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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR 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
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE WOMAN WITH NOTHING TO LOSE
Marvin’s gaze remained steady as he stepped forward, his expression remained unreadable. He moved with a slow, deliberate pace, his footsteps echoing softly against the polished floor. As he reached the table, he pulled out the chair and took his seat, with his eyes never leaving Mrs. Evelyn Harold.Then, with a smirk that barely reached his eyes, he greeted her."Mrs. Harold," he said, his voice was low and smooth. "It’s an honor."Mrs. Evelyn Harold’s smile did not waver, but there was a glint of something unreadable in her gaze. She set her wine glass down, with her fingers tapping lightly against its rim.Her eyes flickered to his empty hands. "Where is your award?" she asked, arching a brow.Marvin leaned back slightly, his fingers brushing against the armrest of the chair. "I gave it to a friend to hold for me," he said simply, with a tone that was casual but carrying an unmistakable undertone of meaning.Mrs. Evelyn’s lips pressed together briefly before she exhaled, swirli
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR TENSION AT THE MEZZANINE
Marvin’s jaw tightened. His mind raced through possible ways to turn the situation around, to regain control. But no matter how hard he tried, he kept hitting a wall. Mrs. Evelyn Harold had outplayed him. He had destroyed her submarine, destroyed her research, and yet, here he was—backed into a corner with no clear escape.It was a great surprise really how she could be so smart to gain back the upper hand even when it seemed like she lost everything. His fingers curled slightly against the table. He had built his empire through strategy, through knowing when to push and when to retreat, and this was one of those moments where pride had to be set aside. He needed to think, to buy time.Mrs. Evelyn watched him with quiet amusement, knowing she had him exactly where she wanted. She raised her hand slightly, and the attendants and servers around the mezzanine stopped moving.“Leave us,” she commanded, her tone was sharp and unquestionable.Without hesitation, the servants quickly m
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR SAME PAIN DIFFERENT VICTIMS
A slow smile crept across Marvin’s lips as he realized something—no one was here to witness what was about to happen.This was perfect.But even with the advantage, a deep sense of urgency gripped him. He had to act fast.A sharp memory surfaced—Mrs. Evelyn’s instrument, the Solstium.The last time she used it on him, it had drained every ounce of strength from his body, leaving him breathless, weak… and coughing out blood.His fingers twitched. The pain of that moment was still fresh. He couldn’t afford to let it happen again.Even though he had only trained a few times since then, he had to get this one right.His mind sharpened, pushing past doubt. He had studied the balance of sound, airwaves, and frequency. He had practiced—just like he did with the rabbit in uncle Christopher's lab.Slowly, he reached out with his telepathic maneuver, with his energy stretching toward Mrs. Evelyn’s mind.The air around them shifted. A subtle vibration hummed through the space.Mrs. Evelyn blin
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE BIRTH OF MADNESS
Marvin’s voice stayed calm, but the weight of it pressed against her mind like a steady hand."What happened after he injected her?" he asked gently.Mrs. Evelyn’s eyes flickered. Her lips trembled, and her voice came slow and dazed, like she was drifting between the past and the present."She screamed..." she said weakly. "Not like anything I’d ever heard. Her body shook." She paused. After a few days, her veins started glowing blue, her skin turned cold and... parts of her fingers, her toes... they started withering.""Like... like something inside was eating her alive."Marvin’s throat tightened. His pulse pounded in his ears.Mrs. Evelyn’s voice broke again. "During that time, I nursed her. I tried my best... I didn’t know what to do. All the time she was burning hot and freezing cold at the same time. I kept asking him what he did… but he just kept telling me, 'This is the last resort… the last resort…' over and over."Her mouth twitched, and her eyes stared blankly forward."I
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A HERO OR PAWN
