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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR NEOVALLE'S UNCHARTED FUTURE
Martha’s mocking grin was long gone. Her voice, which had cut through the air so sharply before, was now barely a whisper. "How… how is this even possible?"Marvin stood tall, his gaze turned distant, as if the chaos of the terminal no longer mattered. Just moments ago, he had felt like the center of a cruel joke, but now the air was electric with disbelief, and people began to murmur as they processed what had just happened.The murmurs from the crowd began softly at first, then grew louder as disbelief turned into confusion and frustration.“How did he pull this off?” someone whispered, shaking his head. “I thought he was broke—kicked out by his own father,” another voice said, with eyes that were wide in shock.“Wait, he just bought the whole plane? That's crazy!” someone muttered, their tone was a mix of awe and irritation.“This is ridiculous. We’re all supposed to wait because of him?” another passenger grumbled, crossing their arms.“I know Marvin Richmond, he has been nothin
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR FIRST IMPRESSIONS
Marvin and his mother stepped off the plane onto the tarmac at Neovalle’s sleek, modern airport. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the city skyline in the distance. It felt like stepping into another world—one that seemed light-years ahead of the life they had left behind.As they made their way through the terminal, Marvin pulled out his phone and opened a rideshare app. Within minutes, they were greeted by a dark blue Uber, its electric engine was humming softly as it pulled up to the curb.“Hello! Marvin and Sophia Richmond, right?” the driver asked with a friendly smile. He was a middle-aged man with a kind face and a name tag that read Elian.“Yes, that’s us,” Marvin confirmed. “Um, we are kinda new around and we would like to ask if you can recommend a good hotel around here? Something top-notch.”Elian’s eyes lit up. “Oh, definitely! You’ll want to check out The Aurora Grand. It’s one of the best hotels in Neovalle. Five-star service, stunning views, and all th
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR PAYMENT DECLINED!
Marvin walked to the reception area, but as he got closer, he realized there was a long line. Four people were ahead of him, while three joined in behind him. They were all dressed in expensive suits and elegant dresses. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and tried to catch his breath. His shirt was sticking to his back, and he felt a bit embarrassed.As he stood in the queue, a couple of people in front of him started to turn their heads and sniff the air, their faces also began to scrunching up. Marvin felt a pang of anxiety when he realized they were reacting to his smell. He had been lugging heavy bags around, and now he was really sweaty.“Hey man, are you a plumber or something? You look all worked up,” one man in the line who was two steps behind him joked, he had been eyeing Marvin’s sweaty clothes.Another person, a younger guy with slicked-back hair, wrinkled his nose. “Yeah, and it smells like you’ve never had a shower. You smell like a fish!”A wave of laughter ripple
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR BOOKING THE IMPOSSIBLE
The young woman’s eyes widened in shock. “What the hell, you must be kidding me!” she shouted, drawing more attention.“Come on, run the card in the machine again,” the young lady demanded, with a voice that was tight with irritation.The receptionist took the card and swiped it again, but the screen displayed the same message: “PAYMENT DECLINED.”The young woman’s face turned red with frustration. “This is ridiculous!” she exclaimed. “Wait, sir, let me call my banker. I’m not having this.” She pulled out her phone, furiously tapping at the screen to make the call.“Please, madam, kindly step aside so I can attend to the next person,” the receptionist said politely but firmly.She turned to look at Marvin with a sneer, then huffed and stepped aside, holding her phone to her ear.The receptionist turned to Marvin. “Hello, sir, and welcome to Aurora Grand Hotel,” he greeted with a somewhat tired expression. “Are you here to book a reservation?”“Yeah, of course,” Marvin replied, still f
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR MAKING AN ENTRANCE
Marvin’s eyes locked onto that of receptionist’s, they were cold and unblinking eyes. The receptionist felt a shiver run down his spine, as if he were staring into the eyes of a predator.“You think I can’t afford it?” Marvin’s voice was low and calm, but it carried a dangerous edge.“No, sir, that’s not what I meant,” the receptionist stuttered, his hands were sweating so much now that he could barely grip the card. “I just—”“You just what?” Marvin interrupted, leaning in slightly. The receptionist could smell the faint scent of cologne mixed with sweat, and it made him even more nervous.“I just—” the receptionist began again, but his voice faltered. He felt like he was drowning under Marvin’s intense gaze. Everyone in the room was silent, watching, waiting to see what would happen next.Marvin straightened up and gave a small, cold smile. “Well I suppose how I choose to spend my money is non of your business is it?""No." The receptionist replied almost immediately."Okay then, r
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR UNSETTLING NEWS
