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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR FIRST IMPRESSIONS
Marvin and his mother stepped off the plane onto the tarmac at Neovalle’s sleek, modern airport. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the city skyline in the distance. It felt like stepping into another world—one that seemed light-years ahead of the life they had left behind.As they made their way through the terminal, Marvin pulled out his phone and opened a rideshare app. Within minutes, they were greeted by a dark blue Uber, its electric engine was humming softly as it pulled up to the curb.“Hello! Marvin and Sophia Richmond, right?” the driver asked with a friendly smile. He was a middle-aged man with a kind face and a name tag that read Elian.“Yes, that’s us,” Marvin confirmed. “Um, we are kinda new around and we would like to ask if you can recommend a good hotel around here? Something top-notch.”Elian’s eyes lit up. “Oh, definitely! You’ll want to check out The Aurora Grand. It’s one of the best hotels in Neovalle. Five-star service, stunning views, and all th
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR PAYMENT DECLINED!
Marvin walked to the reception area, but as he got closer, he realized there was a long line. Four people were ahead of him, while three joined in behind him. They were all dressed in expensive suits and elegant dresses. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and tried to catch his breath. His shirt was sticking to his back, and he felt a bit embarrassed.As he stood in the queue, a couple of people in front of him started to turn their heads and sniff the air, their faces also began to scrunching up. Marvin felt a pang of anxiety when he realized they were reacting to his smell. He had been lugging heavy bags around, and now he was really sweaty.“Hey man, are you a plumber or something? You look all worked up,” one man in the line who was two steps behind him joked, he had been eyeing Marvin’s sweaty clothes.Another person, a younger guy with slicked-back hair, wrinkled his nose. “Yeah, and it smells like you’ve never had a shower. You smell like a fish!”A wave of laughter ripple
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR BOOKING THE IMPOSSIBLE
The young woman’s eyes widened in shock. “What the hell, you must be kidding me!” she shouted, drawing more attention.“Come on, run the card in the machine again,” the young lady demanded, with a voice that was tight with irritation.The receptionist took the card and swiped it again, but the screen displayed the same message: “PAYMENT DECLINED.”The young woman’s face turned red with frustration. “This is ridiculous!” she exclaimed. “Wait, sir, let me call my banker. I’m not having this.” She pulled out her phone, furiously tapping at the screen to make the call.“Please, madam, kindly step aside so I can attend to the next person,” the receptionist said politely but firmly.She turned to look at Marvin with a sneer, then huffed and stepped aside, holding her phone to her ear.The receptionist turned to Marvin. “Hello, sir, and welcome to Aurora Grand Hotel,” he greeted with a somewhat tired expression. “Are you here to book a reservation?”“Yeah, of course,” Marvin replied, still f
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR MAKING AN ENTRANCE
Marvin’s eyes locked onto that of receptionist’s, they were cold and unblinking eyes. The receptionist felt a shiver run down his spine, as if he were staring into the eyes of a predator.“You think I can’t afford it?” Marvin’s voice was low and calm, but it carried a dangerous edge.“No, sir, that’s not what I meant,” the receptionist stuttered, his hands were sweating so much now that he could barely grip the card. “I just—”“You just what?” Marvin interrupted, leaning in slightly. The receptionist could smell the faint scent of cologne mixed with sweat, and it made him even more nervous.“I just—” the receptionist began again, but his voice faltered. He felt like he was drowning under Marvin’s intense gaze. Everyone in the room was silent, watching, waiting to see what would happen next.Marvin straightened up and gave a small, cold smile. “Well I suppose how I choose to spend my money is non of your business is it?""No." The receptionist replied almost immediately."Okay then, r
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
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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
