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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A BREATH AWAY
His body was limp, and his face was ashen, eyes half-lidded and unfocused. His hands twitched faintly, his fingers scraping weakly against the air as he struggled to draw in a shallow, rasping breath."No!" Kelly screamed, dropping her crutches and stumbling forward, reaching desperately toward her father. "Papa! Papa, please!"Marvin grabbed her arm, his own heart was pounding wildly, trying to keep her back. "Kelly, wait—he’s still breathing! We can save him!"Kelly’s gaze snapped to him and her eyes were brimming with tears, hope was warring with terror on her face. Together, they lunged forward. Marvin climbed onto a nearby chair, his hands were shaking as he struggled to reach the knot around Mr. Craig’s neck. Kelly, gasping through her sobs, steadied the chair for him, gripping it as tightly as her trembling hands would allow.“Hurry, Marvin!” she cried, her voice was breaking. “Please—hurry!”The knot was tight and stubborn, digging cruelly into Mr. Craig’s neck. Marvin’s fi
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR BURDENS TOO HEAVY TO BEAR
Marvin knelt down beside Mrs. Martha, his face turned soft with understanding. He could see her hands shaking as she tried to hold back her tears.Her gaze was locked on her husband, who was now weak and barely able to meet her eyes.“Mrs. Martha,” Marvin said gently, reaching out to touch her shoulder. “Please don’t take this to heart. Mr. Craig… he’s struggling mentally we all know why. He needs help, not anger. This isn’t your fault, and it’s not a reflection of you. Right now, he needs understanding, not judgment.”Mrs. Martha’s lips trembled as fresh tears filled her eyes. Her voice was thick with pain as she spoke. “How could he… how could he try to leave us like this? How could he even think of leaving me and all these children behind?” Her eyes, filled with hurt, turned to her husband. “Do you know what that would have done to us?” she demanded, her voice was breaking.Mr. Craig lowered his head as guilt was written all over his face. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, as his voice w
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE MONSTER AT THE DOOR
The week had flown by, and the tension was thick in the air. Mr. Craig's deadline was today—he was to pay the thirty thousand dollars he owed Mr Charles, a debt that had loomed over the family like a dark cloud. Outside the orphanage home, the children played, their laughter was the only light in an otherwise heavy day.Then, the sound of engines rumbled up the street, shattering the peace. Mr. Charles drove up, with his car leading a small convoy. Two other cars pulled up behind him, each carrying four large, intimidating men.The teenage orphans who were kicking around a soccer ball stopped in their tracks, their eyes were wide with fear. The younger children who’d been playing tag froze, then scattered, their little feet was pounding the ground as they raced back toward the orphanage. They knew trouble when they saw it.One of the youngest girls, quicker than the others, dashed inside and ran straight to the kitchen, where Mrs. Martha was cooking.“Mama! Mama!” she cried, her v
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR HOPE ON THE HORIZON 1
The men spread out, moving through the house like shadows. They didn’t waste any time, opening doors and tossing furniture aside. One of them stormed into the bedroom where the youngest children slept. He grabbed a small wooden bed and, with little effort, flipped it over, sending blankets and stuffed animals scattering across the floor. One of the orphans, a small boy, barely five, tried to gather his things, clutching a tattered teddy bear. The man only sneered and kicked the bear out of his hands.Another child, a girl with wide, tearful eyes, tried to grab her shoes as one of the men dragged her by the arm. "Leave me alone!" She kicked and wriggled, desperate to hold on to the small things she called her own, but he only tightened his grip, ignoring her screams.Outside, Mr. Charles stood with his arms crossed, a cold smile was on his face as he watched his men work. He didn’t seem to care about the cries of the children or the pleas of Mrs. Martha, who followed them from roo
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR HOPE ON THE HORIZON 2
