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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR 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
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR LOVE LOSS AND A SECOND CHANCE
Marvin stood there, frozen.The words of the Prime Minister echoed in his ears like a storm.His heart was heavy, his chest tight.Then, slowly, he opened his mouth.“I… I’m sorry,” Marvin said, his voice shaking. “I’m sorry for my opinion of you as a villain. I’m sorry for believing that you capitalized on your daughter’s death… for material gain.”Silence.A long, deep silence.Then—Everything around him began to fade.The broken room… the poison… Patricia’s lifeless eyes…All of it dissolved, like mist caught in a slow breeze.Marvin blinked.He was back.Back in reality.His breath rushed out—long, deep, shaky.He didn’t even realize he had been holding it in.A loud sigh escaped from his lips as he hunched forward slightly, his shoulders rising and falling.The cold was gone.The lights were steady.And in front of him, the Prime Minister stood—removing his hand gently from Marvin’s forehead.The man looked calm. Steady. Worn… but not broken.Marvin turned his head and saw his u
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE BETTER PART OF ME
Marvin stood still, eyes were wide with shock.“Helena,” he said slowly, with a voice that was filled with disbelief. “What are you doing here? In a car? Outside?”Helena’s smile deepened. “Well… I live here, remember?”“No… that’s not what I meant,” Marvin said, stepping closer. “I mean… you are going somewhere. You never mentioned that earlier.”Helena tilted her head slightly, her eyes sparkling with amusement.“Hop in,” she said. “Let’s go to your company, since that’s where you’re heading.”Marvin’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “How do you know I’m going to the company?” he asked. “I thought you said you’re no longer connected to your Synapticore Force.”Helena chuckled softly and pointed at his hand.“You’re holding a metallic suitcase,” she said. “And I know that case very well. It holds nothing but tech tools—and there’s only one place you work with those effectively... Helios Enterprise.”Marvin stared at her, stunned.“You really are a smart girl, huh,” he said, shaking his
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR FIRST FLAMES
Helena’s lips brushed softly against Marvin’s. For a moment, he didn’t move. But then he kissed her back, slowly at first, as if making sure this was real.Her hand slid behind his neck, pulling him closer. He responded, wrapping his arms around her waist, feeling the soft warmth of her body pressing against him. It had been a long while since he had touched someone like this—someone he once thought he would never hold in such a manner.Marvin pulled away slightly, looking into her eyes. "Are you sure about this?"Helena smiled. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't."He chuckled softly. "Well, I don’t want you blaming me later.""Then give me a reason not to," she whispered, with a voice that was full of playfulness.They kissed again, deeper this time. Passion rose like a flame between them. Marvin lifted her gently, and she wrapped her legs around him as he carried her to the couch in his office.“Wow,” he said, breathless. “You are a bit heavier than you look.”Helena giggled. “And you
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR OF EMPIRES AND EMOTIONS
One Month LaterThe sun shone brightly over Neovalle as the morning news played on the television in Marvin’s luxurious VVIP lounge at the Aurora Grand Hotel. The screen lit up with bold headlines:“HELIOS ENTERPRISE HITS $1 BILLION VALUE!”A young female reporter stood smiling in front of the Helios Enterprise skyscraper, her voice was full of excitement.“In just one month, Helios Enterprise, led by the brilliant tech scientist, CEO and founder Marvin Richmond, has grown from a hundred million dollar company into a billion-dollar empire. The solar energy-based company, known for its clean energy technology, is now near completion of its flagship ultra solar power grid that promises to supply electricity to half of Neovalle and beyond.”“Analysts report that profit margins have soared to record-breaking levels. Since the lifting of the commercial embargo last month, the company has seen a rapid increase in demand for its solar panels and smart energy systems. In just four weeks, cli
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR SOLAR VEINS SILENT WARS
Later That Morning, Marvin walked out of the Aurora Grand Hotel in a crisp black suit. His face was calm, but his eyes were focused. A black electric SUV waited outside with tinted windows and a private driver already standing by.As the car sped through Neovalle’s busy streets, Marvin stared silently at the city. Skyscrapers glistened, people rushed to work, and large solar panels decorated many rooftops — most of them built by his company.Soon, the vehicle arrived at the heart of the city: the Helios Enterprise Main Tower.The security guards at the gate stood tall and saluted him as he passed.Inside, the lobby was filled with activity — workers typing on smart tablets, digital assistants guiding visitors, and a large hologram in the center showing the latest updates of Project SolNova.The Project SolNova was a name that now echoed across every floor of Helios Enterprise like a prophecy in the making.Phase Two had just begun.The goal? To complete what Marvin once described as
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR OLD WOUNDS NEW GAMES
It was him.Mr. Richmond. His father.A silence filled the room, thick like fog.“What are you doing here?” Marvin asked in a cold tone.His voice was low, calm, but sharp.The older man gave no answer—only a quiet smile, as if he had been waiting for this moment all along."Hello Marvin."Mr. Richmond rose slowly from his seat, still holding the twitching rabbit in his lap. He took a step forward and gave Marvin a warm look.“You’ve grown into a fine man,” he said with a calm voice. “How are you doing, son? By the way I must say… I’m truly impressed by what you’ve built here. The designs, the systems, the team—everything is remarkable. You’ve really done well with your company.”Marvin didn’t say a word. He walked past his father without looking at him.“Follow me,” he said in a low, controlled tone.Mr. Richmond followed behind, still cradling the rabbit in one arm as they moved through the glass doors into Marvin’s private office.The newly refurbished room was large, modern, and f
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR FATHER OR OPPORTUNIST?
