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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE EDGE OF DESPERATION
Marvin stopped beside Ethan, staring down at him, with his heart pounding.The man’s face was pale, too pale, almost like a ghost. His chest rose and fell steadily, but he looked lifeless—like someone lost in a deep, unreachable dream. The steady beep of the heart monitor was the only proof that Ethan was still alive.Marvin swallowed hard. He clenched his fists, and his mind was racing."Wake up, man. Please, wake up."The words screamed silently in his head, over and over again, growing louder with every second.The doctors had warned him. Ethan needed rest. His body and mind were fragile, barely hanging on the edge between recovery and relapse. Waking him too soon could cause serious damage.But Marvin didn’t have time.Forty-eight hours. That was all he had.If Ethan didn’t wake up soon, Helios Enterprise would be finished. The audit would fail. The Prime Minister would shut everything down. His accounts would be frozen. His enemies would celebrate.He clenched his jaw. He could
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR DARK HORIZONS
Four hours later…Marvin's office was dark, except for the faint glow of the city lights bleeding through the large windows. The clock on the wall ticked softly, marking each passing second with a cruel, steady rhythm.It was 7:00 PM.Marvin sat in his black leather chair, slouched back, with a glass of beer in one hand and a half-smoked cigarette in the other. Smoke curled lazily around him, filling the room with a bitter haze.His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, his tie loosened, and his hair was a mess. His eyes were bloodshot, heavy with exhaustion and grief. He looked like a man who had just lost everything—because he had.Ethan Voss was dead.His only chance to expose Mr. Crowe. Gone.The wild beeping of the heart monitor still echoed in Marvin’s head, sharp and haunting. The image of Ethan convulsing, his body jerking violently, his face twisted in pain, was burned into his mind.Marvin took a long drag from the cigarette, the tip glowing red in the dim light. He exhal
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A LETTER FROM THE PRINCIPAL
The next day… At Brightstone Academy, one of the most prestigious high schools in Neovalle, the air was thick with tension.The seniors were writing their final exams.The large examination hall was silent, except for the soft scratching of pens and the occasional rustling of papers. The faint hum of the ceiling fans did little to ease the thick anticipation that hung over the students like a storm cloud.The clock on the wall showed 11:55 AM.Only five minutes remained.Students shifted in their seats, some of them started glancing anxiously at the clock, while others scribbled furiously, trying to finish their answers. A few had already leaned back, confident, their arms were crossed as they waited for the time to run out.Their faces were relaxed, as though the weight of the exam was nothing but a gentle breeze to them.“Time’s almost up,” the invigilator, Mr. Xavier, announced. His voice was calm but firm, cutting through the silence like a blade.The tension grew thicker.Pens
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR TRIUMPH AND TERROR
Vanessa’s heart thudded softly in her chest as she reached for the envelope. Her slender fingers hesitated for just a moment before she picked it up, with the crisp white paper cool against her skin.She glanced up at Mr. Xavier, but his expression gave nothing away.With a quiet breath, she slid her finger under the flap and carefully opened the envelope.Inside was a single sheet of fine paper, folded neatly.She unfolded it and began to read.Her eyes moved across the words slowly at first, then faster, her eyebrows lifting slightly as she absorbed what was written.The letter was from the principal himself.Dear Miss Crowe,It is with great pride that we inform you that you not only excelled in your final year examinations but also achieved an outstanding score in the entrance exam for the most prestigious college in Neovalle…Her breath caught.Mr. Xavier, watching her closely, spoke gently, his voice was warm with pride.“You aced your final year highschool exams with grace and
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR BLOOD ON THE MARBLE FLOOR
In the grand living room of the Crowe mansion, Mr. Darius Crowe sat stiffly on a plush leather couch, with a crystal glass of whiskey in his hand. His sharp gaze was fixed on the large television screen before him, where a live broadcast of a political rally was playing.It was Dave Cromwell’s campaign rally.The crowd was massive—thousands of people stood shoulder to shoulder, waving banners and chanting his name. The sheer energy in the air made Darius's jaw tighten. His grip on the whiskey glass grew firmer.He had expected a strong turnout, but this? This was something else. The people of Eastern Neovalle were fired up. Too fired up.As the camera zoomed in on Dave Cromwell, the man in question lifted a microphone, with his face stretching into a confident smirk.“My fellow citizens of Eastern Neovalle,” Cromwell’s voice boomed through the speakers, “this election isn’t just about promises. It’s about fate! Destiny! And most importantly—divine will!”The crowd erupted into chee
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR TICKING CLOCK RISING FURY