Back in his lavish private spa room, Mr Richmond lay back on a comfortable lounge chair, his eyes were closed as soft music played in the background. The warm steam and the soothing scent of lavender filled the air of the private spa room. The events of the day felt distant now, almost like a bad dream he was finally waking up from.Beside him, Dana Orion, his wife, was scrolling through her phone, with a slight smile playing on her lips. Her Instagram page had exploded with new followers ever since they got married, and now, every post seemed to be filled with congratulations and admiration.“Look at this, honey,” Dana said, showing him her phone screen. “They’re all talking about us. Some are even saying that we’re the new power couple of Westwood.”Mr Richmond smiled faintly, not opening his eyes. “Good for them. I’m just glad I can finally relax.”Dana nodded, though she looked a bit worried. She knew today had been tough for him, overseeing some projects and attending to some
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR TARIQ'S MASTERSTROKE
Darren fumbled with the hologram machine, his hands were shaking slightly as he set it up on the small table in front of Mr. Richmond. A few seconds later, the device flickered to life, projecting a clear image into the center of the room. It showed a well-lit studio, where Tariq Khyber, the CEO of the Khyber Group, was seated across from a John Larry a famous TV pundit.Tariq’s smile was wide and genuine, his face was glowing with triumph, like he had just achieved something extraordinary. Mr. Richmond’s expression hardened as soon as he saw his rival. That smile meant only one thing: progress. And progress for the Khybers was bad news for the Richmonds.Mr. Richmond clenched his jaw, feeling a wave of anger wash over him. Tariq Khyber wasn’t just any competitor—he was one of the most cunning and crafty men in Westwood’s business world. Every victory Tariq scored was a threat to Mr. Richmond’s empire.“What is this?” Mr. Richmond asked, his voice was edged with frustration as he s
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE RISING FEAR
Tariq leaned back in his chair, letting the moment hang in the air before he answered the host’s question."How much?" the host asked again, leaning forward, eager for the response.Tariq smiled, his eyes were gleaming. “Around fifty billion dollars.”Mr. Richmond's world froze.Fifty billion? His son, Marvin—whom he had always thought of as a failure—was was now actually a billionaire? And not just a billionaire, but someone who had made that fortune without any help or affiliation with him?He couldn’t believe it. It didn’t make sense. His son, whom he had disowned and cast aside, had managed to pull off a deal that no one else could. Marvin had somehow become a powerful player behind the scenes, without his father even knowing.Mr. Richmond felt like the ground was shifting beneath him. His chest tightened, his pulse pounded in his ears. How could this have happened? How could Marvin, of all people, have outplayed him like this?Across the room, Martha's eyes widened in shock as
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ONE CHANCE TO CONFESS
His grip on the phone tightened.Then—Ding.A message appeared.The reply was short."It’s simple. We want you to speak the truth."Ding.A new message appeared on the screen.Darius’s pulse roared in his ears as he read the words."It’s simple. While the president’s visit to the hospital is being broadcasted, speak the truth about what really happened in Lunebrook."Lunebrook.Darius’s breath hitched.His fingers tightened around the phone, his knuckles started turning white. His mind spun in circles. Lunebrook? What truth?His jaw clenched as he typed quickly."What are you talking about?"Ding.The reply was instant."Don’t act coy, Mr. Crowe. We both know you’re not stupid. Once the broadcast is over, if you haven’t confessed, your daughter is as good as dead."Darius’s stomach twisted into a tight knot.His head pounded, his heartbeat was growing louder and faster.Confess?That request or better still that condition was a very dangerous thing to do Infront of the national TVH
SHATTERED CONTROL
Darius Crowe’s Heart Stopped.His breath caught in his throat, his fingers tightened around the phone. His eyes burned into the words on the screen, each letter cutting into his mind like a blade."We have your daughter. Cooperate with us, or the next time you see her in flesh, she will already be dead."For a second, the world around him blurred. The soft hum of the car engine faded, the city lights outside the window lost their meaning. All he could hear was the pounding of his heart, which was heavy and erratic, like a war drum inside his chest.Vanessa.His eldest daughter.Darius's grip on the phone was so tight that his knuckles turned white. His thumb hovered over the keyboard. His breathing was shallow, ragged. His mind screamed for action, but his body felt frozen.He wanted to type something. No—he needed to type something."Where is she?"His fingers moved fast, but just before he hit send, he hesitated. For a split second, rage burned in his chest, and he almost added a
TORN BETWEEN DUTY AND DESPERATION
Darius Crowe took a deep breath, steadying himself.He had no time to waste. The police were now involved, but that didn’t change the fact that he had to show up at Neovalle City Hospital as the Prime Minister had requested. Refusing was not an option—not when the government was already watching him closely.His daughter was out there, taken by unknown enemies. Ethan Voss, the only man who knew the full extent of his secrets, was now dead. Everything was happening too fast. Too perfectly timed. Someone was pulling the strings in the dark, and he didn’t know who.That made him furious.Pushing his emotions aside, Darius turned and called on the chief servant of his household."Frankie!""Frankie!"Within seconds, the heavy oak door swung open, and a well-dressed man stepped in.Frankie.His chief servant. The man who had been in his service for years—loyal, precise, and efficient.Frankie bowed slightly. “Sir?”Darius’s voice was sharp and commanding. “Inform the enforcers and the dr
TIGHTENING THE NOOSE