Mr. Richmond stayed quiet for a moment, then took a deep breath.“I came to—”“Eight seconds,” Marvin said flatly, not letting him finish.Mr. Richmond raised a hand, his voice was now more pleading.“Alright, alright,” he finally said. “I’ll talk.”He paused, adjusting the rabbit in his arms.“A new resource has been discovered in Westwood. Something big. Something powerful. But the Richmond family… we were restricted from tapping into it.”Marvin’s eyes didn’t blink.“You mean the subject topic for recent WG-8 Summit,” he said calmly. “I know about that.”Mr Richmond leaned on his seat, his tone was cutting like a knife.“The Richmond family was restricted… because of your greed.”Mr. Richmond gave a slow nod, breathing in deeply.“I agree to that fact,” he said. “But—”“So you want me,” Marvin cut in again, “to help you get back the license… to be part of the beneficiaries of the Astralyte?”There was a pause. Mr. Richmond nodded slightly, like a man admitting his crime.“Yes,” he
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WHEN LOVE DEMANDS MORE
Inside a quiet chamber in the Orion estate, the air was warm and sweet with the scent of jasmine. Moonlight poured through the glass ceiling, casting soft silver light on the bed where Marvin Richmond and Stella Orion lay—entwined in each other’s arms, naked, warm, and close.Their lips met again.A deep, slow, passionate kiss.Her fingers slid through his thick hair, pulling him in gently, while his hands caressed the soft curve of her waist. Their bodies pressed together—skin against skin—hearts pounding, breath shallow.She moaned softly, holding him closer.Their kiss wasn’t rushed. It was tender. Burning. A silent cry of relief, passion, and love.“I missed you,” Stella whispered, her voice was husky against his lips.“I missed you more,” Marvin breathed, brushing her cheek with his knuckles.Stella giggled slightly, then kissed his jaw, moving to his ear.She held his face in her hands and whispered, playfully but with a hint of mischief,“You know, I should cut off your ears
THE ELDERS VERDICT
Tariq Khyber could not move.His body was frozen, stiff like carved wood. His chest rose and fell with short, ragged breaths, but everything else was still. His mouth twitched, trying to form words—but no sound escaped.The Elder with the glowing Synapticore moved away from his obsidian chair.The silver-blue light on his forehead pulsed brighter, hotter. Like lightning trapped in glass.He took one step forward on the floating platform.And then—“How dare you interrupt an Elder, Mr. Khyber?”The Elder’s voice struck again.Tariq gasped, and suddenly a sharp pain stabbed into his head.He clutched at his skull—yet still could not move his limbs.A terrible pressure was building inside his brain.It was like invisible hands were tightening around it… squeezing slowly.His face twisted.Blood began to drip from Tariq's nose.“How dare you interrupt an Elder, Mr. Khyber?” the Elder asked again.This time the squeezing became sharper, more violent. Tariq’s eyes rolled back for a moment.
