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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
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR BURN OR SURRENDER
Victor Vayne’s fingers tightened around the grip of the gun, his knuckles started turning white as he aimed it directly at Marvin’s head. His face was red with rage, his chest was rising and falling with rapid, furious breaths. His eyes burned with a wild intensity, and his entire body trembled with barely contained fury. He had never felt this level of anger before—not just anger, but the raw, unfiltered eagerness to pull the trigger and blow Marvin’s head off. Marvin’s smug expression faltered for a brief second. He hadn’t expected Victor to react this quickly. But as soon as that moment passed, he regained his composure, leaning back casually in his chair as if the gun pointed at him was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. “Wow,” Marvin said, tilting his head slightly. His voice was dripping with mockery. “What is that? A gun?” Victor’s grip on the weapon tightened, and his whole body started trembling with rage. “Give me back my money, or I swear I’ll blow your fucking
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR CHECKMATE: GAME OVER MR VAYNE
Victor Vayne stood frozen, his mind started racing for a solution—but nothing came. His brain, which had always been sharp in times of crisis, was blank. It was as if his entire world had collapsed in an instant. His grip on the gun remained firm, but for the first time, his fingers felt numb. His eyes, still locked on Marvin, burned with hatred, yet deep inside, fear was creeping in like a slow poison.Meanwhile, his assistants had lost all composure.One by one, they bolted for the door, shoving past each other in blind panic."Run! He’s planted a bomb!" one of them screamed."Get out of the building now!" another shouted as they disappeared down the hallway.The sound of their footsteps echoed like thunder as they stormed through Voltforge’s corridors, their terror started spreading like wildfire.Outside the office, chaos erupted. Staff on the evening shift, who had just been going about their usual business, were suddenly thrown into a state of confusion.“What’s happening?” so
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE COUNCILS RECKONING 1
The black luxury sedan pulled up smoothly into the underground parking lot of the Neovalle Business Regulation Council building. The sound of the tires rolling over the concrete echoed softly in the vast, dimly lit space.Inside the car, Marvin Richmond sat with one leg crossed over the other, his face was calm and unreadable. His private butler who was dressed in a neatly pressed suit, stepped out first and opened the back door.“We have arrived, sir,” the butler said with a slight bow.Marvin didn’t respond immediately. He adjusted his cuffs, straightened his jacket, then stepped out of the vehicle. The cool air of the parking lot greeted him, but he paid it no mind.Waiting nearby was a council escort—an official dressed in a sharp grey suit with a security badge clipped to his chest. He gave Marvin a brief nod before gesturing towards the elevator.“This way, sir.”Without a word, Marvin followed.The elevator doors slid open, and the three men stepped inside. As the elevator a
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE COUNCILS RECKONING 2
Mr. Hirsch took a slow, measured breath, his fingers were tapping lightly against his desk. Then, he leaned forward, with his voice dropping into a warning tone.“Mr. Marvin, I hope you have not forgotten where you are standing right now? This is—”“Fuck the place I’m standing, Mr. Hirsch,” Marvin cut in, his tone was as sharp as a blade. His cold, piercing gaze never wavered. “You know…” He paused, letting the silence stretch before continuing, “You know, if this association isn’t as autonomous as it claims to be, only God knows how many businessmen have fallen victim to the top players—men who think they’re untouchable.”Mr. Hirsch’s jaw tightened, his polite mask began to crack. He exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head.“Marvin,” he said, with a firm voice, “if you’re here to rant, I suggest you stop. This is my office, and I won’t tolerate any reckless tone. If you keep this up, I’ll have security throw you out.”Marvin smirked, his fingers started tightening on th
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE WHITE FERN GLOW
Mr. Hirsch clenched his jaw, trying to regain his composure, but his mind was already spiraling.How did Marvin know?He was certain he had kept that vault’s secret well-guarded. Only a handful of people even knew it existed. Yet here Marvin was, standing before him, as if he had been watching every move Mr. Hirsch made.His hand slowly moved to the edge of his desk, gripping it tightly as if anchoring himself in reality.His fingers turned white with pressure. The color drained from his face, and his eyes darted between Marvin and the empty air, trying to make sense of the situation.Marvin’s smirk only grew wider. The silence between them thickened. It wasn’t just the vault that was in danger—it was everything Mr. Hirsch had worked for.For the first time in a long while, Mr. Hirsch felt truly vulnerable.His breathing was shallow, and his heartbeat was pounding in his chest. How could this happen? How could anyone—let alone Marvin—have discovered something this classified?Finall
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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
TECH MAN OF THE YEAR
