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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR EVIDENCE AND DOUBT
Victor Vayne’s hands trembled as he gripped the edge of the desk in front of him, his eyes turned wide with disbelief. His breath came in short bursts as he tried to gather his thoughts. Finally, he spoke, his voice was shaky but firm.“This… this is ridiculous,” Victor began, as his words were laced with desperation. “I am a responsible man. I have a daughter! A young girl I’ve raised to be strong and independent. I have always respected women, and I would never—never—stoop to the crimes you’re accusing me of.”The DPO leaned back in his chair, his expression was calm but unconvinced. He studied Victor with piercing eyes, as if trying to read through his soul. After a long pause, he said in a measured tone, “I really wish I could believe you, Mr. Vayne. But with all the evidence laid out against you, it would be very difficult for you to escape prison.”Victor’s heart pounded in his chest like a war drum. Each beat was loud and heavy, echoing in his ears. He felt a cold sweat brea
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR VICTOR'S PANIC AND MEMORY
Victor’s breathing grew heavier as the young woman’s gaze flickered between him and the DPO. She took a deep breath, her lips trembling slightly, then pointed her finger at him.“Yes,” she said firmly, her voice breaking slightly. “He was the one who abused me.”The words struck Victor like a thunderclap. His face contorted with disbelief and fury as he slammed his handcuffed fists onto the desk. “That’s a lie!” he roared. “You know that’s not true!”The DPO raised a hand, silencing him. “Mr. Vayne, you’ll get your turn. Let her speak.”Victor shook his head furiously, his voice rising. “I ordered her services! She agreed to the terms and the payment. She was paid to engage in a consensual BDSM session with me! Everything we did was agreed upon beforehand.”The young woman’s eyes filled with tears as she stared at him. “Yes,” she admitted, her voice was soft and trembling. “You placed an order, but I never agreed to… to that. I didn’t consent to the things you did to me.”Victor scoff
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR DESPERATE BARGAINS
Victor’s eyes were glued to the screen, his breathing was uneven. The video played on, showing his private chambers, dimly lit and intimate. His face tightened as he watched himself in the footage. The BDSM session played out exactly as he remembered it, but the young woman’s tear-streaked face was unmistakable. Her cries, though muffled in the recording, were visible in the way her body trembled.Victor’s chest heaved. The video, raw and unfiltered, painted a damning picture. While she had agreed to the session, the way he handled her made it hard to believe she had consented to the extremes of what had occurred. Anyone watching would see a man overpowering a vulnerable woman, her silent tears saying more than words ever could.Sweat beaded on Victor’s forehead as he leaned closer to the DPO. “Listen,” he whispered urgently, his voice cracking. “You need to help me. You must ensure this clip disappears—completely. Destroy it, intercept it from wherever it came. I’ll pay you, I swe
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A DEAL IN THE DARK
The grand ballroom at the Neovalle State House buzzed with energy. The glittering chandelier lights bathed the room in a golden hue, reflecting off the polished marble floors and ornate decorations. Guests in elegant suits and dazzling gowns mingled, glasses of champagne in hand, exchanging polite smiles and shallow pleasantries. A jazz band played a lively tune in one corner, while uniformed waiters wove through the crowd, offering canapés and refills.This was a celebration of power—the inauguration of Senator David Wesley the new governor of Neovalle. Political elites, influential business moguls, and international delegates filled the room. The air was thick with the scent of expensive colognes and the murmur of calculated conversations.Mr. Landon stood near the entrance, his sharp tuxedo was tailored to perfection. His bodyguard loomed behind him, ever watchful. The businessman’s face betrayed none of the inner turmoil brewing from recent events. But the champagne flutes an
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE DESPERATE PLEA
The room seemed to shrink around him as the weight of Marvin’s accusations bore down on him."But wait that is not all of it."Mr. Landon stood frozen as Marvin Richmond’s calm yet sharp words sliced through the air. Landon tried to maintain his smug demeanor, but Marvin’s revelations were hitting him hard.Marvin’s voice remained steady as he continued. “Let’s talk about those offshore accounts tied to your wife’s name. Clever move to hide your money, Mr. Landon, but not clever enough. You see, those accounts are flagged in certain international investigations. It wouldn’t take much for the governor—or the authorities—to connect the dots.”Landon’s expression tightened, his confidence started cracking under the weight of Marvin’s knowledge. But Marvin wasn’t done.“And then there’s that private ‘donation’ you made to secure the highway contract. I’m sure the governor would be thrilled to know just how generous you were—especially since it wasn’t exactly legal. Bribing government off
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A PLEA UNANSWERED: WAR DECLARED, SECRETS SECURED
