold. Empty.He slowly picked u
WHISPERS INTO THE ABYSS
Marvin leaned forward slowly, his eyes were still locked on Mrs. Evelyn. The energy around him pulsed, calm and steady. His voice remained soft and hypnotic, like a gentle wind whispering in the ear.“Mrs. Evelyn,” he said again, “do you remember when everything seemed right in your life?”Her eyes, glassy and dazed, barely moved.“You had a job. A good one. You were proud of yourself. You were building a future. You met a man… someone who made you feel seen. You got married. You had a child, with time you had children. Your world was bright then, wasn’t it?”A faint tear rolled down Evelyn’s cheek, but she didn’t move. Her arms hung limp by her side.“But life,” Marvin said, his voice even softer, “life always has deal breakers. It always hides things. Twists things. You didn’t know who your husband really was. He wasn’t normal. He was an Over Being.”Mrs. Evelyn blinked slowly, her lips parted slightly. The words were slipping deep into her mind.“Your daughter…” Marvin’s tone lowe
