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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR PRIDE IN CHAINS
Victor Vayne's eyes widened in shock as the officer's words sank in. “Under arrest?” he echoed, his voice trembling. “What are you talking about? What crime have I committed?”The lead officer remained calm, his expression was unreadable. “Mr. Vayne, I strongly suggest you come with us to the station. You’ll receive a fair hearing there, and all your questions will be answered.”Victor shot up from his seat, and his anger was barely contained. “Fair hearing?” he barked, his tone rising. “Do you know where you are? This is Voltforge headquarters! My company! What gave you the audacity to walk in here and attempt to arrest me? Do you know who I am?”The officer stood his ground, his tone was firm but measured. “We are fully aware of who you are, Mr. Vayne. That’s why we’re here. Please cooperate and come with us peacefully.”Victor’s nostrils flared as he paced back and forth, his mind racing. He finally stopped and pointed a finger at the officer. “I need to speak to my lawyer right no
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
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Victor Vayne’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion. His hands were shaking, and his breathing became erratic as he sat down in his chair. The weight of the situation crashed down on him, and for a moment, he couldn't think clearly. His thoughts were a jumbled mess of panic, frustration, and regret. He had made a huge mistake firing all the drivers so early, and now the consequences of his actions were staring him in the face."How many batteries are we talking about?" Victor asked, trying to regain some control over the situation, though his voice betrayed his inner turmoil."About five hundred thousand packs, sir," Lucien replied, his voice still shaky.Victor’s head collapsed into his hands, and he leaned forward, as the pressure of the situation began squeezing the life out of him. Five hundred thousand packs of volatile Dynocell batteries, with each one worth five hundred dollars. If they didn’t get to market in time, they’d be ruined—no, worse, they could explode, causing damag
A CALL OF CONSEQUENCE
Victor’s phone buzzed loudly on the desk, cutting through the otherwise oppressive silence. His eyes flicked to the screen, and his stomach tightened when he saw the name. Mr. Landon.For a brief moment, Victor froze, his mind started racing through possible scenarios. He could feel his pulse quicken. Then, after a long pause, he picked up the call and pressed the phone to his ear, his fingers curling tightly around it.“Hello, Mr. Landon,” Victor said, his voice was steady but it carried an edge of authority.“Ah, Victor,” Mr. Landon’s voice came through, calm and measured. “How are you today?”Victor leaned back in his chair, his fingers were still tight from the frustration of his earlier encounter with the drivers. “Everything’s fine, as usual,” he replied, keeping his tone neutral.A brief silence stretched between them before Mr. Landon spoke again, his voice taking on a curious, almost probing tone. “I heard you sacked your drivers. Is that true?”Victor’s breath hitched sligh
NO SECOND CHANCES
Victor’s eyes narrowed, his lips pressing into a thin line. For a moment, it seemed as though he might waver. But then, he turned his back to them again, his stance rigid and unyielding.“Security will escort you out of you all waste any more time here,” he said firmly, his voice was void of emotion. “Leave your badges and company property before you go.”The drivers erupted into louder pleas, their voices were desperate and broken, but Victor didn’t turn around. His mind was made up—or so it seemed.Victor’s eyes narrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line. For a moment, it seemed as though he might waver. The tension in the room was thick, and the drivers clung to the faint hope that he might reconsider. But then, without warning, he turned his back to them again, his stance was rigid and unyielding.“Security will escort you all out if you waste any more time here,” he said firmly, as his voice was devoid of emotion. “Leave your badges and company property before you go.”The room
A JOKE GONE TOO FAR
The driver stepped forward, his face was pale, yet he clasped his hands tightly in front of him as if bracing himself for the storm ahead. His voice trembled with a mix of humility and desperation.“Mr. Vayne, with all due respect,” he began carefully, his gaze firmly on the floor, “we would never, ever think of you as a fool. Please, believe me when I say that. None of us here would dare to insult you or your intelligence.”Victor’s eyes narrowed, his arms were crossed as he stood like an immovable mountain. His silence pressed the driver to continue.“What you saw in that video,” the driver said, his tone pleading now, “was nothing but a skit—a stupid, drunken joke. We were… we were messing around after a few drinks. That’s all it was, sir. We would never harm the company or steal its money. It wasn’t serious.”Victor Vayne tilted his head slightly, his piercing gaze boring into the driver. “A skit?” he repeated slowly, his voice was calm yet filled with a dangerous edge. “You expec
THE BOLD DENIAL
The drivers exchanged uneasy glances, some turning to scan the group as though expecting Raymond to step forward at any moment. The silence grew heavier with each passing second as they shuffled uncomfortably.“Isn’t Mr Raymond here?” a young driver muttered under his breath, looking over his shoulder.“I thought he was right behind us,” another chimed in, as his brow was furrowed.The murmurs of confusion spread like wildfire. A few men called out Raymond’s name, their voices echoed in the spacious office, but no response came.After a few minutes of searching the group and glancing toward the door, it became painfully clear—Mr Raymond was not present.“He’s not here,” an older driver finally said, his voice carried a mix of disbelief and worry. “But he’s the one who told us to come here in the first place! He said it was an order from the boss.”“I could’ve sworn he was with us when we came in,” another driver added, scratching his head. “What’s going on?”The men exchanged confuse
RAGE UNLEASHED 2
Roughly two hours later, the sound of truck engines filled the air as a convoy of delivery vehicles rolled into the company headquarters.One by one, twenty trucks parked neatly in the company’s parking lot. The drivers climbed out of their trucks, each with different expressions—some tired, some curious, others just trying to stretch their legs after the long drive.The leader of the drivers, a stocky man named Raymond, stepped down from the first truck.He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, his face was tight with tension. As he looked around, he saw his colleagues chatting, laughing, or stretching, seemingly unaware of the storm that was about to hit.Raymond adjusted his cap, his mind racing, and then he raised his hand. His voice rang out loud and clear, cutting through the chatter.“Listen up!” he barked, his tone demanding attention.The voices of the drivers fell silent immediately. They all turned to look at Raymond, some frowning, others nervous. Th
RAGE UNLEASHED 1
Victor’s fists slammed against the desk, rattling the items on its surface. His voice was sharp and filled with venom as he cursed under his breath.“Damn them! Damn those lowlife thieves! I trusted them to work for me, to be loyal, and this—this is how they repay me? By stealing from me?”Luis Tarejo, startled by Victor’s outburst, raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Victor, cálmate! What is going on? Tell me, hombre, what has happened?”Victor’s jaw clenched as he pushed his laptop across the desk toward Luis. His voice was cold and deliberate. “Take it. Watch this video.”Luis hesitated for a moment before leaning forward, with a face that was etched with concern. He took the laptop, his fingers were steady as he clicked play.The room was silent, save for the voices from the video. Luis’s expression darkened as he watched the two drivers laughing and talking about skimming profits. When the video ended, Luis slammed the laptop shut, and his face was a mixture of shock and an
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
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
