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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A SILENT WITNESS
Victor Vayne’s breath came in shallow gasps as the cold dread seeped further into his chest. His eyes darted from the convulsing woman to the pale foam trailing down her chin. This wasn’t normal—this wasn’t right. His fingers hovered over her shoulder, unsure whether to touch her again or pull back in fear.“Damn it!” Victor cursed under his breath. His calm, composed demeanor was slipping away. The confident man who had just celebrated his birthday party was now crumbling under the weight of an unexplainable horror.Her trembling began to subside, but not in a way that brought comfort. The violent spasms slowed to weak jerks before stopping altogether. For a brief moment, her chest rose with a faint, shallow gasp. Victor’s heart lifted—but then she went still.“Hey! Don’t do this!” Victor’s voice cracked, filled with a desperation he hadn’t felt in years. He placed his hand on her chest, searching for any sign of life, but her body was limp. “No, no, no!”His hands shook as he r
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR LANDON'S HINT
One Week Later Victor Vayne sat at the head of the long, polished mahogany table in the Voltforge company boardroom. The walls were lined with abstract art, it was a subtle reminder of the company’s innovation and success in the energy sector. Around him sat twelve of the company’s top executives and board members, each holding a sleek tablet loaded with charts, projections, and financial reports.The air buzzed with the seriousness of the moment, but Victor remained composed, his sharp blue suit radiated authority.“We need to act now if Voltforge is to stay ahead of our competitors,” Victor began, his voice was calm but firm. His piercing eyes swept across the room. “Energex has been making aggressive moves in renewable energy development. Their partnerships with government agencies are a direct threat to our market dominance. We can’t let them overshadow us.”Mr. Clark, a stout man with a gruff voice, leaned forward. He adjusted his glasses and spoke. “I agree with you, Mr. Vayne
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR SECRETS UNVEILED
Victor Vayne swallowed hard, his mind started racing. The calm exterior he worked so hard to maintain cracked just slightly as he asked, “What exactly are you talking about, Mr. Landon?”Landon smirked knowingly and leaned closer, his breath was warm against Victor’s ear. “Since you insist on playing innocent, I’ll remind you,” he said, his voice was low but deliberate. He leaned in closer towards Victor Vayne's ear. “I know about the woman who passed out in your room on the night of your birthday… about a week ago.”Victor’s heart thudded in his chest as his face turned pale. The words hit him like a lightning bolt. His secret, the incident he thought was buried deep, was now out in the open.Victor’s body stiffened as he stammered, “H-how did you—”Landon straightened up, and straightened the top of his grey hair. His demeanor was calm yet commanding. “Nothing about you is hidden from me, Mr. Vayne,” he said, his tone was cold and confident. “I made you. I am a pillar of this co
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
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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.
WHEN MASKS SPEAK
Suddenly, a low rumble echoed through the grand hall.The dome above began to shift.All eyes turned upward.A mechanical sound, smooth yet commanding, filled the air as a massive lid, once invisible within the ceiling’s design, slid open with perfect precision. Light poured in from above, illuminating a structure hidden until now.And then—down it came.From the shadows above, a circular platform descended slowly. On it were nine tall chairs arranged in a perfect arc, each carved from obsidian stone and lined with radiant etchings of glowing otherworldly energy. Seated upon those chairs were the nine Elders—the final authority in Westwood, silent guardians of Westwood's law, balance, and ancient bloodlines.Their presence shifted the air itself.Each Elder was clothed in the same ash-gray robe. From head to toe, their bodies were hidden beneath the heavy cloth. Their faces were concealed behind smooth, expressionless masks, but one thing distinguished the Elder who spoke: a Synapt
VEILS TORN THRONES SHAKEN
“You Richmonds have always used your Synapticore abilities to twist the truth, to manipulate situations in your favor. You talk about forgiveness, but what you really want is power. The same power your father tried to control, the same power that nearly destroyed this city.”Marvin’s fists didn’t just clench—they shook, not with fury, but with heartbreak.This wasn’t coming from an enemy. This wasn’t political slander or some casual attack on the Richmond name.This was Tariq.The man Marvin had shielded when the city’s shadows orchestrated by his own father came for his secrets.The man who stood on a platform Marvin helped him build—by exposing his own father’s schemes and handing Tariq the leverage that turned him from a potential casualty… to a crowned king of Westwood’s new elite.And now—this.The words came not as accusations, but like poisoned arrows dipped in betrayal.He could’ve endured a thousand critics.He could’ve survived a thousand lies.But not this.Not from him.It
HEIR OF THE UNFORGIVEN
The room remained tense, there was a palpable weight hanging between Marvin and the assembly of Westwood's most powerful families. The faces of the family heads, their assistants and escorts, including the elders were frozen, watching him with eyes that ranged from skepticism to contempt. Marvin’s heart drummed in his chest, but his resolve had hardened. He wasn’t going to back down. Not now.Evander Velcan’s voice had shaken the ground beneath his feet, dragging the name of his father through the mud, painting it with every accusation that the wind had ever carried. Mikhail Grigori’s biting words cut deeper, making it seem as though every mistake of the Richmond family was somehow an unforgivable curse on the land. The attack was vicious. But Marvin had known it was coming. He had expected it. Now, he had to make them understand.He took a deep breath, his palms were sweating against the smooth wood of the podium. His father wasn’t perfect. Far from it. But Mr. Richmond had given
THE WEIGHT OF A NAME
Marvin stood before the gathering of Westwood’s mightiest, adjusting the collar of his coat as a heavy silence settled in. The light from above cast a soft halo around him, as if the heavens themselves watched with bated breath. He placed both hands gently on the podium, leaned in just a little, and let his gaze sweep across the room.He could feel it—the weight of history pressing against him, the silent judgments from every corner of the Grand Dome, and the cold scrutiny of those seated behind the shadowed glass in the Observation Hall. But Marvin was not here to shrink. He was here to speak.His voice came out steady and calm.“I know many of you do not expect much from me today. Some of you may even believe that I do not deserve this stage. But I did not come here to argue over opinions.”He paused, allowing the room to absorb his words.“I came here to speak about the future—about something that concerns every man, woman, and child in Westwood. I came to speak about the Astraly
NINE ABOVE ONE BELOW
Marvin sat beside his father, Mr. Richmond, under the glowing dome lights. His face remained calm, but his mind was racing. He could feel the eyes of every family head on him. Some looked confused. Others looked threatened. But he didn’t care. There was something he needed to know—something only his father could tell him.He leaned closer to Mr. Richmond and spoke quietly.“Where are they?” Marvin asked.Mr. Richmond looked at him, puzzled for a second.“The elders,” Marvin said, his voice was low but firm. “You said they approved your return. Are they here? In this dome?”Mr. Richmond nodded slowly. “Yes, they are.”Marvin’s brows drew together. He scanned the room again but saw no one unusual—just the usual faces from the powerful families, seated like royalty in their special corners.“Then where?” Marvin asked, his voice was barely above a whisper. “I don’t see them.”Mr. Richmond took a breath before answering. “They are here, but you won’t see them. They have chosen to stay hid