Marvin’s breath caught in his throat. His pulse quickened as he gazed at Helena, his eyes looked to be searching hers, desperate to understand what she was about to say. He could see the conflict within her, the hesitation and longing battling beneath her trembling lips."Because of what?" Marvin asked, his voice was barely above a whisper.Helena swallowed hard, her hands were still lightly touching his face. Slowly, she exhaled, as if gathering the courage to reveal the truth she had hidden for so long."Because I love you, Marvin," she said softly, with a voice that was filled with raw emotion. "I wanted to be with you in every way possible. I wanted to love you the way a human woman could."Marvin’s brows furrowed slightly, his heart was pounding against his ribs.Helena continued, her fingers brushing against his cheek. "I sacrificed my Synapticore Force... so I could be with the man I love. So I could make love to you, hold you, flesh on flesh and experience life as you do."Ma
A NIGHT OF FATE AND PASSION
By the way, Marvin could see the depth of her longing, the unspoken pain in her words. And now, his own emotions swirled in a confusing mess of guilt, regret, and sorrow. He felt a lump in his throat and struggled to find the right words, but his shame kept him quiet. What could he say? He had never imagined this side of her—this vulnerable, broken part.Before he could speak, the sound of footsteps echoed from nearby, and the illusion of solitude was shattered. A few people were beginning to walk in the direction of their secluded spot, unaware of the intimate moment they were interrupting.Marvin shifted uncomfortably, feeling exposed. The conversation, so private, suddenly felt too vulnerable, too raw for anyone to overhear. He looked at Helena, who seemed to be lost in her own thoughts. Her tears were still falling, but there was nothing he could say to ease her pain now—not with others coming closer.Helena’s expression remained unreadable, but Marvin could feel the weight of
MACHINE TO HUMAN
Helena took a deep breath before speaking again, her fingers still tracing the edge of her glass. She hesitated, her eyes flickering to the side for a brief moment before returning to Marvin."I got tired of being a machine," she said, her voice was soft but heavy with the weight of her words. "I wanted to feel… more like a human being."Marvin’s heart raced as he listened to her, and for a moment, he was tempted to read her mind. The Synapticore Force inside him hummed with curiosity, urging him to understand the truth hidden in her thoughts. But he quickly resisted the temptation. He respected her privacy—if she wanted him to know something, she would tell him.Her eyes locked onto his, and a slight, knowing smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Perhaps she noticed the brief flicker of uncertainty in him, but Marvin wasn’t sure.“How about your Synapticore?” Marvin asked, his voice was low but curious. He didn’t want to press her, but something inside him urged him to ask.He
THE ILLUSION OF FLESH
Helena turned around slowly, her eyes widening in surprise as she saw Marvin standing there. For a moment, everything seemed to stop. Her gaze was locked onto his, and in that split second, a smile began to form on her lips, as if she had been waiting for this exact moment."Marvin?" she said, her voice was a mixture of disbelief and joy. "Is it really you?"Marvin’s confusion deepened, his heart started racing. He had never seen her like this before. She was standing before him, completely human, with no trace of the mechanical features he had once known. The skin on her face, smooth and flawless, reflected the warm light of the room. Her body, once metallic and artificial, now had the softness and warmth of flesh.“Helena... what... what happened to you? Your body is...” Marvin whispered, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the words.He stepped closer, unable to stop himself, reaching out and gently taking her hands in his. He was careful, as if afraid to break the
EYES THAT FOLLOWED HER
Don’t get too comfortable; it’ll never stand the test of time.” Mr Whitfield said. Marvin’s expression remained composed and respectful. "Thank you, Mr. Whitfield. It’s an honor to be considered among such esteemed company. I truly wish you a successful and enjoyable evening.” Whitfield scoffed, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Marvin, as if he was dismissing him entirely. Marvin smiled politely before turning to walk away, his eyes scanning the room. He felt the weight of the remark given to him by Mr Whitfield but he didn’t let it affect him. He had more important things to focus on. As Marvin walked away from the conversation, he grabbed a drink from the nearby bar and took a sip. The glass was cold in his hand, but the warmth of the event was undeniable. People were chatting, laughing, and exchanging stories, but Marvin couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on him. He was a nominee, but he was also a target for some who thought his success was unwarranted. Out of
THE SPOTLIGHT
Marvin’s presence sent a ripple through the crowd. All eyes were on him. Cameras flashed non-stop, and reporters scrambled to get their shot, eager for an audience with him. His security detail, always prepared, quickly stepped forward, ensuring the space remained clear and safe.As Marvin strode down the red carpet, the energy in the air grew even more intense. Reporters and journalists surged forward, eager to get a word from him."Mr. Richmond! Over here!" The female reporter called out, holding her microphone high as she tried to push past the security detail.Another journalist, a man in a navy-blue suit, raised his voice, “Marvin! Just a few questions, please! How does it feel to be a top nominee for Tech Man of the Year?”The protocol officers and Marvin’s personal security moved swiftly, forming a protective barrier around him."Back up, please! Give him space!" one of the security officers ordered, his voice was firm.But the reporters were relentless. Cameras flashed wildl
