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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
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR CONFIDENCE VS CONCERN
A few days later, Stella sat nervously in the reception area of Orion Dynamics, checking her watch every few minutes. She glanced at the clock on the wall—Marvin was late. Her fingers tapped on her phone screen, and she quickly dialed his number. The phone rang, but Marvin didn’t pick up. She sighed, as her hands started sweating. This was a huge day for her, and the conglomerate groups from Navauria were already inside the building. Stella wiped her palms on her skirt and tried to take a deep breath. The waiting room felt too hot, and her heart was pounding in her chest.Finally, the glass doors slid open, and Marvin walked in. He was casually dressed in a plain white t-shirt, a clean pair of jeans, and some black Vans shoes. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and his face carried that calm, confident expression she’d always admired.Stella’s heart nearly skipped a beat. She felt lightheaded for a moment as she watched him stride toward her, each step confident and sure. For
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TENSION AT THE MEZZANINE
Marvin’s jaw tightened. His mind raced through possible ways to turn the situation around, to regain control. But no matter how hard he tried, he kept hitting a wall. Mrs. Evelyn Harold had outplayed him. He had destroyed her submarine, destroyed her research, and yet, here he was—backed into a corner with no clear escape.It was a great surprise really how she could be so smart to gain back the upper hand even when it seemed like she lost everything. His fingers curled slightly against the table. He had built his empire through strategy, through knowing when to push and when to retreat, and this was one of those moments where pride had to be set aside. He needed to think, to buy time.Mrs. Evelyn watched him with quiet amusement, knowing she had him exactly where she wanted. She raised her hand slightly, and the attendants and servers around the mezzanine stopped moving.“Leave us,” she commanded, her tone was sharp and unquestionable.Without hesitation, the servants quickly m
THE WOMAN WITH NOTHING TO LOSE
Marvin’s gaze remained steady as he stepped forward, his expression remained unreadable. He moved with a slow, deliberate pace, his footsteps echoing softly against the polished floor. As he reached the table, he pulled out the chair and took his seat, with his eyes never leaving Mrs. Evelyn Harold.Then, with a smirk that barely reached his eyes, he greeted her."Mrs. Harold," he said, his voice was low and smooth. "It’s an honor."Mrs. Evelyn Harold’s smile did not waver, but there was a glint of something unreadable in her gaze. She set her wine glass down, with her fingers tapping lightly against its rim.Her eyes flickered to his empty hands. "Where is your award?" she asked, arching a brow.Marvin leaned back slightly, his fingers brushing against the armrest of the chair. "I gave it to a friend to hold for me," he said simply, with a tone that was casual but carrying an unmistakable undertone of meaning.Mrs. Evelyn’s lips pressed together briefly before she exhaled, swirli
A TABLE FOR TWO
Helena’s grin widened as she gazed at Marvin, and her eyes were sparkling with admiration.“Congratulations, Marvin. I told you that you would win.”Marvin chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “Well, what can I say? Thank you for believing in me.”Helena’s gaze shifted to the award in his hand. She reached out, brushing her fingers against its smooth surface.“This award… it’s more than just a trophy. It’s proof of your hard work, your brilliance. You deserve this, Marvin.”Marvin smiled, but his eyes remained locked on her. His voice softened as he spoke.“However, having you in front of me is a greater reward than this one in my hand.”Before Helena could respond, Marvin closed the distance between them, cupping her face gently. With a steady gaze, he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers in a deep, passionate kiss.The world around them faded. The applause, the murmuring voices, the flashing lights—it all became a distant hum. In that moment, it was just the two of them, wrap
WRITTEN IN HISTORY
Marvin took a deep breath, letting the moment sink in. The weight of the award in his hands was a reminder of how far he had come.He looked up, his gaze was steady as he addressed the audience. His voice was calm but carried an undeniable strength."First, I want to thank my uncle, Christopher Richmond. Without him, I wouldn't be standing here today. When I was lost, he guided me. When I doubted myself, he believed in me. He taught me that greatness isn’t given—it’s earned. Uncle Christopher, this victory is as much yours as it is mine. Thank you."The audience clapped warmly. Some nodded in agreement, recognizing the older Richmond’s contributions.Marvin continued, "I also want to express my gratitude to the Neovalle government. Years ago, when I presented my project—Helios—it was just an idea, a dream. But this city saw potential where others saw nothing. They gave me my first real platform, and from there, Helios took off. The rest… well, the rest is history. Thank you for believ
