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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR MARVIN'S COLD FRONT
"Hey, you guessed right." She noticed his hesitation. "Come on Marvin, hop on, let me gift you a lift." She said.Marvin hesitated for a moment as he looked at Stella and then back at the sleek car. His instincts told him to be careful. He didn’t know her well, and this whole thing seemed a bit too convenient. But with the evening shadows stretching across the pavement and the cool breeze brushing against his face, he slowly decided to take the chance. He nodded, still cautious, and opened the door to the passenger seat.As he slid in, Marvin couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. He glanced around the interior, taking in the scent of leather mixed with a faint hint of some expensive perfume. The car was spotless, with sleek black seats and high-tech gadgets lining the dashboard. Stella seemed to be watching him closely, and a subtle smile was still on her lips.“So, where do you stay?” Stella asked, her voice was smooth and unhurried.Marvin kept his answer brief. “Ju
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR DEALS AND DESIRES
Stella swallowed hard, and she could feel her heart racing. “Um, sorry, I just thought we could grab some food at a restaurant along this path.” She said nervously, as her voice was almost a whisper.Marvin didn’t seem to appreciate the suggestion. “Did I tell you that I was hungry?” he grunted, and his tone was filled with irritation.“Come on, Marvin.” She pressed on, trying to sound lighthearted. “It would be nice if we just grabbed a bite. You look hungry.”Marvin’s patience was wearing thin. He turned to her, and his eyes were now flashing with anger. “Pull over!” He demanded. “I’ll find my way. You’re acting weird, and I’m not having it.”Stella felt a wave of hurt wash over her. She had been trying to be nice, to find a way to connect with him, but he had no regard for her kindness. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, and her mind was racing with what to do next. She had two choices: either pull over and let him go or continue driving and insist they get food.Taking a de
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR CONFIDENCE VS CONCERN
A few days later, Stella sat nervously in the reception area of Orion Dynamics, checking her watch every few minutes. She glanced at the clock on the wall—Marvin was late. Her fingers tapped on her phone screen, and she quickly dialed his number. The phone rang, but Marvin didn’t pick up. She sighed, as her hands started sweating. This was a huge day for her, and the conglomerate groups from Navauria were already inside the building. Stella wiped her palms on her skirt and tried to take a deep breath. The waiting room felt too hot, and her heart was pounding in her chest.Finally, the glass doors slid open, and Marvin walked in. He was casually dressed in a plain white t-shirt, a clean pair of jeans, and some black Vans shoes. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and his face carried that calm, confident expression she’d always admired.Stella’s heart nearly skipped a beat. She felt lightheaded for a moment as she watched him stride toward her, each step confident and sure. For
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A TRUST IN MARVIN
Stella clenched her jaw, struggling to keep her frustration in check. She turned sharply on her heel, motioning for Marvin to follow her. Her hands were trembling slightly as she pushed open the large, frosted glass doors that led to the boardroom. Marvin strolled behind her, seemingly unconcerned.As Stella and Marvin entered the boardroom, there was a brief, nervous exchange between them. Stella glanced at Marvin and whispered, "You’ve got everything, right?" Marvin nodded calmly. "Of course, don’t worry." Stella, who was trying to keep her cool, felt a slight twinge of doubt. I hope nothing goes wrong, she thought, swallowing the lump in her throat as they approached the table of the Navaurian CEOs.The CEOs of the most powerful conglomerates in Navauria sat around a long, polished wooden table. The CEO of Teocipar Consortium, a stern-looking woman in a sleek gray suit, was tapping away on her tablet. The representatives from Tonanzilovic Holdings and Ixchelović Group were bu
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR STANDING OVATION
Marvin felt his heart skip a beat as he realized that the flash drive wasn't in his pocket. His fingers moved over the empty fabric again, hoping to find it, but it was nowhere to be found. He didn't let his expression change—his years of experience had taught him to stay calm in front of an audience, no matter the situation."Okay." Marvin said smoothly, "it seems I’ll have to make this presentation without any projection."Stella's eyes widened in alarm, but Marvin gave her a quick, reassuring look. He straightened up and faced the CEOs. "No problem. Let me walk you through the core ideas of the advanced cosmic energy proposal."He began speaking, laying out the basics of the project with a calm, confident tone. Marvin began, his voice steady and clear. “The advanced cosmic energy proposal revolves around using cosmic rays—high-energy particles that hit Earth all the time. Unlike solar or wind power, cosmic energy is available 24/7—”Before he could continue, the CEO of Ixchelov