Marvin moved quickly, his focus was sharp as he spotted one of the men dragging a young orphan by the arm. Without hesitation, he strode over and shoved the hefty man away from the child. The man stumbled, and looked shocked, but before he could react, Marvin’s fist shot out in a powerful punch. The blow landed squarely on the man’s face, sending him sprawling to the floor.The hefty man scrambled to his feet, looking furious and ready to fight back. But when he saw the intense, unflinching look in Marvin’s eyes, he hesitated. Marvin’s stance was firm, his fists were clenched and ready to strike again if needed. The man’s anger faded into fear, and he took a nervous step backward, deciding not to test his luck.Meanwhile, the other men who had been tearing through the orphanage froze when they noticed the police. Their faces shifted from smugness to worry, and they dropped whatever they were holding, stopping their search and harassment."Shit!" one of the men muttered under his
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR HOPE ON THE HORIZON 3
Mr. Charles looked up, his face was pale and his hands were shaking as he held the documents.Marvin stepped forward, his voice was steady but full of satisfaction. "Well, it is possible now," he said firmly. "You no longer own this building. The government has taken it from you."Mr. Charles’s eyes widened in shock. "But... they don’t have any solid grounds to take this from me," he stammered.The inspector beside Marvin replied sharply, "Oh yes, they do." He pointed at the papers. "We found out you were extorting money from Mr. Craig here. His foundation was supported by the government. How dare you demand money from him just because he’s an immigrant?"Mr. Charles’s mouth dropped open, stunned by the accusation. He tried to defend himself, as his voice began to grow defensive. "Mr. Craig is an illegal immigrant. He’s not even supposed to be here in this country."Marvin’s face darkened with anger. "Is that why you decided to use his situation against him? To squeeze money from him?
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR SHADOWS AMID APPLAUSE
The moderator of the Neovalle College science project examination stood on the stage, looking over the eager crowd. With a smile, he raised his microphone, and his voice was booming across the auditorium."And the winner of this practical exam, and the beneficiary of the Neovalle scholarship," he announced, pausing for effect."Miss Kelly Boston."The room erupted in applause. Mr. and Mrs. Craig, seated among the audience, couldn’t contain their joy. They clapped with all their might, and their eyes were brimming with pride as their daughter, Kelly, had just won the scholarship that would change her future.Not only was her victory going to win her a scholarship, but it was sure going to connect her with some top tech firms around Neovalle.Kelly, with a determined smile, stood up from her seat and began to make her way to the stage, balancing on her crutches. Her steps were slow but steady, and her face was glowing with happiness. The audience cheered even louder, watching her app
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR UNDER THE VEIL OF HELIOS 1
"So," Marvin asked, raising an eyebrow, "what brings you to Neovalle?"Jessica’s smile didn’t falter. "Business."Marvin hesitated, then nodded. He tried to keep his tone casual. "What about you, Marvin?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. "What keeps you here? You are no longer in Westwood?"Marvin’s jaw tightened. "I don’t have much of a reason to be in Westwood anymore," he admitted. "Not since my father stripped me of my title and inheritance. That life is gone."Jessica’s expression softened, if only for a second. "I’m sorry to hear that again, Marvin. Truly, that must have been a hard experience for you."Marvin glanced down, uncomfortable with the sympathy. Jessica wasn’t usually one to offer kind words. But before she could speak further, Marvin looked her over, his eyes were lingering on a thin silver bracelet around her wrist. At the end of the chain hung a small, polished stone—her amulet."You still wear your amulet, I see," he said, with a hint of amusement in his vo
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THE RETURN OF THE REJECTED
