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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE PRIME MINISTER'S VISIT
The sirens continued wailing, their shrill cries echoed through the hospital walls. The flashing lights from outside cast eerie reflections on the glass panels, flickering like restless spirits.Darius Crowe’s breath hitched. He could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him like a giant boulder.A deep voice crackled through a radio somewhere in the distance, issuing sharp orders.Then, like a floodgate bursting open, cameramen rushed in.They pushed and jostled, their cameras held high as they captured every moment. Some of them shouted questions, with their voices clashing in a chaotic blend of noise.But security was tight.Only a handful of notable journalists were allowed inside—those from the most prestigious news stations.The rest—the lesser-known reporters, the ones from small stations—were stopped at the entrance, forced to wait outside.Even though they protested, the security personnel ignored them, standing like stone statues, their expressions were unreadable
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR EYES ON YOU
Dr. Hayes led the way, his posture was upright and composed as he walked beside the Prime Minister. His steps were steady, his face was unreadable.Darius Crowe walked just behind them, his mind was racing.The Prime Minister’s enforcers moved in practiced formation, their presence alone was a silent warning that no one should dare interfere. They were disciplined, their eyes scanning every corner of the corridor.Behind them, the selected journalists and cameramen trailed at a safe but strategic distance. Their cameras rolled continuously, capturing every movement, every flicker of expression.The bright hospital lights cast long shadows along the polished floors. The sterile scent of disinfectants filled the air, mixing with the distant murmurs of patients and medical staff.Darius forced himself to focus, even as his thoughts kept drifting to Lunebrook—the tragedy, the chaos, the loss.He swallowed hard. He had to stay composed.The group moved through the long corridors, passin
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR UNDER THE SPOTLIGHT
“Mr. Crowe, I am in the middle of a—”The Prime Minister’s words were cut off as Darius took a step forward, his body was tense, and his eyes were wide with desperation. His heart raced, and he could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him. The room was heavy with the sound of monitors beeping, the quiet hum of the air conditioning, and the shifting of hospital staff in the background. But all Darius could hear was the blood pounding in his ears.His palms were damp, his mind was in turmoil. The message from the unknown sender was still echoing in his head: “Do not mess this up, or you’ll never see your daughter again.”His fingers trembled as he reached up to adjust his collar, trying to steady himself, but nothing seemed to help. He couldn’t ignore the fear that gripped his chest. His daughter’s life depended on what he was about to do.“Your Excellency,” Darius said, his voice was barely above a whisper, but sharp with urgency. “It is very important… and urgent.”The
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR JUSTICE OR MANIPULATION
Darius nodded, his throat tight with emotion. “Yes. It was me. I ordered the attack.”There was a long silence. The only sound was the soft beeping of the monitors, which seemed to grow louder with each passing second.Darius could feel his chest tightening, the weight of his confession started sinking in. He wanted to say more. To explain why, to beg for forgiveness. But he knew it wouldn’t matter. His daughter’s life was still at stake, and there was nothing he could do to undo what had already been done.The Prime Minister stared at him, his face was unreadable. Darius could see the shock in his eyes, but also a flicker of something else—something darker, more calculating.“Why?” the Prime Minister asked finally, as his voice was almost a whisper.Darius shook his head. He couldn’t answer that question. Not in front of the cameras. Not with so many eyes on him. The truth was too complicated, too dangerous. And yet, it was the only truth he had left.Darius Crowe felt the air in t
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE SHADOW OF LANDON
Two hours later, Darius Crowe sat alone in the cold, dimly lit jail cell. The walls were made of gray concrete, and the air smelled of sweat and stale metal. His hands rested limply on his lap, his fingers were still trembling from the weight of his confession. His head hung low, his eyes were staring blankly at the floor.He had given up.There was nothing left for him to do. Nothing left to say.The world had already judged him, and now he was just waiting for his sentence.Then, the sound of approaching footsteps broke the silence. The heavy clunk of boots against the floor sent a chill up his spine. He slowly lifted his head just as an officer appeared outside his cell, his uniform was crisp, his expression was unreadable.“Get up,” the officer said. His voice was firm, lacking any hint of sympathy.Darius hesitated for a moment before pushing himself up from the wooden bench. His body felt heavy, his movements were sluggish.He followed the officer out of the cell, his hea