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A HUMBLING SILENCE
Marvin slid his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone, as his calm expression was unchanged. As the CEOs gathered their things, murmuring quietly among themselves, Stella caught the glint in his eye—something was about to happen. He turned away from the room slightly and made a call, his voice was smooth and steady."Hello, Mr. Marvin," came the voice from the other end, crackling faintly through the phone’s speaker."Hello, Mr. CJ," Marvin replied, with an even tone. "I hope they’re here?""Yes, sir. I’m at the Orion Dynamics building now.""Good," Marvin nodded, glancing briefly toward the CEOs who were still exchanging pleasantries as they prepared to leave. "Get in quick, we’re in the boardroom.""On my way," CJ confirmed before the line went dead.Stella furrowed her brow. Mr. CJ? Who was he? And why was he at the Orion Dynamics building—her company’s headquarters? The CEOs, too, seemed perplexed. Marvin's sudden shift in tone, the air of secrecy, all left a strange te
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE SOLD OUT LIE
Marvin finished the last bite of his salad, savoring the crisp greens as he sat at the kitchen counter. His eyes glanced over at the clock. It was almost time. He wiped his hands on a napkin and stood up, heading to his room to get dressed. The phone in his pocket buzzed just as he started buttoning his shirt. He pulled it out, noticing Stella’s name on the screen. "Hello, Marvin," came Stella's voice."Hello, Stella," he replied smoothly. "What’s up?""I’m fine." she said, her tone was light but it was with a hint of excitement. "Are you already at the cinema?""No, not yet," Marvin responded, slipping his other arm into the sleeve of his shirt. "But I’ll be there soon.""How about your preparations? Are you done already?" Stella asked."Almost, almost done," Marvin said, glancing at himself in the mirror as he adjusted the collar of his shirt."Okay, good," Stella replied. "See you at the cinema, then.""Yeah, see you soon," Marvin said, hanging up.From the doorway, his mother,
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A BOLD DEMAND
Marvin took a deep breath as the hefty man in the suit finished purchasing his VIP tickets and strutted away with his loosely dressed entourage. His stomach churned, and anger simmered just beneath the surface, but Marvin clenched his fists and stepped forward to the counter, determined to keep his cool."Please, can I get two VIP tickets?" Marvin asked, his voice was calm but firm.The ticket seller glanced up at him, his expression was flat. Without a word, the young man grabbed the stack of VIP tickets he'd just given to the man in the suit and shoved them back into a locker behind the counter. He returned to Marvin with two regular tickets instead, sliding them across the counter."Give me your money," the salesman said, with a tone that was cold and dismissive.Marvin's jaw tightened. "Young man, don't start. You had VIP tickets a second ago. What’s going on? The ones you just gave me are regular membership tickets, not VIP."The ticket seller sighed, barely looking up. "Those
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WHISPERS INTO THE ABYSS
Marvin leaned forward slowly, his eyes were still locked on Mrs. Evelyn. The energy around him pulsed, calm and steady. His voice remained soft and hypnotic, like a gentle wind whispering in the ear.“Mrs. Evelyn,” he said again, “do you remember when everything seemed right in your life?”Her eyes, glassy and dazed, barely moved.“You had a job. A good one. You were proud of yourself. You were building a future. You met a man… someone who made you feel seen. You got married. You had a child, with time you had children. Your world was bright then, wasn’t it?”A faint tear rolled down Evelyn’s cheek, but she didn’t move. Her arms hung limp by her side.“But life,” Marvin said, his voice even softer, “life always has deal breakers. It always hides things. Twists things. You didn’t know who your husband really was. He wasn’t normal. He was an Over Being.”Mrs. Evelyn blinked slowly, her lips parted slightly. The words were slipping deep into her mind.“Your daughter…” Marvin’s tone lowe
A HERO OR PAWN
Marvin stood still. Silent. His eyes were fixed on Mrs. Evelyn, but his thoughts were far away.Two choices.Two paths.Both dangerous.Both heavy.His mind drifted deeper, into the maze of choices that now surrounded him.If he let Mrs. Evelyn go… if he walked away and let her live… he knew what that meant.She would continue her mission.She would keep poisoning minds.And maybe… maybe one day she would succeed in wiping out all Over Beings.People like him.People like Helena. Like Stella Orion both of his love interests.If he chose that path, he was choosing war. Choosing danger. Choosing a future filled with blood.But then again…If he killed her now—right here, in her weakened state—he would be praised.The Prime Minister would call him a hero.He would earn fame, rewards, power… safety.The world of over beings would clap for him though secretly.But Marvin's heart felt heavy.Because what if the Prime Minister was the true villain?What if he had caused Patricia to die… just