Marvin stood still. Silent. His eyes were fixed on Mrs. Evelyn, but his thoughts were far away.Two choices.Two paths.Both dangerous.Both heavy.His mind drifted deeper, into the maze of choices that now surrounded him.If he let Mrs. Evelyn go… if he walked away and let her live… he knew what that meant.She would continue her mission.She would keep poisoning minds.And maybe… maybe one day she would succeed in wiping out all Over Beings.People like him.People like Helena. Like Stella Orion both of his love interests.If he chose that path, he was choosing war. Choosing danger. Choosing a future filled with blood.But then again…If he killed her now—right here, in her weakened state—he would be praised.The Prime Minister would call him a hero.He would earn fame, rewards, power… safety.The world of over beings would clap for him though secretly.But Marvin's heart felt heavy.Because what if the Prime Minister was the true villain?What if he had caused Patricia to die… just
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR WHISPERS INTO THE ABYSS
Marvin leaned forward slowly, his eyes were still locked on Mrs. Evelyn. The energy around him pulsed, calm and steady. His voice remained soft and hypnotic, like a gentle wind whispering in the ear.“Mrs. Evelyn,” he said again, “do you remember when everything seemed right in your life?”Her eyes, glassy and dazed, barely moved.“You had a job. A good one. You were proud of yourself. You were building a future. You met a man… someone who made you feel seen. You got married. You had a child, with time you had children. Your world was bright then, wasn’t it?”A faint tear rolled down Evelyn’s cheek, but she didn’t move. Her arms hung limp by her side.“But life,” Marvin said, his voice even softer, “life always has deal breakers. It always hides things. Twists things. You didn’t know who your husband really was. He wasn’t normal. He was an Over Being.”Mrs. Evelyn blinked slowly, her lips parted slightly. The words were slipping deep into her mind.“Your daughter…” Marvin’s tone lowe
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR LAVENDER AND BLOOD
The sniper's eyes grew wide as he kept staring through the scope.He couldn't believe what he was seeing.“Why is she… what the hell is she doing?” he whispered, shocked.His heart began to race.He saw Mrs. Evelyn now standing on the railing of the balcony. She was clearly about to jump.Confused and panicked, the sniper lifted his head from the scope.But just as he did—Tap. Tap.Two soft taps landed on his back.He froze.A cold chill crept down his spine.Slowly, with fear in his bones, he turned around.And standing right behind him… was an old man in a black coat.The sniper’s heart skipped a beat.Before he could speak—before he could even blink—SMASH!The old man delivered a fast, powerful punch right into the sniper’s face.CRACK!The sniper’s body flew back a little, then fell hard to the rooftop floor.He was knocked out cold.Not a sound. Not a word.The old man stood still, breathing calmly.It was the Prime Minister.His eyes were sharp. Cold. Empty.He slowly picked u
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LAVENDER AND BLOOD
The sniper's eyes grew wide as he kept staring through the scope.He couldn't believe what he was seeing.“Why is she… what the hell is she doing?” he whispered, shocked.His heart began to race.He saw Mrs. Evelyn now standing on the railing of the balcony. She was clearly about to jump.Confused and panicked, the sniper lifted his head from the scope.But just as he did—Tap. Tap.Two soft taps landed on his back.He froze.A cold chill crept down his spine.Slowly, with fear in his bones, he turned around.And standing right behind him… was an old man in a black coat.The sniper’s heart skipped a beat.Before he could speak—before he could even blink—SMASH!The old man delivered a fast, powerful punch right into the sniper’s face.CRACK!The sniper’s body flew back a little, then fell hard to the rooftop floor.He was knocked out cold.Not a sound. Not a word.The old man stood still, breathing calmly.It was the Prime Minister.His eyes were sharp. Cold. Empty.He slowly picked u
WHISPERS INTO THE ABYSS
Marvin leaned forward slowly, his eyes were still locked on Mrs. Evelyn. The energy around him pulsed, calm and steady. His voice remained soft and hypnotic, like a gentle wind whispering in the ear.“Mrs. Evelyn,” he said again, “do you remember when everything seemed right in your life?”Her eyes, glassy and dazed, barely moved.“You had a job. A good one. You were proud of yourself. You were building a future. You met a man… someone who made you feel seen. You got married. You had a child, with time you had children. Your world was bright then, wasn’t it?”A faint tear rolled down Evelyn’s cheek, but she didn’t move. Her arms hung limp by her side.“But life,” Marvin said, his voice even softer, “life always has deal breakers. It always hides things. Twists things. You didn’t know who your husband really was. He wasn’t normal. He was an Over Being.”Mrs. Evelyn blinked slowly, her lips parted slightly. The words were slipping deep into her mind.“Your daughter…” Marvin’s tone lowe
A HERO OR PAWN
