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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR SHADOWS OF THE BLACK MARKET
Five days later, the convoy moved silently through the dense woods, the faint hum of engines was barely audible as ten trucks maneuvered along the narrow dirt path. Each truck was massive, as their contents were hidden under thick tarps. Driving ahead of them were two sleek black SUVs and a gleaming Bentley, their polished exteriors reflected the moonlight cutting through the trees.The vehicles slowed as they approached a large warehouse tucked deep in the forest. It was surrounded by armed men, their weapons were gleaming under the dim overhead lights. Their eyes were sharp, scanning the approaching vehicles with practiced precision.From the center of the armed group, a tall man with a rugged face and a thick beard stepped forward. He wore a black leather jacket, his presence commanding respect among the men. He was a man who was notorious in the black market for his ruthless efficiency.As the convoy halted, the trucks formed a neat line while the SUVs and Bentley came to a sm
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE STONE OF ALLURE
Inside the dimly lit room of the warehouse, Marvin and Luiz Tarejo sat across from each other at a sturdy wooden table. A bottle of red wine stood between them, along with two glasses. The air smelled faintly of tobacco and earth, and the hum of activity from outside was muffled by the thick walls.Luiz leaned back in his chair, his glass of wine in hand, swirling the dark liquid slowly.He glanced at Marvin, his gold tooth catching the dim light as he grinned. “You know, amigo,” he began, his South American accent thick and deliberate, “you should remember something.”Marvin raised an eyebrow, taking a small sip from his glass but saying nothing.Luiz leaned forward slightly, his tone softening. “I’m not helping you in dis risky business because of de money, Marvin.” He tapped his chest with two fingers. “No. It’s because you are my brother.”Marvin smiled faintly, setting his glass down. He knew Luiz’s words were genuine, but he also understood the reason behind them. Luiz was rem
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR LA SANGRE DE LA TIERRA
Luiz turned his head slightly and called out, his voice was loud and commanding. “Miguel! Bring de chest we brought with us.”From outside the room, muffled footsteps echoed, growing louder as they neared. Moments later, a muscular man in a dark jacket stepped into the room, carrying a small, iron-bound chest. The chest looked old but sturdy, its edges were reinforced with steel and its surface was marked with faint scratches, hinting at years of use.Miguel set the chest down on the wooden table with care, the sound of its weight thudded softly against the surface. Luiz waved a hand dismissively, his expression was calm but firm. “Gracias, Miguel. Now, leave us.”Miguel gave a slight nod, turned on his heel, and exited the room, closing the door quietly behind him. The air seemed heavier now, filled with an unspoken tension.Luiz reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, brass key. “Now, Marvin,” he said, with a tone that was low and almost teasing, “prepare yourself. What yo
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE CURSED GEM
Luiz’s trembling hands steadied slightly as he sat upright, his expression hardening. His fear gave way to an almost defiant determination. He stared at Marvin, his dark eyes were narrowing with suspicion. Then, with a forced calmness in his voice, he asked, “Why should I believe you, Marvin?”Marvin leaned back, folding his hands on the table, his face was composed but his voice firm. “Because what I say is the truth,” he said. “And because I have your best interests at heart, Luiz.”For a moment, Luiz said nothing. His gaze lingered on Marvin, probing him, trying to uncover the intent behind his words. Then, slowly, a grin spread across Luiz’s face, his gold tooth caught the dim light of the room. He leaned back in his chair, chuckling softly, his tone was now amused.“Ah, Marvin, Marvin,” Luiz said, shaking his head. “You are a clever man, no? But I see through you. You want de Alexandrite for yourself!” He pointed a playful finger at Marvin, his grin widening.Marvin’s expressio
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR AN INVITATION AND A NAME