WHEN MASKS SPEAK
Suddenly, a low rumble echoed through the grand hall.The dome above began to shift.All eyes turned upward.A mechanical sound, smooth yet commanding, filled the air as a massive lid, once invisible within the ceiling’s design, slid open with perfect precision. Light poured in from above, illuminating a structure hidden until now.And then—down it came.From the shadows above, a circular platform descended slowly. On it were nine tall chairs arranged in a perfect arc, each carved from obsidian stone and lined with radiant etchings of glowing otherworldly energy. Seated upon those chairs were the nine Elders—the final authority in Westwood, silent guardians of Westwood's law, balance, and ancient bloodlines.Their presence shifted the air itself.Each Elder was clothed in the same ash-gray robe. From head to toe, their bodies were hidden beneath the heavy cloth. Their faces were concealed behind smooth, expressionless masks, but one thing distinguished the Elder who spoke: a Synapt
VEILS TORN THRONES SHAKEN
“You Richmonds have always used your Synapticore abilities to twist the truth, to manipulate situations in your favor. You talk about forgiveness, but what you really want is power. The same power your father tried to control, the same power that nearly destroyed this city.”Marvin’s fists didn’t just clench—they shook, not with fury, but with heartbreak.This wasn’t coming from an enemy. This wasn’t political slander or some casual attack on the Richmond name.This was Tariq.The man Marvin had shielded when the city’s shadows orchestrated by his own father came for his secrets.The man who stood on a platform Marvin helped him build—by exposing his own father’s schemes and handing Tariq the leverage that turned him from a potential casualty… to a crowned king of Westwood’s new elite.And now—this.The words came not as accusations, but like poisoned arrows dipped in betrayal.He could’ve endured a thousand critics.He could’ve survived a thousand lies.But not this.Not from him.It
HEIR OF THE UNFORGIVEN
The room remained tense, there was a palpable weight hanging between Marvin and the assembly of Westwood's most powerful families. The faces of the family heads, their assistants and escorts, including the elders were frozen, watching him with eyes that ranged from skepticism to contempt. Marvin’s heart drummed in his chest, but his resolve had hardened. He wasn’t going to back down. Not now.Evander Velcan’s voice had shaken the ground beneath his feet, dragging the name of his father through the mud, painting it with every accusation that the wind had ever carried. Mikhail Grigori’s biting words cut deeper, making it seem as though every mistake of the Richmond family was somehow an unforgivable curse on the land. The attack was vicious. But Marvin had known it was coming. He had expected it. Now, he had to make them understand.He took a deep breath, his palms were sweating against the smooth wood of the podium. His father wasn’t perfect. Far from it. But Mr. Richmond had given
THE WEIGHT OF A NAME
Marvin stood before the gathering of Westwood’s mightiest, adjusting the collar of his coat as a heavy silence settled in. The light from above cast a soft halo around him, as if the heavens themselves watched with bated breath. He placed both hands gently on the podium, leaned in just a little, and let his gaze sweep across the room.He could feel it—the weight of history pressing against him, the silent judgments from every corner of the Grand Dome, and the cold scrutiny of those seated behind the shadowed glass in the Observation Hall. But Marvin was not here to shrink. He was here to speak.His voice came out steady and calm.“I know many of you do not expect much from me today. Some of you may even believe that I do not deserve this stage. But I did not come here to argue over opinions.”He paused, allowing the room to absorb his words.“I came here to speak about the future—about something that concerns every man, woman, and child in Westwood. I came to speak about the Astraly
NINE ABOVE ONE BELOW
Marvin sat beside his father, Mr. Richmond, under the glowing dome lights. His face remained calm, but his mind was racing. He could feel the eyes of every family head on him. Some looked confused. Others looked threatened. But he didn’t care. There was something he needed to know—something only his father could tell him.He leaned closer to Mr. Richmond and spoke quietly.“Where are they?” Marvin asked.Mr. Richmond looked at him, puzzled for a second.“The elders,” Marvin said, his voice was low but firm. “You said they approved your return. Are they here? In this dome?”Mr. Richmond nodded slowly. “Yes, they are.”Marvin’s brows drew together. He scanned the room again but saw no one unusual—just the usual faces from the powerful families, seated like royalty in their special corners.“Then where?” Marvin asked, his voice was barely above a whisper. “I don’t see them.”Mr. Richmond took a breath before answering. “They are here, but you won’t see them. They have chosen to stay hid
THE RETURN OF THE REJECTED
The day had arrived.The leaders of Westwood's most influential power families gathered under the immense, towering arches of the Westwood Grand Dome. A place where the fate of the entire family and business empires was decided, where rivalries were settled, and where power was both displayed and demanded.Today’s summit was especially crucial. The Astralyte, that coveted substance with unmatched power, was up for distribution, and each family had their eye on a portion. The negotiations would be tense, but they were necessary. Without a proper share of the Astralyte, a family’s grip on power would weaken, and the balance of control in Westwood could shift forever.The leaders entered the grand dome one by one. Each arrived with their usual entourage, their eyes scanning the vast space. The tension was palpable, like a storm about to break.At the very back, as though entering with an aura that made the air hum with power, was Marvin Richmond. He walked in with an unshakable confid
KNEEL BEFORE THE TRUE HEIR
Daniel’s eyes widened in fear. He shook his head violently.“No… no, stop… stop this!” he said out loud, stumbling back.But Marvin’s eyes didn’t blink.His stare held Daniel in place.Still glowing.Still deep.Still commanding.“Bow to me, Daniel,” Marvin’s voice echoed again—this time louder in his head.“In front of everyone here.”Daniel gasped.He clutched his head with both hands, falling to his knees.His face was full of horror.“No! Don’t do this! Please!” he begged.But the command had already been planted.Like a seed in the soil of his mind.Daniel’s body moved against his will.He began to lower his head.The Richmonds all stood frozen.Nobody spoke.Nobody dared.Mr. Richmond’s eyes were wide.Even Martha was trembling, holding her children close.And slowly… in full view of every Richmond present…Daniel bowed.His head touched the ground.His voice cracked as he whispered: “I… I submit…”And Marvin?He still hadn’t said a single word out loud.He simply stood there… w
