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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE HOLLOW THRONE
Victor Vayne watched as the last of his guests were escorted out of his grand mansion. His stewards and enforcers moved with practiced efficiency, guiding the partygoers to their cars and waiting chauffeurs. Polite farewells filled the cool night air, but Victor barely noticed. His mind was consumed by the disastrous events of the evening.He walked slowly down the dimly lit hallway, the echo of his footsteps were the only sound. His mansion, normally a symbol of his wealth and power, now felt like a hollow shell. The lavish decorations, the expensive wine, the grandeur of the evening—it all seemed pointless.The humiliation burned deep. His birthday party, the night meant to celebrate him, had become a spectacle. And all because of that man.Isaiah Woods.The name grated on his nerves. Who was he? How had he managed to upstage him in front of everyone? The mere thought made Victor’s stomach churn. The admiration, the applause, the attention—it had all been stolen by Isaiah. And
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE CONVULSING SLUT
Victor Vayne's sharp eyes caught subtle details in the woman's demeanor. Her smile, though alluring, carried a cryptic edge, as if she knew a secret he didn’t. A slight tremor in her hand betrayed a hint of nervousness, and the faintest smack of her lips added an air of mystery.But none of it mattered. Not tonight.The humiliation of the evening burned deep within him, and here she was—a distraction, a balm for his wounded pride. The desire simmering in his chest pushed every rational thought aside.Victor stepped closer, his towering figure casting a shadow over her as the firelight flickered. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek before tilting her chin up. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, it was as though the rest of the world had faded."You came here for me," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "And tonight, you’ll do exactly as I say."The woman didn’t reply, but her lips parted slightly, her breath hitching as his gaze darkened. Victor leaned in, c
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
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Marvin took a deep breath, letting the moment sink in. The weight of the award in his hands was a reminder of how far he had come.He looked up, his gaze was steady as he addressed the audience. His voice was calm but carried an undeniable strength."First, I want to thank my uncle, Christopher Richmond. Without him, I wouldn't be standing here today. When I was lost, he guided me. When I doubted myself, he believed in me. He taught me that greatness isn’t given—it’s earned. Uncle Christopher, this victory is as much yours as it is mine. Thank you."The audience clapped warmly. Some nodded in agreement, recognizing the older Richmond’s contributions.Marvin continued, "I also want to express my gratitude to the Neovalle government. Years ago, when I presented my project—Helios—it was just an idea, a dream. But this city saw potential where others saw nothing. They gave me my first real platform, and from there, Helios took off. The rest… well, the rest is history. Thank you for believ
CROWNING TRIUMPH
Marvin sat still, his body was tense as the anticipation in the hall thickened. His heart pounded hard against his ribs, each beat was echoing in his ears like a war drum. He felt the pressure of the moment gripping him, the weight of countless expectations resting on his shoulders. His fingers twitched slightly against his thighs, his breath was slow but measured.Meanwhile, Richard Whitfield sat with an air of supreme confidence. He smirked, his chin slightly raised, as if he had already envisioned himself walking onto that stage and shaking hands with the First Lady. The gleam in his eyes screamed victory, his demeanor was one of a man who believed the night belonged to him.Mrs. Evelyn Harold held the decorated envelope in her hands, with her fingers resting lightly on its golden edges. As she stared at the bold lettering inside, her brows furrowed slightly. A flicker of something unreadable crossed her face—annoyance? Displeasure? Whatever it was, it did not go unnoticed.Ma
TECH MAN OF THE YEAR
Marvin’s breath caught in his throat. His pulse quickened as he gazed at Helena, his eyes looked to be searching hers, desperate to understand what she was about to say. He could see the conflict within her, the hesitation and longing battling beneath her trembling lips."Because of what?" Marvin asked, his voice was barely above a whisper.Helena swallowed hard, her hands were still lightly touching his face. Slowly, she exhaled, as if gathering the courage to reveal the truth she had hidden for so long."Because I love you, Marvin," she said softly, with a voice that was filled with raw emotion. "I wanted to be with you in every way possible. I wanted to love you the way a human woman could."Marvin’s brows furrowed slightly, his heart was pounding against his ribs.Helena continued, her fingers brushing against his cheek. "I sacrificed my Synapticore Force... so I could be with the man I love. So I could make love to you, hold you, flesh on flesh and experience life as you do."Ma
A NIGHT OF FATE AND PASSION