Luiz stared at the tablet screen, his eyes darting back and forth as he read. Suddenly, his face turned pale, and his breathing quickened. “¡Madre de Dios!” he exclaimed, his voice trembling. “¡Es verdad! It is true! Everything you said… it is all true!”He pushed the tablet away as though it burned his hands, leaning back in his chair with wide eyes. “¡Maldita sea!” he muttered under his breath, beads of sweat forming on his brow. His hands began to shake again as he crossed himself for protection.Marvin leaned forward slightly, his voice was calm and steady. “You see what I told you, Luiz,” he said. “This is no ordinary gem. The Alexandrite carries more than beauty—it carries danger.”Luiz turned to Marvin, his expression was a mix of fear and relief. “Gracias, Marvin,” he said, his voice was shaking. “Thank you for telling me about dis. If you had not warned me, amigo, I would have kept eet. My family… everything we have… could have been destroyed.”Marvin gave a slow nod, his fa
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A DANGEROUS REUNION
It was the evening of Victor Vayne’s grand birthday party. The sprawling estate, a mansion perched on a cliff overlooking the shimmering ocean, was bathed in golden lights. The driveway leading up to the mansion was lined with luxury cars—sleek black sedans, sports cars in fiery reds and icy silvers, and even a few classic limousines.The sound of laughter, clinking glasses, and soft classical music floated through the air, blending with the gentle crash of waves in the distance. Distinguished guests, dressed in the finest suits and gowns, mingled under crystal chandeliers that sparkled like diamonds. The crowd was made up of business moguls, economists, merchants, and elite politicians—all rubbing shoulders in this sanctuary of wealth and power.The party was in full swing when a sleek black car pulled up to the gates. Seated in the back were Marvin and Luiz Tarejo. Luiz, dressed in a sharp navy-blue suit with a golden pocket square, looked every bit the wealthy businessman and in
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR INVITATION TO DANGER
The atmosphere in the mansion grew heavier as Victor Vayne, with his piercing gaze, continued to study Marvin, now posing as Isaiah Woods. Marvin felt a tinge of discomfort but remained composed, his face was partially hidden by the wide-brimmed hat.Victor’s voice broke the silence, his tone was sharp. “Take your head up, let me see your eyes.”Marvin didn't move, keeping his face down, with the brim of his hat hiding his eyes. He wasn’t going to let Victor see through his disguise so easily.Victor’s patience wore thin. “Are you deaf? I said take your head up.”Luiz Tarejo, sensing the tension and not wanting things to escalate, quickly stepped in. He shifted uneasily between the two men and addressed Victor with his thick Spanish accent, trying to diffuse the situation. “Victor, I insist you ease up. Isaiah Woods isn’t the kind of man who’s used to taking orders.”Victor Vayne’s eyes narrowed at Luiz's words, but he didn’t back down. His gaze stayed fixed on Marvin, who remained
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE BLADE AND THE MASK
The air in the closet felt stifling as Marvin adjusted his prosthetics, carefully pressing the edges of the fake jawline into place. He was meticulous, knowing any flaw could expose his true identity. But as the door creaked open, he froze.Marvin slowly turned, his breath catching as his eyes fell on three men blocking the doorway. Each of them gripped a machete, their faces set in cold, grim expressions. The faint gleam of steel in the dim light made his pulse quicken.Still, Marvin forced himself to remain calm. "Um, guys," he began, his voice was steady but wary, "I think you’ve got the wrong room. As you can see, I’m just a guest here, enjoying the party." He gestured lightly at his disguise, hoping to defuse the tension.The men didn’t move. Instead, they stepped forward in unison, their boots scraping against the wooden floor. Marvin’s heart pounded, but he refused to show fear.One of the men, taller than the others and clearly the leader, spoke in a low, measured tone. "We a
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FURY AND DENIAL
"You... you..." Marvin stuttered, his voice was shaking as he took a slow step forward.His eyes were locked onto the Prime Minister. His breath was shallow, but his heart burned with rage."You manipulated me," Marvin said at last, his voice was low but firm. "I know everything. About your daughter—Patricia. About your wife’s mental struggles after Patricia's death. The depression. The hate she poured out... not just on you, but on our kind."He stopped just a few feet away from the old man, his fists were clenched so tight his knuckles turned white."You let it all happen. You used me," Marvin continued, now louder. "You knew what she was doing! You knew the root cause, the real reason why she wanted to destroy us—and all you prescribed as the solution was for her to be killed! You created her dark ideology and her hatred towards us over beings, yet you made it seem like you are the hero here, while you are the greater evil."Despite Marvin's boldness, he was very surprised at the f
