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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR LOADING THE FINAL CARGO
The silence that followed was deafening. The six men inside the warehouse froze in place, their bodies were rigid, and their breaths caught in their throats. Time itself seemed to pause as their eyes locked onto the pile.A single, faint click echoed through the warehouse.Victor’s eyes widened in horror.And then—BOOM!Two hours later, after the second wave of Dynocell batteries had exploded, the chaos had subsided, leaving a heavy silence over the warehouse. Emergency responders had come and gone, securing the area and treating the wounded. Though the explosion had been controlled, the aftermath lingered in the air like smoke.Meanwhile under the dim glow of overhead floodlights, forty men Luiz Tarejo had arranged for worked tirelessly to load the remaining Dynocell batteries into company trucks. Their movements were methodical and urgent, knowing the risk that still lurked within the remaining 350,000 units. The six staff members who had survived the explosion, now wrapped in
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE WEIGHT OF GOLD AND SECRETS
Under the shimmering glow of a crystal chandelier, Marvin sat cross-legged on a plush leather sofa in his private VVIP lounge of the Aurora Grand Hotel. The faint hum of ambient classical music played in the background, adding an air of serenity to the luxurious space.Marvin’s eyes, glowing an unnatural shade of sky-blue, were fixated on a five-kilogram bar of gold levitating in front of him. Suspended by the sheer force of his telekinesis, the bar rotated slowly in the air, reflecting shimmering streaks of light across the room. With a slight twitch of his fingers, the gold moved forward and back, spinning faster as if caught in an invisible vortex.His focus was interrupted by the vibration of his phone on the glass table beside him. Without turning his head, the bar of gold gently floated to rest on the table. Marvin’s glowing eyes dimmed, returning to their usual dark hue. He picked up the phone, glanced at the caller ID, and smirked. “Luiz,” he murmured, his voice smooth as
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE MARKET'S ROAR
Two days later, Victor Vayne woke up at exactly 7:30 in the morning. The sun was already peeking through the blinds of his bedroom window, casting streaks of golden light across his neatly arranged room. Slowly, he sat up on the edge of his king-sized bed, rubbed his face, and let out a low sigh.Dragging himself to the bathroom, Victor grabbed his toothbrush and began brushing his teeth. The minty flavor of the toothpaste refreshed him, but his thoughts were far from calm. Once he was done, he splashed some cold water on his face, dried it with a soft towel, and headed to the kitchen.The aroma of freshly brewed coffee soon filled the air. Victor poured himself a cup, the steam swirling lazily upward. He took a small sip, allowing the warmth to settle in his chest, but his mind was still uneasy.Victor picked up his phone from the kitchen counter, his heart quickened as he unlocked the screen. He was expecting to see missed calls or messages from Luiz Tarejo or Carlos Santos, th
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE SILENT ROAD
Victor pressed his phone closer to his ear, his heart was still racing. “You better not be joking, Luiz. I’m not in the mood for games.” His voice was sharp, almost cutting.Luiz, however, didn’t falter. His laugh was hearty and sincere. “No, Señor Vayne! I swear to you, I am not joking. Why would I joke about this, eh? I am telling you the truth. Carlos Santos, he confirmed it to me. The robotics company, Robosure, they are ready to buy everything. The profit, it will be one hundred twelve million dollars! Believe me, Señor, it is real. You know me—I do not play with serious business like this!”Victor exhaled slowly, his nerves still tingling. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he paced the kitchen. “Alright, Luiz. I hear you. But don’t get too comfortable or start celebrating yet. Things can still go wrong, you understand?”Luiz’s tone became earnest. “Señor, I understand, I do. But trust me, everything is fine. The customers, they love the Dynocell batteries. The explosion probl
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE UNINVITED GUEST
Victor frowned, his expression was hardening despite the cold sweat on his brow. His voice, though trembling slightly, carried an air of forced arrogance. "What do you want, Marvin?"The voice on the other end was calm, almost mocking. "I just want to ask how everything is going with your business and personal life. I hope all is well?"Victor’s lips curled in disdain. "And how does that concern you?" His tone was sharp, dismissive.Marvin chuckled softly. "It doesn’t concern me much. I just wanted to check on the man who influenced the suspension of my company’s distribution rights. You know, the one who thought he could ruin me. I’m curious how you’re managing to hold your falling company and failing marriage together."Victor’s face darkened with confusion and anger. His jaw tightened as he snapped, "What do you mean, you loser? My company is not falling! If you must know, my company just made a profit of one hundred and twelve million dollars in the retail market. And as for my m
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE INTRUDER