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A PAWNS LAST MOVE
Darius Crowe’s breath was shallow, his chest was rising and falling in uneven motions. The silence in the room stretched on, thick and heavy. The Prime Minister hadn’t moved, his sharp gaze was still locked onto him, waiting—expecting.Darius knew he was at a crossroads.Tell the truth, or bury it forever.His fingers twitched slightly, the weight of his choices started pressing down on him.Finally, he exhaled shakily and forced himself to speak.“I…” His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. “I blackmailed Marvin Richmond… because I hated him.”The Prime Minister’s expression didn’t change. He remained still, watching.Darius swallowed hard, his throat was dry. “I wanted to destroy him. I couldn’t stand how fast he was rising… how much influence he had. He was becoming too powerful, too respected. And I—” His voice faltered, but he pushed forward. “I wanted to tear him down before he became untouchable.”His words hung in the air, suffocating in their weight.The Prime Minister
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A MEETING OF POWER
Marvin lowered the phone slowly, his mind was spinning with thoughts. The Prime Minister himself had just called him.Why?What did he want?The weight of the moment pressed down on him, but he didn’t let it show. Instead, he took a deep breath and stood up from the worn-out leather couch. His trusted men, who had been in the warehouse with him, turned their heads as he moved.“I’m heading out,” Marvin said, his voice was calm but firm."Are we expecting you today boss?" One of the men asked."I don't know for sure, but whatever happens I will call to let you know."The men exchanged glances, their faces were unreadable. Then, one by one, they nodded in understanding. They knew better than to ask questions.Marvin didn’t waste time. He grabbed his car keys from the table and walked toward the exit. As he stepped outside, the cool evening air hit him, carrying the distant sounds of the city. His black sedan was parked just a few steps away.With a sharp exhale, he got into the drive
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR POWER BEYOND POLITICS
Marvin’s mind raced as he processed the question. Every muscle in his body tensed, but he forced himself to remain calm. He couldn’t afford to show any signs of unease.Slowly, he exhaled and met the Prime Minister’s gaze.“No, Your Excellency,” Marvin said carefully. “I... I didn’t have a hand in Mr. Crowe’s confession, which was very controversial if I must say.”Silence.The Prime Minister leaned back in his chair, his expression was unreadable. He lifted his cigar to his lips and took a slow drag, with the burning ember glowing in the dim light.For twenty long seconds, he stared at Marvin without blinking.Marvin wanted to meet his gaze directly, to show confidence, but something inside him hesitated. Instead, his eyes flickered to the cigar in the Prime Minister’s hand, watching the smoke curl into the air.Then, the Prime Minister spoke again, his voice was lower, firmer.“You see, Marvin,” he said, rolling the cigar between his fingers. “I don’t like lies. I take them as a
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UNANSWERED QUESTIONS
It was Valentine’s Day.Inside his VVIP lounge at the Aurora Grand Hotel, Marvin stood in front of his large bedroom TV. He was fully dressed in a custom-made navy blue suit, adjusting his silver cufflinks. His reflection on the screen showed a man who had everything — success, power, and charm.On the TV, a documentary about his company, Helios Enterprise, played softly. Marvin glanced at it with mild interest. The documentary showed all the major exploits and innovations of Helios Enterprise, including the famous SOLNOVA Projects — inventions that had the possibility of changing solar technology across the world.The voice of the narrator filled the room:"Helios Enterprise, under the visionary leadership of Marvin Richmond, would be launching the SOLNOVA projects in four days time, with the hope of bringing endless energy to millions..."Just then, Marvin’s phone buzzed. He smiled faintly and called Helena.She picked up almost immediately."Hey, are you ready?" Marvin asked, his
FROZEN AT THE THRESHOLD
She had heard it all. Every word, every promise, every confession. Her heart sank with each syllable that left Marvin’s lips. His voice was so filled with conviction, so different from the way he had spoken to her. To Helena, it was a cruel revelation. The man she loved—truly loved—had just opened his heart to another woman in a way she had never imagined.Helena stood frozen just outside the door, her breath caught in her chest. She wanted to retreat, to leave the space, but she couldn’t. She was paralyzed, as if the air had thickened around her, suffocating her ability to move. The reality of Marvin’s feelings for Stella settled over her like a dark cloud, suffusing her thoughts with bitterness and sorrow. She couldn’t comprehend how it had all gone so wrong upon the firm confirmation that Marvin had another lover.From inside the office, Marvin’s voice continued to flow, filled with life and excitement as he spoke to Stella, unaware that Helena was standing mere feet away, hea
A FUTURE TOGETHER?