PRIME CONFRONTATION
The drive to Uncle Christopher’s residence was quiet. Marvin sat at the back seat of the black car, his eyes fixed on the blur of buildings and trees rushing past. His mind, however, was storming. Roderick drove with his usual focus, not saying a word, respecting Marvin’s silence.When they arrived, the gates opened automatically. The mansion loomed ahead—tall, cold, and strangely intimidating. Roderick parked near the entrance and stepped out quickly to open the door for Marvin.Marvin got out slowly. His legs felt heavy, not from the ride, but from the tension building in his chest. Before he could say anything, a servant dressed in all-black uniform appeared by the door.“Welcome, sir Marvin,” the servant said, giving a respectful bow. “Please, come with me. Uncle Christopher is expecting you.”Marvin nodded silently and followed.The servant led him through the marble corridors of the mansion. They entered the elevator, and the servant pressed the button to the top floor.Marv
SHADOWS IN THE MIRROR
Marvin took a deep breath, trying to shake off the weight of the conversation with Uncle Christopher. He stood still for a moment in the private gym, the sound of his rapid heartbeat was echoing in his ears. He needed to prepare himself—funny enough he cared less about what the Prime Minister had in store for him. All he thought of was how he would confront the prime minister to get the truth from him.He wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked over to the mirror. His face was flushed from the treadmill, his muscles sore, but his mind was sharp. He couldn’t let his guard down. Not with everything that had happened, not now. After taking his bath and cleaning up his body, he walked to the small closet in the corner and grabbed a black jacket from the hanger. He tossed it on and looked at himself in the mirror for a moment longer, running a hand through his disheveled hair.His phone buzzed on the counter, cutting through the silence. He grabbed it quickly, expecting a message
A CALL TO CONFRONTATION
Within five days, the news of Mrs. Evelyn Davidson’s suicide spread like wildfire across the entire Federation.Every news channel was reporting it.Newspapers carried the story on their front pages.Social media was filled with videos, pictures, and comments.The whole country was in shock.People couldn’t believe it.How could the First Lady—the Prime Minister’s wife—take her own life?The Mezzanine balcony where she jumped from became a popular scene. People went there to lay flowers. Others cried. Some just stood, staring silently.Flags across the nation flew at half-mast.Many dignitaries, powerful leaders, and celebrities sent their condolences.The President of the Global Alliance gave a touching tribute.Heads of tech companies, foreign ministers, and top business leaders posted their respects online.And even the AETC—Advanced Energy and Technology Commission where she was the director—held a special moment of silence during their annual summit in memory of Mrs. Evelyn.Acco
LAVENDER AND BLOOD
The sniper's eyes grew wide as he kept staring through the scope.He couldn't believe what he was seeing.“Why is she… what the hell is she doing?” he whispered, shocked.His heart began to race.He saw Mrs. Evelyn now standing on the railing of the balcony. She was clearly about to jump.Confused and panicked, the sniper lifted his head from the scope.But just as he did—Tap. Tap.Two soft taps landed on his back.He froze.A cold chill crept down his spine.Slowly, with fear in his bones, he turned around.And standing right behind him… was an old man in a black coat.The sniper’s heart skipped a beat.Before he could speak—before he could even blink—SMASH!The old man delivered a fast, powerful punch right into the sniper’s face.CRACK!The sniper’s body flew back a little, then fell hard to the rooftop floor.He was knocked out cold.Not a sound. Not a word.The old man stood still, breathing calmly.It was the Prime Minister.His eyes were sharp. Cold. Empty.He slowly picked u
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