Marvin’s faint smile faded as he stepped forward, his voice grew colder with each word.“Well said, Mr. Landon, but there’s a problem with that,” he began, his tone was calm yet sharp. “You see, when my distribution rights were suspended, I didn’t lash out immediately. I didn’t rush into revenge. Do you know what I did?”Mr. Landon remained silent, his unease was growing with every passing second.“I begged Victor Vayne,” Marvin continued, his words were laced with quiet fury. “I humbled myself and asked him to reconsider, to let this go. I even tried to fix the mistakes of the past—mistakes I admit were mine which happened to be the root cause of our problem. Do you remember his brother, Billy Vayne? The one I accidentally injured? I offered to cover his medical bills. I promised to sponsor his treatment, even a possible brain surgery. All of that, just to make amends.”Marvin paused, his gaze hardened as he recalled the moment. “But what did Victor do?” he asked, his voice was now c
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE UNSEEN HAND
Victor Vayne sat at his large mahogany desk, his office illuminated by the soft glow of LED panels embedded in the sleek, glass-paneled walls of Voltforge headquarters. The room was cool and silent, except for the faint hum of the central air conditioning. On his desk, a beer bottle clinked softly as he set it down, its condensation formed a small ring on the polished surface.Before him, multiple screens displayed live feeds from Voltforge’s various departments. Engineers tinkered with prototypes in the innovation lab. Analysts poured over charts and numbers in the data center. Customer care representatives answered calls with well-practiced smiles. The hum of productivity was clear, yet Victor found no solace in the efficiency of his empire.Victor leaned back in his leather chair, with the second bottle of beer in his hand. He took a slow swig, letting the bitter taste linger on his tongue. But no matter how much he drank, the knot in his chest refused to loosen.It had been fiv
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR EMPIRE UNDER SIEGE
Victor’s brows furrowed. He had personally approved that shipment. “What about them?”“They’ve been skimming off the profits,” Roland said flatly. “Twenty percent of the revenue they made from deliveries was pocketed instead of being submitted instead of leaving the full amount intact until they submitted everything to the company.”For a moment, Victor didn’t react. It felt like the words hadn’t quite registered. But then, like a match striking a fuse, his anger exploded.“They what?” Victor hissed, his voice was low but trembling with rage.“Yes, boss,” Roland continued, his tone was cautious. “They’ve been doing this for weeks, but this time, it’s worse. Twenty percent of the profits are missing. I’ve got the proof.”Victor’s grip on the phone tightened as his earlier anger combined with this fresh betrayal. His face darkened, the veins on his neck becoming visible. His chest heaved as disbelief, horror, and fury surged through him all at once.The betrayal was almost too much to
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A DELICATE BALANCE
Marvin stood silently for a moment, processing the gravity of the situation. The weight of the note in his hand felt heavier with every passing second. His mind raced, analyzing every possibility. This wasn’t just a simple dispute—it was more complicated, deeper, and far more dangerous than he had anticipated. He could feel the pressure building around him, the eyes of the AETC representatives and law enforcement officers still fixed on him, waiting for his response.Oliver Grant, still standing by Marvin’s side, stared at the paper in disbelief, his face shifted from confusion to suspicion. “So, you’re telling me the Prime Minister is involved in this? But why would we have problems with the AETC if he’s the one who funded the shipment?” Oliver whispered, his voice was low but filled with concern. He couldn’t hide the confusion in his voice. If the Prime Minister was behind this, why were they being threatened with the seizure of their goods?How could they sense a foul play in t
STANDOFF AT THE DOCKS
Marvin walked toward the scene, his mind was buzzing with uncertainty. The dock area was tense, filled with shouting and confusion. His staff, visibly upset, stood in a group, arguing with the law enforcement officers and AETC representatives. The solar components, which had been expected for their production projects, were surrounded by heavy machinery and armed police, with the situation looking more like a standoff than a simple shipment arrival.Oliver Grant stood to the side, his arms crossed, clearly frustrated as the tension in the air thickened. Marvin’s eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of the AETC representatives and their unyielding stance."These solar components are ours!" One of Marvin’s staff members was saying, his voice was sharp with anger. "There is no legal agreement that says the AETC can claim them. We’ve been waiting for weeks for this shipment."A tall man in a black suit, one of the AETC’s representatives, sneered. "If you don’t comply, we’ll seize the
THE SHORE CONSPIRACY
Marvin stepped away from Helena as he answered the call. His voice was steady. "Oliver, why are you calling me?"There was a brief pause before Oliver Grant’s voice came through the line, laced with urgency. "Sir, I need you to come to the shore immediately. There's an issue with the solar components."Marvin’s brow furrowed. "What issue?"Oliver exhaled sharply. "Our suppliers informed us that the monthly solar components have arrived, so we moved our transport trucks to receive them. But when we got there, some people from the AETC were already there, claiming rights over part of the shipment."Marvin’s expression darkened. "The AETC?" He knew the name well—the Advanced Energy and Technology Commission. "Can’t you handle it?" he asked, his voice was calm but firm."Sir," Oliver hesitated before continuing, "I wish I could. But this is the AETC we’re talking about. If we don’t handle this carefully, it could cause serious problems for us. I need you to come here personally to tackle
A HEART BEYOND LOGIC