Marvin leaned back in his chair, the conversation with Helena was still echoing in his mind. It had been a close call earlier, but things had finally lightened. She had kissed him lightly on the cheek before heading for the door, leaving behind the faint trace of her perfume, the scent lingered in the air like an invisible mark of her presence.The door clicked softly behind her, and for a brief moment, Marvin let the silence settle. He closed his eyes, exhaling deeply, with a sense of relief washing over him. His shoulders, tense from the pressure of the conversation, began to relax as the moment of calm spread through him. But just as he thought he might get the chance to fully unwind, his phone buzzed again.He glanced at the screen, the name was flashing brightly: Stella Orion.A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Stella. She had this way of making everything feel easier, lighter. His mood shifted, almost eagerly, as he swiped to answer the call. No more pretending,
A FRAGILE MOMENT
She leaned forward, her eyes locking onto his. The tension between them was palpable, thick enough that Marvin could almost feel it pressing on his chest."Why are you not picking up your call?" she demanded, her voice was now laced with suspicion.Her tone had shifted. It was forceful now, more aggressive, more violent than it had been a moment ago. "Who is it, Marvin?"The question hung in the air like a heavy weight. Marvin’s heart raced as the blood drained from his face. He could feel the words slipping through his mind, desperate to make an escape, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak the truth. He had promised himself that he would be honest, that he would stop lying... but now, under the intensity of her gaze, he wasn’t sure what would happen if he did.For a moment, he simply stared at her. The silence stretched out, dragging on longer than it should have. The weight of their unspoken words pressed down on him, suffocating him in a way that felt almost unbearable.What
HOME, BUT NOT THE SAME
Marvin opened the door gently.The soft click of the handle turning echoed slightly in the quiet room.Inside, Helena sat on the couch near the office desk, her eyes were fixed on her phone. Her fingers glided lightly across the screen, seemingly absorbed in whatever she was reading. The atmosphere in the room felt different — quieter, colder.As the door swung open, Helena raised her eyes slowly.Their gazes met.Marvin’s heart skipped a beat. A wave of relief and joy washed over him at the sight of her, but something else lingered in the air — something he couldn’t quite place.Without thinking, he walked toward her with open arms, he felt the instinct to pull her close. He had missed her — more than he cared to admit.But today was different.Helena didn’t rush toward him, as she used to. There was no excited smile, no sparkle in her eyes. She simply stood up, her movements were slow and deliberate, almost mechanical. Her expression remained unreadable.He faltered for a moment,
HOME, BUT NOT THE SAME 1
A Week Later…The city of Neovalle was bathed in the soft, golden light of morning.After a week away, Marvin Richmond finally returned to Neovalle.He sat comfortably in the backseat of a sleek black luxury vehicle, the engine was humming quietly as it moved smoothly through the streets.The windows were slightly tinted, shielding him from the outside world, but Marvin could still see the tall buildings, busy streets, and colorful banners fluttering in the breeze.Neovalle was alive as ever—but for Marvin, something felt different.He leaned back into the plush leather seat, resting his head for a moment against the headrest, deep in thought.The driver, dressed neatly in a black suit, maneuvered the car expertly through the final turns, heading straight toward the tall, modern building of Helios Enterprise.Marvin’s sharp grey eyes caught sight of the familiar shining letters on the front of the company compound as they approached.HELIOS ENTERPRISE.Home.The vehicle slowed down as
UNDERNEATH THE PERFECT SKY
Inside the grand office of Helios Enterprise, sunlight streamed through the tall glass windows, bouncing off the polished floors and elegant white walls.The office smelled of fresh leather and paper—it was a scent of power and business.At the large, black marble desk sat Helena.Today she looked cooperate, business like, beautiful and sharp, dressed in a smart navy-blue suit that hugged her curvaceous body perfectly. Her long dark hair was neatly tied into a loose ponytail. A gold watch glinted on her wrist as she held her phone to her ear, finishing up a call with an important investor.Her voice was calm, sweet, but full of authority.“Yes, Mr. Langston. The shipment will be ready by noon tomorrow. You’ll have the first batch by next week, as promised. Trust me—Helios always delivers,” Helena said, her lips curling into a confident smile.She ended the call and placed the phone gently on the desk.Then, without missing a beat, she lifted her eyes to the four men standing quietly
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.