Victor’s eyes darted between Marvin and the door as if expecting his security team to burst in and drag the intruder out. But nothing happened. The room was deathly silent except for Marvin’s steady, calm breathing."You... how did you even—" Victor’s voice cracked, his words were faltering under the weight of shock and hatred. His lips trembled as he pointed an accusing finger at Marvin, his mind was spinning.Marvin raised an eyebrow, leaning slightly forward. “What’s the matter, Victor? Lost for words?” His tone dripped with mockery. He smirked and spread his arms wide. “You’re excited to see me, aren’t you? Come, give me a hug.”Victor’s jaw clenched, and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of his desk. His eyes burned with pure hatred, yet he didn’t move. Marvin’s calmness was unnerving.With the nonchalance of someone who owned the room, Marvin strode to one of the chairs opposite Victor’s desk and sat down, crossing one leg over the other. He looked completely at
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A DECLARATION OF DEFEAT
Victor’s lips trembled as he stammered, “What… what are you even talking about?”Marvin leaned back in his chair, taking a moment to adjust the cuffs of his sleeve before fixing Victor with a piercing gaze. “I will tell you what I’m talking about,” he said, with a tone that was calm but laced with menace. He paused, savoring the tension in the room. “You declared war on me, hoping to destroy my franchise, all in the name of revenge. Not too long ago. Remember?”Victor’s jaw clenched, his mind was racing. He did remember. The memory of that declaration burned bright in his mind—it was a moment of triumph, or so he had thought. But now, as Marvin stared him down with unnerving confidence, that victory felt like a distant dream.Marvin smirked. “Well, let me boldly declare something to you.” His voice dropped slightly, each word was sharp and deliberate. “You have lost.”The words struck Victor like a physical blow, his anger started bubbling to the surface. His eyes burned with hatred
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR SCAMMED AND CORNERED
Marvin’s piercing gaze remained fixed on Victor as he spoke into the phone, his tone was calm yet unnervingly smug.“Where are the drivers and the monetary profits gotten from the Voltforge Dynocell batteries there at the retail market?” Marvin asked, the question cut through the tension in the room like a blade.Luiz Tarejo’s voice came through clearly on the other end of the line. “They’re at my stronghold.”Victor’s ears perked up at the response. Stronghold. That sounds like that’s where Luiz and his cartel operated.Marvin’s eyes flickered with understanding as he leaned back in his chair. His smirk grew even wider. “You’ve done well, Mr. Tarejo,” he said, his voice was smooth and calculated. “Make sure everything is finalized as planned. I’ll be expecting the report and a possible spending spree by tomorrow.”Victor’s fists clenched at his sides, his nails started digging painfully into his palms. His blood boiled as the realization sank in. These bastards were talking about hi
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A FUTURE TOGETHER?
Marvin leaned back in his chair, the conversation with Helena was still echoing in his mind. It had been a close call earlier, but things had finally lightened. She had kissed him lightly on the cheek before heading for the door, leaving behind the faint trace of her perfume, the scent lingered in the air like an invisible mark of her presence.The door clicked softly behind her, and for a brief moment, Marvin let the silence settle. He closed his eyes, exhaling deeply, with a sense of relief washing over him. His shoulders, tense from the pressure of the conversation, began to relax as the moment of calm spread through him. But just as he thought he might get the chance to fully unwind, his phone buzzed again.He glanced at the screen, the name was flashing brightly: Stella Orion.A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Stella. She had this way of making everything feel easier, lighter. His mood shifted, almost eagerly, as he swiped to answer the call. No more pretending,
A FRAGILE MOMENT
She leaned forward, her eyes locking onto his. The tension between them was palpable, thick enough that Marvin could almost feel it pressing on his chest."Why are you not picking up your call?" she demanded, her voice was now laced with suspicion.Her tone had shifted. It was forceful now, more aggressive, more violent than it had been a moment ago. "Who is it, Marvin?"The question hung in the air like a heavy weight. Marvin’s heart raced as the blood drained from his face. He could feel the words slipping through his mind, desperate to make an escape, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak the truth. He had promised himself that he would be honest, that he would stop lying... but now, under the intensity of her gaze, he wasn’t sure what would happen if he did.For a moment, he simply stared at her. The silence stretched out, dragging on longer than it should have. The weight of their unspoken words pressed down on him, suffocating him in a way that felt almost unbearable.What
HOME, BUT NOT THE SAME
Marvin opened the door gently.The soft click of the handle turning echoed slightly in the quiet room.Inside, Helena sat on the couch near the office desk, her eyes were fixed on her phone. Her fingers glided lightly across the screen, seemingly absorbed in whatever she was reading. The atmosphere in the room felt different — quieter, colder.As the door swung open, Helena raised her eyes slowly.Their gazes met.Marvin’s heart skipped a beat. A wave of relief and joy washed over him at the sight of her, but something else lingered in the air — something he couldn’t quite place.Without thinking, he walked toward her with open arms, he felt the instinct to pull her close. He had missed her — more than he cared to admit.But today was different.Helena didn’t rush toward him, as she used to. There was no excited smile, no sparkle in her eyes. She simply stood up, her movements were slow and deliberate, almost mechanical. Her expression remained unreadable.He faltered for a moment,
HOME, BUT NOT THE SAME 1