Darius Crowe stood frozen, his mind was a battlefield of chaos.His daughter had been kidnapped. The only man who knew the true extent of his schemes was lying dead in a dumpster. And now, the Prime Minister himself expected him to make a public appearance in two hours.It was too much. Too sudden. Too perfectly timed.Darius sucked in a slow breath, forcing himself to think. His political instincts screamed at him—this was no coincidence. Someone was pulling strings behind the scenes, tightening a noose around his neck.But who?His eyes flicked to the shattered whiskey glass on the floor, the dark amber liquid seeping into the marble tiles.His hand clenched.There was no question about it. His daughter’s abduction took priority. He had spent his entire life building an empire, gaining influence, silencing enemies—but none of it mattered if his own blood had been taken from him.He had to act. Immediately.And yet…Darius exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. This wasn’t just any
TICKING CLOCK RISING FURY
He took a step forward, his voice was quieter this time, but it was heavy with urgency.“Where… where is my daughter?”The room fell into silence.The only sound was the pained breathing of the bleeding man.Darius’s heart pounded.Then, with what little strength he had left, the injured enforcer lifted his bloodied hand and pointed a shaking finger at Darius.His cracked lips parted, and he gasped out three words.“They took her.”Darius Crowe felt his world tilt. His breath caught in his throat, and for the first time in years, he felt true, unshakable fear. His grip on the whiskey glass faltered, and before he could stop it—CRASH!The crystal glass slipped from his fingers, shattering against the cold marble floor. Whiskey spilled across the tiles, with dark amber liquid spreading in jagged patterns, but Darius didn’t care.His entire focus was on the bloodied man before him.His chest rose and fell with deep, heavy breaths. His fingers curled into fists at his sides, nails digg
BLOOD ON THE MARBLE FLOOR
In the grand living room of the Crowe mansion, Mr. Darius Crowe sat stiffly on a plush leather couch, with a crystal glass of whiskey in his hand. His sharp gaze was fixed on the large television screen before him, where a live broadcast of a political rally was playing.It was Dave Cromwell’s campaign rally.The crowd was massive—thousands of people stood shoulder to shoulder, waving banners and chanting his name. The sheer energy in the air made Darius's jaw tighten. His grip on the whiskey glass grew firmer.He had expected a strong turnout, but this? This was something else. The people of Eastern Neovalle were fired up. Too fired up.As the camera zoomed in on Dave Cromwell, the man in question lifted a microphone, with his face stretching into a confident smirk.“My fellow citizens of Eastern Neovalle,” Cromwell’s voice boomed through the speakers, “this election isn’t just about promises. It’s about fate! Destiny! And most importantly—divine will!”The crowd erupted into chee
TRIUMPH AND TERROR
Vanessa’s heart thudded softly in her chest as she reached for the envelope. Her slender fingers hesitated for just a moment before she picked it up, with the crisp white paper cool against her skin.She glanced up at Mr. Xavier, but his expression gave nothing away.With a quiet breath, she slid her finger under the flap and carefully opened the envelope.Inside was a single sheet of fine paper, folded neatly.She unfolded it and began to read.Her eyes moved across the words slowly at first, then faster, her eyebrows lifting slightly as she absorbed what was written.The letter was from the principal himself.Dear Miss Crowe,It is with great pride that we inform you that you not only excelled in your final year examinations but also achieved an outstanding score in the entrance exam for the most prestigious college in Neovalle…Her breath caught.Mr. Xavier, watching her closely, spoke gently, his voice was warm with pride.“You aced your final year highschool exams with grace and
A LETTER FROM THE PRINCIPAL
The next day… At Brightstone Academy, one of the most prestigious high schools in Neovalle, the air was thick with tension.The seniors were writing their final exams.The large examination hall was silent, except for the soft scratching of pens and the occasional rustling of papers. The faint hum of the ceiling fans did little to ease the thick anticipation that hung over the students like a storm cloud.The clock on the wall showed 11:55 AM.Only five minutes remained.Students shifted in their seats, some of them started glancing anxiously at the clock, while others scribbled furiously, trying to finish their answers. A few had already leaned back, confident, their arms were crossed as they waited for the time to run out.Their faces were relaxed, as though the weight of the exam was nothing but a gentle breeze to them.“Time’s almost up,” the invigilator, Mr. Xavier, announced. His voice was calm but firm, cutting through the silence like a blade.The tension grew thicker.Pens
DARK HORIZONS
Four hours later…Marvin's office was dark, except for the faint glow of the city lights bleeding through the large windows. The clock on the wall ticked softly, marking each passing second with a cruel, steady rhythm.It was 7:00 PM.Marvin sat in his black leather chair, slouched back, with a glass of beer in one hand and a half-smoked cigarette in the other. Smoke curled lazily around him, filling the room with a bitter haze.His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, his tie loosened, and his hair was a mess. His eyes were bloodshot, heavy with exhaustion and grief. He looked like a man who had just lost everything—because he had.Ethan Voss was dead.His only chance to expose Mr. Crowe. Gone.The wild beeping of the heart monitor still echoed in Marvin’s head, sharp and haunting. The image of Ethan convulsing, his body jerking violently, his face twisted in pain, was burned into his mind.Marvin took a long drag from the cigarette, the tip glowing red in the dim light. He exhal
