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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A CALL FOR LEVERAGE
Marvin narrowed his eyes and frowned deeply at Luiz Tarejo, studying the man’s trembling form with cold intensity. Luiz swallowed hard, his throat went dry as he avoided Marvin's gaze, his breathing was uneven and shallow. For a long moment, the air between them felt suffocating, and it was heavy with unspoken accusations and tension.Without breaking eye contact, Marvin reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. The click of the screen unlocking sent a jolt through Luiz, who instinctively shifted on his feet but dared not move further.Marvin dialed a number, his fingers were steady despite the storm brewing inside him. When the call connected, he spoke with a calm but firm voice that carried a weight of authority."Hello, Uncle Christopher."The voice on the other end responded almost immediately. It was deep and warm with a hint of concern. "Hello, Marvin. What’s going on?"Marvin’s jaw tightened as he turned slightly, ensuring no one else could overhear. "Uncle, I’m in
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A SHADOW IN THE LOUNGE
Luiz Tarejo hesitated, his palms were clammy as he gestured nervously toward the far end of the lavish hall. “The VIP lounge is through that door, Marvin… I mean, Mr. Woods. Please, this way.” His voice trembled slightly, betraying his unease.Marvin, alias Isaiah Woods, followed Luiz with steady, deliberate steps. His dark coat swayed with his movements, and the hat on his head added an air of mystery that made heads turn as they walked past the curious onlookers. Luiz led the way, occasionally glancing back at Marvin, his nervous energy was palpable.As they entered the lounge, the atmosphere shifted. The room was filled with elegantly dressed individuals seated around a grand table. Plates of exquisite dishes and sparkling glasses of wine were already in front of them, and lively chatter filled the air. The guests seemed relaxed, laughing and sharing stories, but their voices hushed when Luiz stepped in with Marvin behind him.All eyes turned to Marvin. His presence was command
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A LESSON IN POISE
The steward walked away gracefully, his polished shoes made soft clicks against the tiled floor. Marvin resumed eating his meal, his movements were calm and measured as though he was unbothered by the subtle tension lingering in the room. The fork in his hand glided effortlessly over the tender steak, and he chewed in silence, ignoring the whispers and curious glances still directed his way.Victor Vayne, however, wasn’t one to let things slide so easily. He leaned forward, his sharp eyes narrowing at Marvin. “So, Mr. Woods,” he began, his tone was casual but carrying an edge. “I’ve been meaning to ask you a few things.”Marvin didn’t respond immediately, his attention was focused on cutting another piece of his food. Victor’s lips twitched with irritation, but he pressed on.Victor Vayne leaned in, his sharp eyes were gleaming with curiosity and a hint of mischief. “First question,” he said, his tone was deliberate. “If you were offered two investments—one that promises quick retu
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR PANIC AT THE TABLE
Victor Vayne froze, still staring at the stiff, coiled snake on his plate. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his forced smile twitched. His mind raced, but he refused to lose face in front of his guests, no matter how strange or horrifying the situation seemed.The guests were equally stunned. Some sat back in their chairs, their faces pale and filled with uncertainty. A few whispered nervously to one another, glancing between Victor and the snake. Others shifted in their seats, as if preparing to leave the table at the slightest provocation.Marvin, however, remained completely calm. He wiped his mouth with a napkin, his expression was as composed as ever. It was as if the chaos unfolding before him was no more concerning than the meal he had just finished. His demeanor stood in sharp contrast to the tension gripping the room.Victor, desperate to restore control, raised a hand and cleared his throat loudly, forcing the murmurs to quiet. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he began,
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE ENIGMATIC ISAIAH WOODS
Isaiah Woods stood tall, holding the lifeless snake by its neck, his expression was calm and composed. The guests, frozen in stunned silence, stared at him as though they had seen a miracle. Whispers rippled through the room, and voices were filled with awe and disbelief.“It’s Isaiah Woods!” someone gasped.“He picked up the snake with his bare hands!” another added, with voices that were tinged with admiration.The crowd, moments ago engulfed in chaos, now felt a strange wave of relief washing over them. The fear that had gripped the room was beginning to dissipate, replaced by amazement. Yet, curiosity lingered in their minds. How had the snake, which had been so aggressive just seconds before, gone completely limp?“How did he kill it so fast?” one guest muttered, glancing at the lifeless reptile dangling from Isaiah’s firm grip.“It doesn’t matter how,” another guest replied, shaking their head. “The snake is dead, and we’re safe now.”Unbeknownst to them, Marvin—known to the
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE HOLLOW THRONE
