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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR UNDER THE VEIL OF HELIOS 2
They walked side by side out of the auditorium and into the quiet hallway. The polished floors gleamed under the overhead lights, and the faint hum of distant voices filled the air. Marvin’s shoulders were tense, his mind was racing as he tried to anticipate what Jessica would say next.Once they were far enough from prying ears, Jessica stopped, turning to face him fully. Her bodyguard stood a few steps behind her, his expression was blank but his eyes watchful."So, Marvin," she began, her voice low and steady. "Project Helios... Tell me, how far along is it?"Marvin hesitated. He didn’t want to reveal anything, but he knew Jessica too well. If she had come all this way, she likely already had her own sources. Still, he couldn’t be careless."It’s... in development," he replied carefully. "That’s all you need to know."Jessica raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with his answer. "Come now, Marvin. Don’t play coy with me. We both know that Helios could change everything. And i
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE ZYPHER ULTIMATUM
Jessica’s expression didn’t falter. She looked at Marvin, and her eyes were gleaming with a cold, calculating light."It’s simple," she said, her voice was steady and certain. "I did my research, and I discovered exactly what your Project Helios is. It’s a solar flare prediction initiative, isn’t it? You’re developing a technology that can forecast solar flare events more than 36 hours in advance."Marvin’s eyes widened in shock. He stared at her, looking totally speechless, struggling to process how she could possibly know such detailed information about his project.Jessica continued, unfazed by his reaction. "Using a machine-learning algorithm and high-performance computing, Project Helios is going to be designed so as to protect satellite-based communication systems, global power grids, and even military operations from the disruptive effects of solar flares. We both know these solar storms can cause massive damage to technology on Earth and in space."Marvin was still trying to w
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE ROADBLOCK
The engineers were busy laying down the essential elements of Project Helios, bringing Marvin’s vision closer to life. Power conduits were being installed to channel the energy needed for the system, ensuring that every part of the project would receive consistent and sufficient power. Networking cables snaked throughout the site, linking various control points to create a seamless communication pathway, while state-of-the-art cooling systems were set up, specially designed to maintain thermal stability by preventing any dangerous heat build-up. This meticulous installation was crucial; without these components, the system wouldn’t be able to handle the anticipated surge in data and solar energy flow.Suddenly, as they neared the end of their cabling setup, one of the engineers walked towards Marvin. He was sweating and he looked worried.Once he reached where he was, he said. “Mr. Marvin, we’ve run out of networking cables!” The cables they had brought weren’t enough.Marvin didn’
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE MARK OF THE ZYPHER'S
Marvin squinted, focusing his gaze on the figures blocking the road. He needed a clearer view to figure out who—or what—they were. The driver eased the van forward slowly, closing the distance between them and the figures blocking the road. These mysterious people were clad head-to-toe in glossy black latex suits that reflected the faint streetlights like polished armor.As they got closer, Marvin’s eyes narrowed on a glimmer at the wrists and necks of the figures. Thin, shimmering amulets hung around each of their necks and hands. Not just that, the amulets sparkled like small, contained galaxies. Marvin's heart sank, his pulse quickend as recognition dawned on him.“Damn it,” he muttered, voice was tight with alarm. He knew exactly who they were.Those amulets were unmistakable. Only the Zyphers carried them, using their power to cloak themselves, making their movements silent and invisible until they were ready to strike. These figures had probably been hidden right here on t
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR UNWANTED REUNION