CROWNING TRIUMPH
Marvin sat still, his body was tense as the anticipation in the hall thickened. His heart pounded hard against his ribs, each beat was echoing in his ears like a war drum. He felt the pressure of the moment gripping him, the weight of countless expectations resting on his shoulders. His fingers twitched slightly against his thighs, his breath was slow but measured.Meanwhile, Richard Whitfield sat with an air of supreme confidence. He smirked, his chin slightly raised, as if he had already envisioned himself walking onto that stage and shaking hands with the First Lady. The gleam in his eyes screamed victory, his demeanor was one of a man who believed the night belonged to him.Mrs. Evelyn Harold held the decorated envelope in her hands, with her fingers resting lightly on its golden edges. As she stared at the bold lettering inside, her brows furrowed slightly. A flicker of something unreadable crossed her face—annoyance? Displeasure? Whatever it was, it did not go unnoticed.Ma
TECH MAN OF THE YEAR
Marvin’s breath caught in his throat. His pulse quickened as he gazed at Helena, his eyes looked to be searching hers, desperate to understand what she was about to say. He could see the conflict within her, the hesitation and longing battling beneath her trembling lips."Because of what?" Marvin asked, his voice was barely above a whisper.Helena swallowed hard, her hands were still lightly touching his face. Slowly, she exhaled, as if gathering the courage to reveal the truth she had hidden for so long."Because I love you, Marvin," she said softly, with a voice that was filled with raw emotion. "I wanted to be with you in every way possible. I wanted to love you the way a human woman could."Marvin’s brows furrowed slightly, his heart was pounding against his ribs.Helena continued, her fingers brushing against his cheek. "I sacrificed my Synapticore Force... so I could be with the man I love. So I could make love to you, hold you, flesh on flesh and experience life as you do."Ma
A NIGHT OF FATE AND PASSION
By the way, Marvin could see the depth of her longing, the unspoken pain in her words. And now, his own emotions swirled in a confusing mess of guilt, regret, and sorrow. He felt a lump in his throat and struggled to find the right words, but his shame kept him quiet. What could he say? He had never imagined this side of her—this vulnerable, broken part.Before he could speak, the sound of footsteps echoed from nearby, and the illusion of solitude was shattered. A few people were beginning to walk in the direction of their secluded spot, unaware of the intimate moment they were interrupting.Marvin shifted uncomfortably, feeling exposed. The conversation, so private, suddenly felt too vulnerable, too raw for anyone to overhear. He looked at Helena, who seemed to be lost in her own thoughts. Her tears were still falling, but there was nothing he could say to ease her pain now—not with others coming closer.Helena’s expression remained unreadable, but Marvin could feel the weight of
MACHINE TO HUMAN
Helena took a deep breath before speaking again, her fingers still tracing the edge of her glass. She hesitated, her eyes flickering to the side for a brief moment before returning to Marvin."I got tired of being a machine," she said, her voice was soft but heavy with the weight of her words. "I wanted to feel… more like a human being."Marvin’s heart raced as he listened to her, and for a moment, he was tempted to read her mind. The Synapticore Force inside him hummed with curiosity, urging him to understand the truth hidden in her thoughts. But he quickly resisted the temptation. He respected her privacy—if she wanted him to know something, she would tell him.Her eyes locked onto his, and a slight, knowing smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Perhaps she noticed the brief flicker of uncertainty in him, but Marvin wasn’t sure.“How about your Synapticore?” Marvin asked, his voice was low but curious. He didn’t want to press her, but something inside him urged him to ask.He
THE ILLUSION OF FLESH
Helena turned around slowly, her eyes widening in surprise as she saw Marvin standing there. For a moment, everything seemed to stop. Her gaze was locked onto his, and in that split second, a smile began to form on her lips, as if she had been waiting for this exact moment."Marvin?" she said, her voice was a mixture of disbelief and joy. "Is it really you?"Marvin’s confusion deepened, his heart started racing. He had never seen her like this before. She was standing before him, completely human, with no trace of the mechanical features he had once known. The skin on her face, smooth and flawless, reflected the warm light of the room. Her body, once metallic and artificial, now had the softness and warmth of flesh.“Helena... what... what happened to you? Your body is...” Marvin whispered, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the words.He stepped closer, unable to stop himself, reaching out and gently taking her hands in his. He was careful, as if afraid to break the
