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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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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
HEIR OF THE UNFORGIVEN
The room remained tense, there was a palpable weight hanging between Marvin and the assembly of Westwood's most powerful families. The faces of the family heads, their assistants and escorts, including the elders were frozen, watching him with eyes that ranged from skepticism to contempt. Marvin’s heart drummed in his chest, but his resolve had hardened. He wasn’t going to back down. Not now.Evander Velcan’s voice had shaken the ground beneath his feet, dragging the name of his father through the mud, painting it with every accusation that the wind had ever carried. Mikhail Grigori’s biting words cut deeper, making it seem as though every mistake of the Richmond family was somehow an unforgivable curse on the land. The attack was vicious. But Marvin had known it was coming. He had expected it. Now, he had to make them understand.He took a deep breath, his palms were sweating against the smooth wood of the podium. His father wasn’t perfect. Far from it. But Mr. Richmond had given
THE WEIGHT OF A NAME
Marvin stood before the gathering of Westwood’s mightiest, adjusting the collar of his coat as a heavy silence settled in. The light from above cast a soft halo around him, as if the heavens themselves watched with bated breath. He placed both hands gently on the podium, leaned in just a little, and let his gaze sweep across the room.He could feel it—the weight of history pressing against him, the silent judgments from every corner of the Grand Dome, and the cold scrutiny of those seated behind the shadowed glass in the Observation Hall. But Marvin was not here to shrink. He was here to speak.His voice came out steady and calm.“I know many of you do not expect much from me today. Some of you may even believe that I do not deserve this stage. But I did not come here to argue over opinions.”He paused, allowing the room to absorb his words.“I came here to speak about the future—about something that concerns every man, woman, and child in Westwood. I came to speak about the Astraly
NINE ABOVE ONE BELOW
Marvin sat beside his father, Mr. Richmond, under the glowing dome lights. His face remained calm, but his mind was racing. He could feel the eyes of every family head on him. Some looked confused. Others looked threatened. But he didn’t care. There was something he needed to know—something only his father could tell him.He leaned closer to Mr. Richmond and spoke quietly.“Where are they?” Marvin asked.Mr. Richmond looked at him, puzzled for a second.“The elders,” Marvin said, his voice was low but firm. “You said they approved your return. Are they here? In this dome?”Mr. Richmond nodded slowly. “Yes, they are.”Marvin’s brows drew together. He scanned the room again but saw no one unusual—just the usual faces from the powerful families, seated like royalty in their special corners.“Then where?” Marvin asked, his voice was barely above a whisper. “I don’t see them.”Mr. Richmond took a breath before answering. “They are here, but you won’t see them. They have chosen to stay hid
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