He took a step forward, his voice was quieter this time, but it was heavy with urgency.“Where… where is my daughter?”The room fell into silence.The only sound was the pained breathing of the bleeding man.Darius’s heart pounded.Then, with what little strength he had left, the injured enforcer lifted his bloodied hand and pointed a shaking finger at Darius.His cracked lips parted, and he gasped out three words.“They took her.”Darius Crowe felt his world tilt. His breath caught in his throat, and for the first time in years, he felt true, unshakable fear. His grip on the whiskey glass faltered, and before he could stop it—CRASH!The crystal glass slipped from his fingers, shattering against the cold marble floor. Whiskey spilled across the tiles, with dark amber liquid spreading in jagged patterns, but Darius didn’t care.His entire focus was on the bloodied man before him.His chest rose and fell with deep, heavy breaths. His fingers curled into fists at his sides, nails digg
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE NEW RICHMOND
Marvin had just stepped down from his sleek, charcoal-gray Mitsubishi Mirage, with the sun reflecting off its polished surface. His heart was still racing from the events of the past few days. He had just wrapped up the auctioning of his father’s tech goods, it was a massive success that spanned three intense days. The final tally? What he generated from the auction? Was a staggering four million dollars. "Father is going to be proud," Marvin thought with a growing sense of accomplishment. His chest swelled with pride. This was his moment—it was proof that he was ready to take on more responsibility as the heir to Richmond Tech Group. As the only child, he’d always felt the weight of the family’s expectations. Today, he felt like he’d finally measured up. As he stepped into the grand Richmond mansion, the cool air and familiar scent of polished wood greeted him. His legs felt heavy from exhaustion, and without a second thought, he headed straight to his room, collapsing onto
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE HEIR'S REJECTION
“For goodness’ sake, Dad, how could you betray me by depriving me of my right as the rightful heir to your empire?” Marvin’s voice cracked with fury and disbelief. His chest heaved, his emotions were churning in a violent storm. His father, Mr. Richmond, didn’t flinch. He raised his hand to point at the shimmering Synapticore mark on his forehead, its soft glow was now a blinding reminder of the line that separated them. “Well, it’s simple, Marvin,” Mr. Richmond said coolly, his voice was flat, devoid of any warmth. “You don’t have *this*.” Marvin clenched his fists, his nails started digging into his palms as his father’s words cut deeper than any wound. “Oh, so it all comes down to this?” His frustration simmered beneath the surface, threatening to explode. “After everything I’ve done for this company, after all the bridges I’ve helped you build? I alone have generated over a hundred million dollars in three years for your so-called legacy.” His father scoffed, not even bother
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TICKING CLOCK RISING FURY
He took a step forward, his voice was quieter this time, but it was heavy with urgency.“Where… where is my daughter?”The room fell into silence.The only sound was the pained breathing of the bleeding man.Darius’s heart pounded.Then, with what little strength he had left, the injured enforcer lifted his bloodied hand and pointed a shaking finger at Darius.His cracked lips parted, and he gasped out three words.“They took her.”Darius Crowe felt his world tilt. His breath caught in his throat, and for the first time in years, he felt true, unshakable fear. His grip on the whiskey glass faltered, and before he could stop it—CRASH!The crystal glass slipped from his fingers, shattering against the cold marble floor. Whiskey spilled across the tiles, with dark amber liquid spreading in jagged patterns, but Darius didn’t care.His entire focus was on the bloodied man before him.His chest rose and fell with deep, heavy breaths. His fingers curled into fists at his sides, nails digg
BLOOD ON THE MARBLE FLOOR
In the grand living room of the Crowe mansion, Mr. Darius Crowe sat stiffly on a plush leather couch, with a crystal glass of whiskey in his hand. His sharp gaze was fixed on the large television screen before him, where a live broadcast of a political rally was playing.It was Dave Cromwell’s campaign rally.The crowd was massive—thousands of people stood shoulder to shoulder, waving banners and chanting his name. The sheer energy in the air made Darius's jaw tighten. His grip on the whiskey glass grew firmer.He had expected a strong turnout, but this? This was something else. The people of Eastern Neovalle were fired up. Too fired up.As the camera zoomed in on Dave Cromwell, the man in question lifted a microphone, with his face stretching into a confident smirk.“My fellow citizens of Eastern Neovalle,” Cromwell’s voice boomed through the speakers, “this election isn’t just about promises. It’s about fate! Destiny! And most importantly—divine will!”The crowd erupted into chee
TRIUMPH AND TERROR
Vanessa’s heart thudded softly in her chest as she reached for the envelope. Her slender fingers hesitated for just a moment before she picked it up, with the crisp white paper cool against her skin.She glanced up at Mr. Xavier, but his expression gave nothing away.With a quiet breath, she slid her finger under the flap and carefully opened the envelope.Inside was a single sheet of fine paper, folded neatly.She unfolded it and began to read.Her eyes moved across the words slowly at first, then faster, her eyebrows lifting slightly as she absorbed what was written.The letter was from the principal himself.Dear Miss Crowe,It is with great pride that we inform you that you not only excelled in your final year examinations but also achieved an outstanding score in the entrance exam for the most prestigious college in Neovalle…Her breath caught.Mr. Xavier, watching her closely, spoke gently, his voice was warm with pride.“You aced your final year highschool exams with grace and
A LETTER FROM THE PRINCIPAL