THE BIRTH OF MADNESS
Marvin’s voice stayed calm, but the weight of it pressed against her mind like a steady hand."What happened after he injected her?" he asked gently.Mrs. Evelyn’s eyes flickered. Her lips trembled, and her voice came slow and dazed, like she was drifting between the past and the present."She screamed..." she said weakly. "Not like anything I’d ever heard. Her body shook." She paused. After a few days, her veins started glowing blue, her skin turned cold and... parts of her fingers, her toes... they started withering.""Like... like something inside was eating her alive."Marvin’s throat tightened. His pulse pounded in his ears.Mrs. Evelyn’s voice broke again. "During that time, I nursed her. I tried my best... I didn’t know what to do. All the time she was burning hot and freezing cold at the same time. I kept asking him what he did… but he just kept telling me, 'This is the last resort… the last resort…' over and over."Her mouth twitched, and her eyes stared blankly forward."I
SAME PAIN DIFFERENT VICTIMS
A slow smile crept across Marvin’s lips as he realized something—no one was here to witness what was about to happen.This was perfect.But even with the advantage, a deep sense of urgency gripped him. He had to act fast.A sharp memory surfaced—Mrs. Evelyn’s instrument, the Solstium.The last time she used it on him, it had drained every ounce of strength from his body, leaving him breathless, weak… and coughing out blood.His fingers twitched. The pain of that moment was still fresh. He couldn’t afford to let it happen again.Even though he had only trained a few times since then, he had to get this one right.His mind sharpened, pushing past doubt. He had studied the balance of sound, airwaves, and frequency. He had practiced—just like he did with the rabbit in uncle Christopher's lab.Slowly, he reached out with his telepathic maneuver, with his energy stretching toward Mrs. Evelyn’s mind.The air around them shifted. A subtle vibration hummed through the space.Mrs. Evelyn blin
TENSION AT THE MEZZANINE
Marvin’s jaw tightened. His mind raced through possible ways to turn the situation around, to regain control. But no matter how hard he tried, he kept hitting a wall. Mrs. Evelyn Harold had outplayed him. He had destroyed her submarine, destroyed her research, and yet, here he was—backed into a corner with no clear escape.It was a great surprise really how she could be so smart to gain back the upper hand even when it seemed like she lost everything. His fingers curled slightly against the table. He had built his empire through strategy, through knowing when to push and when to retreat, and this was one of those moments where pride had to be set aside. He needed to think, to buy time.Mrs. Evelyn watched him with quiet amusement, knowing she had him exactly where she wanted. She raised her hand slightly, and the attendants and servers around the mezzanine stopped moving.“Leave us,” she commanded, her tone was sharp and unquestionable.Without hesitation, the servants quickly m
THE WOMAN WITH NOTHING TO LOSE
Marvin’s gaze remained steady as he stepped forward, his expression remained unreadable. He moved with a slow, deliberate pace, his footsteps echoing softly against the polished floor. As he reached the table, he pulled out the chair and took his seat, with his eyes never leaving Mrs. Evelyn Harold.Then, with a smirk that barely reached his eyes, he greeted her."Mrs. Harold," he said, his voice was low and smooth. "It’s an honor."Mrs. Evelyn Harold’s smile did not waver, but there was a glint of something unreadable in her gaze. She set her wine glass down, with her fingers tapping lightly against its rim.Her eyes flickered to his empty hands. "Where is your award?" she asked, arching a brow.Marvin leaned back slightly, his fingers brushing against the armrest of the chair. "I gave it to a friend to hold for me," he said simply, with a tone that was casual but carrying an unmistakable undertone of meaning.Mrs. Evelyn’s lips pressed together briefly before she exhaled, swirli
A TABLE FOR TWO
Helena’s grin widened as she gazed at Marvin, and her eyes were sparkling with admiration.“Congratulations, Marvin. I told you that you would win.”Marvin chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “Well, what can I say? Thank you for believing in me.”Helena’s gaze shifted to the award in his hand. She reached out, brushing her fingers against its smooth surface.“This award… it’s more than just a trophy. It’s proof of your hard work, your brilliance. You deserve this, Marvin.”Marvin smiled, but his eyes remained locked on her. His voice softened as he spoke.“However, having you in front of me is a greater reward than this one in my hand.”Before Helena could respond, Marvin closed the distance between them, cupping her face gently. With a steady gaze, he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers in a deep, passionate kiss.The world around them faded. The applause, the murmuring voices, the flashing lights—it all became a distant hum. In that moment, it was just the two of them, wrap
WRITTEN IN HISTORY
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