By the way, Marvin could see the depth of her longing, the unspoken pain in her words. And now, his own emotions swirled in a confusing mess of guilt, regret, and sorrow. He felt a lump in his throat and struggled to find the right words, but his shame kept him quiet. What could he say? He had never imagined this side of her—this vulnerable, broken part.Before he could speak, the sound of footsteps echoed from nearby, and the illusion of solitude was shattered. A few people were beginning to walk in the direction of their secluded spot, unaware of the intimate moment they were interrupting.Marvin shifted uncomfortably, feeling exposed. The conversation, so private, suddenly felt too vulnerable, too raw for anyone to overhear. He looked at Helena, who seemed to be lost in her own thoughts. Her tears were still falling, but there was nothing he could say to ease her pain now—not with others coming closer.Helena’s expression remained unreadable, but Marvin could feel the weight of
MACHINE TO HUMAN
Helena took a deep breath before speaking again, her fingers still tracing the edge of her glass. She hesitated, her eyes flickering to the side for a brief moment before returning to Marvin."I got tired of being a machine," she said, her voice was soft but heavy with the weight of her words. "I wanted to feel… more like a human being."Marvin’s heart raced as he listened to her, and for a moment, he was tempted to read her mind. The Synapticore Force inside him hummed with curiosity, urging him to understand the truth hidden in her thoughts. But he quickly resisted the temptation. He respected her privacy—if she wanted him to know something, she would tell him.Her eyes locked onto his, and a slight, knowing smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Perhaps she noticed the brief flicker of uncertainty in him, but Marvin wasn’t sure.“How about your Synapticore?” Marvin asked, his voice was low but curious. He didn’t want to press her, but something inside him urged him to ask.He
THE ILLUSION OF FLESH
Helena turned around slowly, her eyes widening in surprise as she saw Marvin standing there. For a moment, everything seemed to stop. Her gaze was locked onto his, and in that split second, a smile began to form on her lips, as if she had been waiting for this exact moment."Marvin?" she said, her voice was a mixture of disbelief and joy. "Is it really you?"Marvin’s confusion deepened, his heart started racing. He had never seen her like this before. She was standing before him, completely human, with no trace of the mechanical features he had once known. The skin on her face, smooth and flawless, reflected the warm light of the room. Her body, once metallic and artificial, now had the softness and warmth of flesh.“Helena... what... what happened to you? Your body is...” Marvin whispered, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the words.He stepped closer, unable to stop himself, reaching out and gently taking her hands in his. He was careful, as if afraid to break the
EYES THAT FOLLOWED HER
Don’t get too comfortable; it’ll never stand the test of time.” Mr Whitfield said. Marvin’s expression remained composed and respectful. "Thank you, Mr. Whitfield. It’s an honor to be considered among such esteemed company. I truly wish you a successful and enjoyable evening.” Whitfield scoffed, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Marvin, as if he was dismissing him entirely. Marvin smiled politely before turning to walk away, his eyes scanning the room. He felt the weight of the remark given to him by Mr Whitfield but he didn’t let it affect him. He had more important things to focus on. As Marvin walked away from the conversation, he grabbed a drink from the nearby bar and took a sip. The glass was cold in his hand, but the warmth of the event was undeniable. People were chatting, laughing, and exchanging stories, but Marvin couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on him. He was a nominee, but he was also a target for some who thought his success was unwarranted. Out of
THE SPOTLIGHT
Marvin’s presence sent a ripple through the crowd. All eyes were on him. Cameras flashed non-stop, and reporters scrambled to get their shot, eager for an audience with him. His security detail, always prepared, quickly stepped forward, ensuring the space remained clear and safe.As Marvin strode down the red carpet, the energy in the air grew even more intense. Reporters and journalists surged forward, eager to get a word from him."Mr. Richmond! Over here!" The female reporter called out, holding her microphone high as she tried to push past the security detail.Another journalist, a man in a navy-blue suit, raised his voice, “Marvin! Just a few questions, please! How does it feel to be a top nominee for Tech Man of the Year?”The protocol officers and Marvin’s personal security moved swiftly, forming a protective barrier around him."Back up, please! Give him space!" one of the security officers ordered, his voice was firm.But the reporters were relentless. Cameras flashed wildl
EYES ON MARVIN
Two weeks later, the grand occasion had finally arrived—the Apex Tech Gala. The atmosphere at Neovalle’s Grand Hall was electric, the air was filled with excitement and anticipation. The hall itself as usual stood as a beacon of modernity and luxury, a towering structure with shimmering glass walls that reflected the city’s skyline, which sparkled under the evening sky.Outside, the red carpet stretched long, flanked by photographers and reporters eager to capture the high-profile guests. Limos and sleek black cars arrived one after another, carrying dignitaries and influential figures from across the tech world. The Governor, a well-known figure in Neovalle’s political scene, stepped out of his vehicle first, with his presence commanding attention. The Prime Minister followed closely behind, his face was calm but authoritative as he waved to the cheering crowd. Uncle Christopher, dressed in his finest attire, exchanged a few words with the Governor before making his way inside.
