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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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FORTY MEN AND A DEADLINE
Victor’s gaze fixed on Luiz, his eyes were a mixture of hope and desperation. “What solution? Tell me, Luiz! What can you do to help?” His voice cracked, the weight of his panic spilled into his words.Luiz leaned back slightly, exuding calm in contrast to Victor’s chaotic energy. “Mr. Vayne, amigo, I can get you up to forty men to help deliver the batteries to the retail market,” he said with quiet confidence.Victor’s heart skipped a beat. “Forty men?” he repeated, his voice was barely a whisper as he processed the words. Relief began to seep into his features, but Luiz’s next words made him freeze.“However,” Luiz added, his tone firm, “it will cost you.”Victor flinched at the statement. He had no room for negotiation, no time to bargain. Desperation had tightened its grip on him. His voice came out rushed, almost pleading. “How much, Luiz? Tell me how much. Whatever it is, I’ll make it happen.”Luiz folded his arms and let the silence stretch for a few moments before replying, “
DESPERATIONS OFFER
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