Marvin's gaze hardened as he looked at Jessica Zypher, the one woman he had hoped never to see again. He felt anger bubbling up inside him, a raw, pulsing fury at the sight of her smug, fake smile. Jessica had tried to buy Project Helios from him, offering him a fortune—four billion dollars. But he had refused, knowing what kind of person she truly was. He hadn’t expected her to come after him this quickly or to strike while she was far from Westwood, where her family held more power. But here she was, and he was her prisoner.Jessica tilted her head, pretending to care. “So, how are you feeling?” Her voice was smooth, but Marvin could hear the mockery beneath it.He didn’t answer. Instead, he looked away, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a response.Jessica’s expression didn’t change, but her eyes glittered with a dangerous amusement. “I know you might not be comfortable with the... treatment my men and I have given you,” she continued, with a feigned politeness that mad
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR INVISIBLE ENEMIES
Marvin's eyes filled with a dangerous fire as he looked at Jessica, and every word of his, carried the weight of his fury. "If anything happens to my mother," he warned, his voice low and trembling with rage, "I promise you will regret it."Jessica only smirked, unfazed by his threat. "Oh, I’m terrified," she said, with sarcasm dripping from her tone. "Really, Marvin. Your mother’s about to get stabbed, and the best you can do is throw empty threats at me?"Marvin’s glare turned cold, and it was filled with a malevolent intensity. "Leave my mother out of this," he growled, his voice was like steel. "She has nothing to do with Project Helios."But Jessica's mocking smile didn’t waver. She held the tablet up again, forcing Marvin to watch the screen.In the elegant lounge of the Aurora Grand Hotel, Marvin's mother, Sophia, stood up and walked to the door after hearing a knock. She opened it, expecting to see a server with refreshments. But, to her surprise, the hallway outside was emp
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR BLOOD IN THE HOTEL
Marvin forced Jessica's guard into the driver’s seat, keeping his grip tight on the man’s shoulder as he slid into the car beside him. “Drive,” Marvin commanded, his voice was cold and steady.The guard, who was still dazed from the beating, gripped the steering wheel and started the car. As they pulled away from the building where Marvin had been held, he kept his gaze focused, watching for any signs of more guards or followers. Jessica’s men weren’t known to give up easily, and Marvin knew they could be ambushed at any moment.“I have to turn left here,” the guard muttered, his voice was shaky as he guided them through the dark, winding streets of Neovalle. Marvin didn’t recognize much of his surroundings; he was new in this city, and Jessica had purposely kept him in the most hidden areas.After a few more turns, the streets began to look more familiar, dotted with shops and the occasional streetlight. Marvin’s grip on the guard loosened slightly as they neared the main road le
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A FAINT SPARK OF LIFE
Marvin sat in the emergency waiting area, his hands were clenched into tight fists as his mind burned with hatred toward Jessica Zypher. He could feel his anger like a fire in his chest, each thought was sharper and darker than the last.Why would she go after my mother? he thought bitterly. His mother was innocent, a gentle woman who had already been through so much. She had been trying to heal, just like he was, after everything that happened in Westwood. That nightmare had nearly destroyed them both—his own father had disowned them, and, as if that wasn’t enough, had even tried to have Marvin killed. And now, Jessica had dragged his mother into this dangerous game.Marvin’s mind swirled with violent thoughts, each one more ruthless than the last. If he ever got the chance, he would make Jessica pay. He would make her feel the pain she had caused him, make her regret every step she took that led to this. He could almost imagine his hands closing around her throat…A noise broke
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NO WAY OUT
Darius Crowe’s heart pounded so hard it felt like it was trying to break out of his chest. His hands were clammy, his shirt was sticking to his back, and beads of sweat ran down his temples. Despite the air conditioner inside the car, the air inside the car felt thick, suffocating, as if he were trapped in a coffin.The convoy slowed to a halt in front of Neovalle City Hospital, its towering glass structure reflecting the gray skies above. Darius’s stomach twisted. His fingers dug into his thighs as his driver turned to him.“We’re here, sir.”Darius swallowed, his throat was dry like sandpaper. His grip on his phone tightened until his knuckles turned white. He didn’t move at first. It felt like the moment he stepped out of the car, his fate would be sealed. He inhaled deeply, but his lungs felt constricted, refusing to take in enough air.Then, with a slow exhale, he pushed the door open.The heavy scent of antiseptic and fresh rain filled his nostrils as he stepped onto the pa
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