The next day… At Brightstone Academy, one of the most prestigious high schools in Neovalle, the air was thick with tension.The seniors were writing their final exams.The large examination hall was silent, except for the soft scratching of pens and the occasional rustling of papers. The faint hum of the ceiling fans did little to ease the thick anticipation that hung over the students like a storm cloud.The clock on the wall showed 11:55 AM.Only five minutes remained.Students shifted in their seats, some of them started glancing anxiously at the clock, while others scribbled furiously, trying to finish their answers. A few had already leaned back, confident, their arms were crossed as they waited for the time to run out.Their faces were relaxed, as though the weight of the exam was nothing but a gentle breeze to them.“Time’s almost up,” the invigilator, Mr. Xavier, announced. His voice was calm but firm, cutting through the silence like a blade.The tension grew thicker.Pens
DARK HORIZONS
Four hours later…Marvin's office was dark, except for the faint glow of the city lights bleeding through the large windows. The clock on the wall ticked softly, marking each passing second with a cruel, steady rhythm.It was 7:00 PM.Marvin sat in his black leather chair, slouched back, with a glass of beer in one hand and a half-smoked cigarette in the other. Smoke curled lazily around him, filling the room with a bitter haze.His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, his tie loosened, and his hair was a mess. His eyes were bloodshot, heavy with exhaustion and grief. He looked like a man who had just lost everything—because he had.Ethan Voss was dead.His only chance to expose Mr. Crowe. Gone.The wild beeping of the heart monitor still echoed in Marvin’s head, sharp and haunting. The image of Ethan convulsing, his body jerking violently, his face twisted in pain, was burned into his mind.Marvin took a long drag from the cigarette, the tip glowing red in the dim light. He exhal
THE EDGE OF DESPERATION
Marvin stopped beside Ethan, staring down at him, with his heart pounding.The man’s face was pale, too pale, almost like a ghost. His chest rose and fell steadily, but he looked lifeless—like someone lost in a deep, unreachable dream. The steady beep of the heart monitor was the only proof that Ethan was still alive.Marvin swallowed hard. He clenched his fists, and his mind was racing."Wake up, man. Please, wake up."The words screamed silently in his head, over and over again, growing louder with every second.The doctors had warned him. Ethan needed rest. His body and mind were fragile, barely hanging on the edge between recovery and relapse. Waking him too soon could cause serious damage.But Marvin didn’t have time.Forty-eight hours. That was all he had.If Ethan didn’t wake up soon, Helios Enterprise would be finished. The audit would fail. The Prime Minister would shut everything down. His accounts would be frozen. His enemies would celebrate.He clenched his jaw. He could
RACING AGAINST SHADOWS
The governor’s confused voice hung in the air."What… what do you mean, Mr. Marvin?"Marvin took a slow breath, steadying himself. He knew this was his only chance to shift the tides — to save his company, his reputation, and his life’s work."Your Excellency," he began, his tone was firm but respectful. "I am a businessman who only just made it into the commercial scene not too long ago. Why would anyone think I would risk everything — the trust of the public, my company’s future — by not just failing to do my job well, but causing a great disaster? A disaster that led to casualties?"He let the question linger, heavy with unspoken truth."The Lunebrook incident was not my doing," Marvin continued, with the heat of conviction rising in his voice. "In fact, I have been quietly gathering evidence, and from everything I’ve found, Darius Crowe stands out as a suspect. There are traces of interference… patterns too calculated to be mere coincidence."A tense silence followed. Marvin coul
A DANGEROUS PROPOSITION
The governor sighed, it was a long and tired sound, the kind that carried the weight of unpleasant truths."Yes, Mr. Marvin, I am aware," he replied, a bit reluctantly, as though he had been dreading this conversation.Marvin’s grip on the phone tightened, his knuckles were whitening as cold fury simmered beneath his skin. His voice grew sharper, cutting through the tension like a blade."But I thought you said that your government would protect my company despite the scandal I’m in at the moment?" Marvin’s words came out slow and deliberate, each syllable was edged with restrained anger.The line went silent for a moment, the weight of the governor’s hesitation started thickening the air. Marvin could almost hear the gears turning on the other end as the governor sounded like he was choosing his words carefully."It is Mr. Darius Crowe…" the governor began, his voice was low, almost conspiratorial. "He’s been working hard to see you and your company suffer. Information reached me
HELIOS ON THE BRINK
Inside Marvin Richmond’s private lab, the lights were dim. The air smelled of antiseptic, cold and clean.Ethan Voss lay on a white hospital bed, his body was covered with bandages. A thin blanket was pulled up to his chest. The heart monitor beside him beeped softly, showing a slow but steady rhythm.A tall man in a white coat stood beside the bed, checking Ethan’s pulse. His name was Dr. Lewis, a trusted doctor sent by Dr. Hayes to treat Ethan’s injuries upon Marvin's request.Marvin Richmond stood a few feet away, his arms were crossed tightly. His sharp eyes never left Ethan’s pale face.“How bad is he?” Marvin asked, his voice was cold, but there was a hint of worry.Dr. Lewis sighed, removing his gloves. His expression was serious.“He’s stable now, but the injuries are severe,” the doctor said quietly. “He has two broken ribs, a concussion, and a deep cut on his right thigh. He also inhaled a lot of smoke from the fire… If we hadn’t treated him quickly, he might not have made