Marvin stood still. Silent. His eyes were fixed on Mrs. Evelyn, but his thoughts were far away.Two choices.Two paths.Both dangerous.Both heavy.His mind drifted deeper, into the maze of choices that now surrounded him.If he let Mrs. Evelyn go… if he walked away and let her live… he knew what that meant.She would continue her mission.She would keep poisoning minds.And maybe… maybe one day she would succeed in wiping out all Over Beings.People like him.People like Helena. Like Stella Orion both of his love interests.If he chose that path, he was choosing war. Choosing danger. Choosing a future filled with blood.But then again…If he killed her now—right here, in her weakened state—he would be praised.The Prime Minister would call him a hero.He would earn fame, rewards, power… safety.The world of over beings would clap for him though secretly.But Marvin's heart felt heavy.Because what if the Prime Minister was the true villain?What if he had caused Patricia to die… just
THE BIRTH OF MADNESS
Marvin’s voice stayed calm, but the weight of it pressed against her mind like a steady hand."What happened after he injected her?" he asked gently.Mrs. Evelyn’s eyes flickered. Her lips trembled, and her voice came slow and dazed, like she was drifting between the past and the present."She screamed..." she said weakly. "Not like anything I’d ever heard. Her body shook." She paused. After a few days, her veins started glowing blue, her skin turned cold and... parts of her fingers, her toes... they started withering.""Like... like something inside was eating her alive."Marvin’s throat tightened. His pulse pounded in his ears.Mrs. Evelyn’s voice broke again. "During that time, I nursed her. I tried my best... I didn’t know what to do. All the time she was burning hot and freezing cold at the same time. I kept asking him what he did… but he just kept telling me, 'This is the last resort… the last resort…' over and over."Her mouth twitched, and her eyes stared blankly forward."I
SAME PAIN DIFFERENT VICTIMS
A slow smile crept across Marvin’s lips as he realized something—no one was here to witness what was about to happen.This was perfect.But even with the advantage, a deep sense of urgency gripped him. He had to act fast.A sharp memory surfaced—Mrs. Evelyn’s instrument, the Solstium.The last time she used it on him, it had drained every ounce of strength from his body, leaving him breathless, weak… and coughing out blood.His fingers twitched. The pain of that moment was still fresh. He couldn’t afford to let it happen again.Even though he had only trained a few times since then, he had to get this one right.His mind sharpened, pushing past doubt. He had studied the balance of sound, airwaves, and frequency. He had practiced—just like he did with the rabbit in uncle Christopher's lab.Slowly, he reached out with his telepathic maneuver, with his energy stretching toward Mrs. Evelyn’s mind.The air around them shifted. A subtle vibration hummed through the space.Mrs. Evelyn blin
TENSION AT THE MEZZANINE
Marvin’s jaw tightened. His mind raced through possible ways to turn the situation around, to regain control. But no matter how hard he tried, he kept hitting a wall. Mrs. Evelyn Harold had outplayed him. He had destroyed her submarine, destroyed her research, and yet, here he was—backed into a corner with no clear escape.It was a great surprise really how she could be so smart to gain back the upper hand even when it seemed like she lost everything. His fingers curled slightly against the table. He had built his empire through strategy, through knowing when to push and when to retreat, and this was one of those moments where pride had to be set aside. He needed to think, to buy time.Mrs. Evelyn watched him with quiet amusement, knowing she had him exactly where she wanted. She raised her hand slightly, and the attendants and servers around the mezzanine stopped moving.“Leave us,” she commanded, her tone was sharp and unquestionable.Without hesitation, the servants quickly m
THE WOMAN WITH NOTHING TO LOSE
Marvin’s gaze remained steady as he stepped forward, his expression remained unreadable. He moved with a slow, deliberate pace, his footsteps echoing softly against the polished floor. As he reached the table, he pulled out the chair and took his seat, with his eyes never leaving Mrs. Evelyn Harold.Then, with a smirk that barely reached his eyes, he greeted her."Mrs. Harold," he said, his voice was low and smooth. "It’s an honor."Mrs. Evelyn Harold’s smile did not waver, but there was a glint of something unreadable in her gaze. She set her wine glass down, with her fingers tapping lightly against its rim.Her eyes flickered to his empty hands. "Where is your award?" she asked, arching a brow.Marvin leaned back slightly, his fingers brushing against the armrest of the chair. "I gave it to a friend to hold for me," he said simply, with a tone that was casual but carrying an unmistakable undertone of meaning.Mrs. Evelyn’s lips pressed together briefly before she exhaled, swirli
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