The day had arrived.The leaders of Westwood's most influential power families gathered under the immense, towering arches of the Westwood Grand Dome. A place where the fate of the entire family and business empires was decided, where rivalries were settled, and where power was both displayed and demanded.Today’s summit was especially crucial. The Astralyte, that coveted substance with unmatched power, was up for distribution, and each family had their eye on a portion. The negotiations would be tense, but they were necessary. Without a proper share of the Astralyte, a family’s grip on power would weaken, and the balance of control in Westwood could shift forever.The leaders entered the grand dome one by one. Each arrived with their usual entourage, their eyes scanning the vast space. The tension was palpable, like a storm about to break.At the very back, as though entering with an aura that made the air hum with power, was Marvin Richmond. He walked in with an unshakable confid
KNEEL BEFORE THE TRUE HEIR
Daniel’s eyes widened in fear. He shook his head violently.“No… no, stop… stop this!” he said out loud, stumbling back.But Marvin’s eyes didn’t blink.His stare held Daniel in place.Still glowing.Still deep.Still commanding.“Bow to me, Daniel,” Marvin’s voice echoed again—this time louder in his head.“In front of everyone here.”Daniel gasped.He clutched his head with both hands, falling to his knees.His face was full of horror.“No! Don’t do this! Please!” he begged.But the command had already been planted.Like a seed in the soil of his mind.Daniel’s body moved against his will.He began to lower his head.The Richmonds all stood frozen.Nobody spoke.Nobody dared.Mr. Richmond’s eyes were wide.Even Martha was trembling, holding her children close.And slowly… in full view of every Richmond present…Daniel bowed.His head touched the ground.His voice cracked as he whispered: “I… I submit…”And Marvin?He still hadn’t said a single word out loud.He simply stood there… w
FACE THE ONE YOU CAST AWAY
Daniel stood frozen, his knees were weak, as the man in the silver suit stepped fully into the open.His heart skipped a beat.His lips trembled.His entire body began to shudder.“No… no, this can’t be,” Daniel muttered, stumbling backward, his voice was barely a whisper.But it was real. It was him.Marvin.The same Marvin they had all cast aside.The same Marvin they had forgotten.The same Marvin who was once told he wasn’t worthy of the Richmond name just because his synapticore force wasn't awakened.And now… he had returned.Dana Orion’s eyes widened as her hand flew to her mouth. “Marvin?” she gasped.Her voice cracked under the weight of disbelief.Martha’s eyes narrowed, blinking rapidly as if her mind couldn’t accept the truth her eyes were seeing. “It’s… it’s him… It’s really him,” she said.Around them, the other Richmonds gasped and exchanged hushed whispers.Shock rippled across their faces like a wave crashing over the mansion.“But… how? Didn’t Father banish him?” a y
THE ARRIVAL OF POWER
The sun hung low in the Westwood sky, casting a warm, golden hue over the bustling city.The air, as usual, was thick with anticipation as the convoy made its way down the busy streets.The blaring sirens of the lead vehicles cut through the noise of the city, commanding the attention of everyone in their path.The streets were cleared quickly, pedestrians stepping aside to watch in awe as the parade of vehicles passed.At the forefront of the convoy were five desert patrol vehicles, their engines roaring as they cruised down the wide, well-maintained roads. These vehicles were designed for both speed and strength, built to withstand even the harshest of conditions.The enforcers riding atop these vehicles stood tall and proud, with their Synapticore marks glowing fiercely on their foreheads, visible to anyone watching. They were the protectors, the ones who could detect any strange movements, and they were on high alert, ready to repel any attempt at kidnapping or harm that may be
HER WORTH, HIS CHOICE
Marvin looked at her for a moment, silently he just stared at her.Then a slow smile crept across his face.“Is it because of that you’re keeping such a face?” he asked gently.Helena didn’t answer. She looked away, biting her lip. The sparkle in her eyes was gone.Without another word, Marvin pulled her into a tight embrace. His arms were wrapped around her like a shield.“You… you’re really the love of my life,” he said with a chuckle. “Such a jealous dragon—keeping your prince charming all to yourself.”He laughed softly, hoping to crack her mood.But Helena’s face remained serious, her body was still tense in his arms.Marvin knew her silence was louder than any word. So, his tone changed.“Helena,” he said, brushing her damp hair away from her cheek. “Listen to me. My journey to Westwood isn’t just some wild adventure. It’s for something big. Something powerful.”She glanced up at him, still unsure.“There’s a resource,” he continued. “It’s rare and it is found only in Westwood.