A Week Later…The city of Neovalle was bathed in the soft, golden light of morning.After a week away, Marvin Richmond finally returned to Neovalle.He sat comfortably in the backseat of a sleek black luxury vehicle, the engine was humming quietly as it moved smoothly through the streets.The windows were slightly tinted, shielding him from the outside world, but Marvin could still see the tall buildings, busy streets, and colorful banners fluttering in the breeze.Neovalle was alive as ever—but for Marvin, something felt different.He leaned back into the plush leather seat, resting his head for a moment against the headrest, deep in thought.The driver, dressed neatly in a black suit, maneuvered the car expertly through the final turns, heading straight toward the tall, modern building of Helios Enterprise.Marvin’s sharp grey eyes caught sight of the familiar shining letters on the front of the company compound as they approached.HELIOS ENTERPRISE.Home.The vehicle slowed down as
UNDERNEATH THE PERFECT SKY
Inside the grand office of Helios Enterprise, sunlight streamed through the tall glass windows, bouncing off the polished floors and elegant white walls.The office smelled of fresh leather and paper—it was a scent of power and business.At the large, black marble desk sat Helena.Today she looked cooperate, business like, beautiful and sharp, dressed in a smart navy-blue suit that hugged her curvaceous body perfectly. Her long dark hair was neatly tied into a loose ponytail. A gold watch glinted on her wrist as she held her phone to her ear, finishing up a call with an important investor.Her voice was calm, sweet, but full of authority.“Yes, Mr. Langston. The shipment will be ready by noon tomorrow. You’ll have the first batch by next week, as promised. Trust me—Helios always delivers,” Helena said, her lips curling into a confident smile.She ended the call and placed the phone gently on the desk.Then, without missing a beat, she lifted her eyes to the four men standing quietly
WHEN LOVE DEMANDS MORE
Inside a quiet chamber in the Orion estate, the air was warm and sweet with the scent of jasmine. Moonlight poured through the glass ceiling, casting soft silver light on the bed where Marvin Richmond and Stella Orion lay—entwined in each other’s arms, naked, warm, and close.Their lips met again.A deep, slow, passionate kiss.Her fingers slid through his thick hair, pulling him in gently, while his hands caressed the soft curve of her waist. Their bodies pressed together—skin against skin—hearts pounding, breath shallow.She moaned softly, holding him closer.Their kiss wasn’t rushed. It was tender. Burning. A silent cry of relief, passion, and love.“I missed you,” Stella whispered, her voice was husky against his lips.“I missed you more,” Marvin breathed, brushing her cheek with his knuckles.Stella giggled slightly, then kissed his jaw, moving to his ear.She held his face in her hands and whispered, playfully but with a hint of mischief,“You know, I should cut off your ears
THE ELDERS VERDICT
Tariq Khyber could not move.His body was frozen, stiff like carved wood. His chest rose and fell with short, ragged breaths, but everything else was still. His mouth twitched, trying to form words—but no sound escaped.The Elder with the glowing Synapticore moved away from his obsidian chair.The silver-blue light on his forehead pulsed brighter, hotter. Like lightning trapped in glass.He took one step forward on the floating platform.And then—“How dare you interrupt an Elder, Mr. Khyber?”The Elder’s voice struck again.Tariq gasped, and suddenly a sharp pain stabbed into his head.He clutched at his skull—yet still could not move his limbs.A terrible pressure was building inside his brain.It was like invisible hands were tightening around it… squeezing slowly.His face twisted.Blood began to drip from Tariq's nose.“How dare you interrupt an Elder, Mr. Khyber?” the Elder asked again.This time the squeezing became sharper, more violent. Tariq’s eyes rolled back for a moment.
WHEN MASKS SPEAK
Suddenly, a low rumble echoed through the grand hall.The dome above began to shift.All eyes turned upward.A mechanical sound, smooth yet commanding, filled the air as a massive lid, once invisible within the ceiling’s design, slid open with perfect precision. Light poured in from above, illuminating a structure hidden until now.And then—down it came.From the shadows above, a circular platform descended slowly. On it were nine tall chairs arranged in a perfect arc, each carved from obsidian stone and lined with radiant etchings of glowing otherworldly energy. Seated upon those chairs were the nine Elders—the final authority in Westwood, silent guardians of Westwood's law, balance, and ancient bloodlines.Their presence shifted the air itself.Each Elder was clothed in the same ash-gray robe. From head to toe, their bodies were hidden beneath the heavy cloth. Their faces were concealed behind smooth, expressionless masks, but one thing distinguished the Elder who spoke: a Synapt
VEILS TORN THRONES SHAKEN
“You Richmonds have always used your Synapticore abilities to twist the truth, to manipulate situations in your favor. You talk about forgiveness, but what you really want is power. The same power your father tried to control, the same power that nearly destroyed this city.”Marvin’s fists didn’t just clench—they shook, not with fury, but with heartbreak.This wasn’t coming from an enemy. This wasn’t political slander or some casual attack on the Richmond name.This was Tariq.The man Marvin had shielded when the city’s shadows orchestrated by his own father came for his secrets.The man who stood on a platform Marvin helped him build—by exposing his own father’s schemes and handing Tariq the leverage that turned him from a potential casualty… to a crowned king of Westwood’s new elite.And now—this.The words came not as accusations, but like poisoned arrows dipped in betrayal.He could’ve endured a thousand critics.He could’ve survived a thousand lies.But not this.Not from him.It