Victor Vayne watched as the last of his guests were escorted out of his grand mansion. His stewards and enforcers moved with practiced efficiency, guiding the partygoers to their cars and waiting chauffeurs. Polite farewells filled the cool night air, but Victor barely noticed. His mind was consumed by the disastrous events of the evening.He walked slowly down the dimly lit hallway, the echo of his footsteps were the only sound. His mansion, normally a symbol of his wealth and power, now felt like a hollow shell. The lavish decorations, the expensive wine, the grandeur of the evening—it all seemed pointless.The humiliation burned deep. His birthday party, the night meant to celebrate him, had become a spectacle. And all because of that man.Isaiah Woods.The name grated on his nerves. Who was he? How had he managed to upstage him in front of everyone? The mere thought made Victor’s stomach churn. The admiration, the applause, the attention—it had all been stolen by Isaiah. And
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE CONVULSING SLUT
Victor Vayne's sharp eyes caught subtle details in the woman's demeanor. Her smile, though alluring, carried a cryptic edge, as if she knew a secret he didn’t. A slight tremor in her hand betrayed a hint of nervousness, and the faintest smack of her lips added an air of mystery.But none of it mattered. Not tonight.The humiliation of the evening burned deep within him, and here she was—a distraction, a balm for his wounded pride. The desire simmering in his chest pushed every rational thought aside.Victor stepped closer, his towering figure casting a shadow over her as the firelight flickered. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek before tilting her chin up. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, it was as though the rest of the world had faded."You came here for me," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "And tonight, you’ll do exactly as I say."The woman didn’t reply, but her lips parted slightly, her breath hitching as his gaze darkened. Victor leaned in, c
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A SILENT WITNESS
Victor Vayne’s breath came in shallow gasps as the cold dread seeped further into his chest. His eyes darted from the convulsing woman to the pale foam trailing down her chin. This wasn’t normal—this wasn’t right. His fingers hovered over her shoulder, unsure whether to touch her again or pull back in fear.“Damn it!” Victor cursed under his breath. His calm, composed demeanor was slipping away. The confident man who had just celebrated his birthday party was now crumbling under the weight of an unexplainable horror.Her trembling began to subside, but not in a way that brought comfort. The violent spasms slowed to weak jerks before stopping altogether. For a brief moment, her chest rose with a faint, shallow gasp. Victor’s heart lifted—but then she went still.“Hey! Don’t do this!” Victor’s voice cracked, filled with a desperation he hadn’t felt in years. He placed his hand on her chest, searching for any sign of life, but her body was limp. “No, no, no!”His hands shook as he r
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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
EYES ON MARVIN
Two weeks later, the grand occasion had finally arrived—the Apex Tech Gala. The atmosphere at Neovalle’s Grand Hall was electric, the air was filled with excitement and anticipation. The hall itself as usual stood as a beacon of modernity and luxury, a towering structure with shimmering glass walls that reflected the city’s skyline, which sparkled under the evening sky.Outside, the red carpet stretched long, flanked by photographers and reporters eager to capture the high-profile guests. Limos and sleek black cars arrived one after another, carrying dignitaries and influential figures from across the tech world. The Governor, a well-known figure in Neovalle’s political scene, stepped out of his vehicle first, with his presence commanding attention. The Prime Minister followed closely behind, his face was calm but authoritative as he waved to the cheering crowd. Uncle Christopher, dressed in his finest attire, exchanged a few words with the Governor before making his way inside.
NO GOING BACK
Marvin’s body trembled. His mind was still drowning in pain, but the Prime Minister’s voice—those strange, ancient words—kept flowing, steady as a river.“”Marvin’s breath came in short, ragged gasps. His muscles burned, his fingers twitched, and his vision blurred. The force inside him—his own Synapticore energy—was spiraling out of control, thrashing like a beast trapped in a cage.His knees buckled again, but he refused to fall. He clenched his jaw, forcing his body to stay upright, forcing himself to fight back.A deep growl rumbled from his throat. Then, through the haze of agony, his lips curled into a twisted smirk.“Enough… talking,” he spat. His shimmering blue eyes pulsed, and the air around him distorted. A powerful, unseen wave shot toward the Prime Minister—it was a hypnotic force meant to override his mind and bend his will.The Prime Minister would let him go. He would step back. He would stop interfering.That was the command.Marvin watched, breathless, as his pow
DARK HYPNOSIS: A STRUGGLE AGAINST THE ABYSS
Pa Christopher’s breathing grew ragged. His fingers trembled, the cold barrel of the gun was pressing lightly against the side of his head. His eyes, wide and terrified, flickered between awareness and an eerie blankness. Sweat dripped down his forehead, his body was caught in the violent tug-of-war between his will and the hypnotic force suffocating his mind.Marvin’s shimmering blue eyes burned brighter, glowing with unnatural intensity. His voice remained soft, soothing—yet it carried an overwhelming weight.“You’ve worked so hard, Uncle,” Marvin whispered, the words sliding deeper into Pa Christopher’s consciousness like venom. “And what did they give you in return?”A tear slipped down Pa Christopher’s cheek. His hands trembled harder, the gun shaking as he tried to resist. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to die.“N-no…” His voice was barely a whimper. His lips quivered as he struggled to pull the gun away. But his body… his body wouldn’t listen.The dark pull of Marvin’