LOVE AND LEGACY
FOUR DAYS LATER…The large TV screen on Marvin’s wall glowed with a bright image.News anchors were speaking quickly, but the real heat was coming from the analysts sitting at the round table. A live economic debate was on.“…there’s no denying it anymore,” one analyst said, pointing to the chart behind him. “Helios Enterprise has once again seen a shocking boom in the last 72 hours. Investors are rushing in, and demand for their new solar-based tech is through the roof!”“Exactly,” another added. “People are turning away from fuel-based power systems, gas generators, and even wind turbines. Helios’ solar products are more affordable, portable, and last longer.”“Especially their solar-battery drones, sun-powered vehicle chargers, and the new solar refrigeration boxes for hospitals and farms,” a third chimed in. “These aren’t just gadgets… they’re game changers!”Marvin smirked.He was lying in bed, naked, tucked under a light sheet. His body was well-built, and his mind sharper than
WHEN POWER CALLS HOME
Mr. Richmond was caught off guard.He blinked, his mouth was slightly open, as if the question had struck a nerve he didn’t expect to be touched.He looked away for a moment, then back at Marvin.“I…” he began, then sighed. “I won’t lie to you.”He rubbed his fingers together nervously, the rabbit was still resting on Marvin’s desk like a silent witness to their tension.“Yes. I want something too.”His voice lowered, honest now.“I don’t want to miss out on the Astralyte benefits. As you know I’ve been cut off from the power families, my company have been hit with numerous sanctions and not just that, my name has been dragged through the mud... but if Astralyte becomes the new standard—if it fuels everything—then the fifteen percent you are due annually from our partnership would improve.”He paused, calculating his next words carefully.“The other family heads are not as efficient in research and discovery like us the Richmond. We Richmonds would have an edge when we too get to bene
FATHER OR OPPORTUNIST?
Mr. Richmond stayed quiet for a moment, then took a deep breath.“I came to—”“Eight seconds,” Marvin said flatly, not letting him finish.Mr. Richmond raised a hand, his voice was now more pleading.“Alright, alright,” he finally said. “I’ll talk.”He paused, adjusting the rabbit in his arms.“A new resource has been discovered in Westwood. Something big. Something powerful. But the Richmond family… we were restricted from tapping into it.”Marvin’s eyes didn’t blink.“You mean the subject topic for recent WG-8 Summit,” he said calmly. “I know about that.”Mr Richmond leaned on his seat, his tone was cutting like a knife.“The Richmond family was restricted… because of your greed.”Mr. Richmond gave a slow nod, breathing in deeply.“I agree to that fact,” he said. “But—”“So you want me,” Marvin cut in again, “to help you get back the license… to be part of the beneficiaries of the Astralyte?”There was a pause. Mr. Richmond nodded slightly, like a man admitting his crime.“Yes,” he
OLD WOUNDS NEW GAMES
It was him.Mr. Richmond. His father.A silence filled the room, thick like fog.“What are you doing here?” Marvin asked in a cold tone.His voice was low, calm, but sharp.The older man gave no answer—only a quiet smile, as if he had been waiting for this moment all along."Hello Marvin."Mr. Richmond rose slowly from his seat, still holding the twitching rabbit in his lap. He took a step forward and gave Marvin a warm look.“You’ve grown into a fine man,” he said with a calm voice. “How are you doing, son? By the way I must say… I’m truly impressed by what you’ve built here. The designs, the systems, the team—everything is remarkable. You’ve really done well with your company.”Marvin didn’t say a word. He walked past his father without looking at him.“Follow me,” he said in a low, controlled tone.Mr. Richmond followed behind, still cradling the rabbit in one arm as they moved through the glass doors into Marvin’s private office.The newly refurbished room was large, modern, and f