Helena felt a deep, almost suffocating urge to open up to Marvin, to reveal everything that had been gnawing at her for so long.She wanted to tell him why she created the bioengineered humanoid, why she had taken such a dangerous and controversial step. The weight of her secret pressed down on her chest, and she could feel the truth bubbling up inside her, begging to be let out.But as soon as the thought crossed her mind, she quickly pushed it away. She could feel her heart race, her hands tremble slightly. She couldn’t. Not now. Not yet. She wasn’t ready.The urge to speak only grew stronger, though, until it hurt. It was like a tight knot in her throat, each second she held back feeling like it might strangle her.Helena took a deep breath, her eyes were narrowing as she turned her attention back to the pod. She needed to say something—anything—to distract herself from the overwhelming need to confess.She swallowed hard. “It’s made up of a variety of synthetic tissues and bio-g
THE SUSPENDED SECRET
Marvin blinked rapidly, forcing himself to snap out of whatever daze had taken hold of him. He cleared his throat, with his mind scrambling to recover, but instead, it went completely blank.He hesitated before speaking, rubbing the back of his neck. “Um… sorry, what question?”The words came out slower than he intended, and as soon as he said them, a wave of shame washed over him. He had just made a fool of himself.Helena’s brows lifted slightly. “Why are you acting weird?” she asked, tilting her head again. “I was asking how your mind training was.”Marvin exhaled, regaining some composure. “Oh, about that,” he said, quickly searching for the right words. “It was… good. I was glad to try something new. But that rabbit’s mind…” He paused, shaking his head. “It was unstable. Like a quantum particle in a superposition state—constantly shifting, unpredictable, and impossible to pin down.”Helena’s lips curved into a small smile. “That makes sense,” she said. “A rabbit’s thoughts flick
CRACKS IN CONTROL
Two hours had passed.Marvin sat on the metal stool, his back was slightly hunched. His mind felt like it had been stretched and pulled in all directions, yet he still wasn’t sure if he had truly connected with the rabbit. He had tried—really tried—but all he got were flashes of movement, strange impressions, and faint emotions that vanished as quickly as they came.The Prime Minister watched him for a moment before finally speaking.“You did your best,” he said, his voice was even. “It wasn’t perfect, but that’s expected. You will return here tomorrow.”Marvin exhaled, rubbing his temples. He was exhausted, but he nodded anyway. “Alright.”He stood up, adjusting his woollen jacket. As he turned towards the door, he cast a quick glance at his uncle, Christopher Richmond, who had been silently observing from the corner of the lab. With a subtle dip of his head, Marvin muttered, “Thank you, Uncle.”Before he could take another step, the Prime Minister’s voice stopped him.“There’s som
MIND OVER MATTER
Marvin blinked in disbelief, his gaze shifted between the Prime Minister and the rabbit in the cage. His mind struggled to process what he had just heard.“Do rabbits think?” Marvin blurted out, his voice was laced with skepticism. “For goodness' sake, they are animals!”The Prime Minister chuckled softly, folding his hands behind his back. His piercing blue eyes held a glint of amusement.“Oh yes, Marvin, rabbits do think,” he said confidently. “They may not think like humans, but their minds are constantly at work.”Marvin raised an eyebrow, still unconvinced.The Prime Minister continued, raising one finger. “First, rabbits remember faces. If you are kind to them, they recognize you and respond positively. But if you harm them, they will avoid you or even act aggressively.”He raised a second finger. “Second, rabbits feel emotions. They experience fear, joy, and even loneliness. If a rabbit loses its companion, it can become sad and refuse to eat.”A third finger went up. “Third,
THE TEST OF A SILENT RABBIT
Marvin’s mind was spinning. His whole body felt numb, and his thoughts raced a million miles an hour. But despite the overwhelming confusion and disbelief, he managed to murmur a shaky, “Yes.”The Prime Minister gave a slight nod, his piercing blue eyes never leaving Marvin's face. He motioned toward a chair set off to the side, one that looked far too advanced for a normal piece of furniture.“Please, have a seat,” the Prime Minister said, his voice was calm and patient, as if nothing extraordinary had just happened. “We will begin shortly.”Marvin’s legs trembled slightly as he walked to the chair. The seat seemed to hum with some kind of energy, almost as if it were alive, waiting for him. He hesitated for only a moment before sitting down, as his body was stiff with anticipation.The Prime Minister then pulled out a small, metallic object from a metallic of briefcase. It was a pair of sleek, black earplugs, unlike any Marvin had ever seen before. The earplugs seemed to shimmer
THE PHANTOM ARRIVAL
The sleek black car rolled to a smooth stop in front of Uncle Christopher’s mansion. Marvin took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He stepped out, with his polished shoes clicking against the tiled driveway. His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings. Something felt… off.Where were the security guards?Since the prime minister was inside the mansion it was supposed to be heavily guarded. But no, it was too quiet. No armed men. No patrols. Just the grand building standing tall under the morning sun.As he walked towards the entrance, the doors swung open before he could even knock. A well-dressed butler, his posture straight as an iron rod, gave a polite bow.“Master Marvin, welcome. Please, follow me.”Marvin nodded and stepped inside. The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of polished wood and expensive cologne.The butler led him through the long, marble-floored hallway, until they reached a set of heavy steel doors.With a soft beep, the doors slid open, revealing Uncle Christ
