Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty One Grandmother Clinton was not your typical grandmother. At the spry age of 75, she still had the spirit of a young socialite. Her grandkids often marveled at her energy and zest for life. One sunny afternoon, as she sat on her vintage armchair, surrounded by antique collectibles, a mischievous idea popped into her head. She decided it was time to throw an exclusive underground party, unlike any other. The idea of hosting the event of the century excited her immensely.She reached for her smartphone, her arthritic fingers dancing across the screen as she dialed the number of the best party organizers in town. Her choice was no accident; she knew that this event needed the touch of professionals who could bring her vision to life. The phone rang a few times before a friendly voice answered, "Good afternoon, this is Eventful Creations. How can we help you?"Grandmother Clinton cleared her throat and began, "Hello, dearies. This is Mrs. Clinton, and I'm i
Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty Two With a trembling hand, Grandmother Clinton pulled her smartphone from her clutch, her eyes still moist from the unshed tears. She knew that a drastic measure was needed to salvage her ambitions. Determination and desperation fused within her as she scrolled through her contacts, seeking the President's number. This was her last chance to connect with the powerful figures who had eluded her all night.She found the President's contact and pressed the call button. Her heart pounded in her chest as the phone rang. The seconds felt like an eternity. But there was no answer. She hung up and dialed again, hoping for a different outcome, but the result was the same - silence.Feeling a sense of urgency, Grandmother Clinton attempted to contact the Governors and Senators who were on her list. Her fingers flew across the screen as she called each one in turn, but her efforts were met with unanswered calls and voicemails. It seemed that the very people she ha
Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty Three Grandfather Clinton sat in his dimly lit study, the soft glow of an antique lamp casting warm shadows across the room. He was a man of years, with a lifetime of stories etched into the lines on his face. Across from him, Godfather Roberto leaned back in the leather armchair, his sharp eyes fixed on the old man.The room was filled with an air of secrecy and tension, like a storm brewing on the horizon. Grandfather Clinton cleared his throat, the years of wisdom and weariness evident in his voice. "Roberto," he began, "I've been thinking about this for a long time. I need to meet the mafia Boss."Godfather Roberto raised an eyebrow, his deep voice carrying a sense of caution. "You know the consequences of such a request, Clinton. The Boss doesn't meet just anyone."Grandfather Clinton nodded slowly. "I understand, but I have a plan. I want to ask for his help in making me the president. It's the only way I can achieve what I've dreamed of my entire
Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty Four Godfather Clinton and his wife stood side by side, gazing at the imposing mansion before them. Their jaws dropped in unison as they took in the opulence that stretched as far as the eye could see. This was a sight to behold, even for a couple accustomed to wealth that had been passed down through generations.The mansion, a colossal structure, seemed to be a monument to excess. Its architecture was a masterpiece of grandeur, with towering columns, intricate carvings, and a sprawling garden that stretched beyond the horizon. The lush greenery was punctuated by fountains that sent plumes of water into the air, catching the sunlight in a dazzling display.Godfather Clinton, a man of power and influence in the underworld, and his wife, Evelyn, who had grown up amidst luxury and privilege, were both momentarily silenced by the sheer extravagance of it all. The setting sun cast a warm, golden hue on the mansion, making it appear even more surreal.Evelyn
Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty Five Elijah, the mafia boss, was hunched over his sleek laptop, engrossed in an important online meeting. The dimly lit room cast long shadows on his face, emphasizing his rugged features. He adjusted his crisp suit, trying to exude an air of authority even in the virtual world. It was just another day in his life, juggling power and crime with finesse. The screen before him displayed a web of connections and secrets that kept his empire running smoothly.As Elijah delved into the discussion with his international counterparts, his trusted aide, Vincent, entered the room, a sense of urgency in his step. He cleared his throat and whispered, "Boss, there's an important guest waiting for you downstairs."Elijah's brows furrowed. He didn't appreciate interruptions during such crucial meetings. "Who is it?" he inquired, his voice a low growl.Vincent hesitated for a moment before replying, "It's your wife's grandparents, sir."Elijah's heart skipped a beat a
Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty SixElijah stood in the luxurious living room, his trembling hand delicately wiping away the tears that welled up in his eyes. He was lost in a whirlwind of emotions, reminiscing about the painful memories of how his wives' grandfather, Cliton, and his wife had treated him when he was just a struggling, impoverished man.The room was adorned with opulence, its grandeur in stark contrast to the humble beginnings from which he had risen. Elijah had married into this world of privilege and wealth, but his past had always cast a long shadow over his present. He gazed at the exquisite chandeliers that hung from the high ceiling, their crystals glistening in the soft light. He couldn't help but think of how Cliton had once looked down upon him, doubting his worthiness to be part of their family.As the memories flooded back, Elijah found himself sinking into a plush cushioned chair. The tears continued to flow, unchecked. He was a man burdened not only by the
Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty Seven Grandfather Clinton, a stern man of advanced years, sat in his favourite worn-out armchair, his eyes squinting with disapproval as he directed a barrage of insults and belittling remarks towards Elijah, his grandson. Elijah, a young man with a strong and stoic demeanor, stood a few feet away, silently absorbing the onslaught of harsh words."Useless!" Grandfather Clinton bellowed, his voice echoing through the dimly lit living room. "You're nothing but a poor excuse for a man, Elijah. Always have been, always will be."Elijah's gaze remained fixed on the floor, his jaw clenched, but not a word escaped his lips. The insults had been a constant presence in his life, and he had learned to bear them with a silence that masked the turmoil within."You think you're good for something, boy?" Grandfather continued, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "I've seen worms with more worth than you."Elijah's eyes remained downcast, his breath steady and co
Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty Eight As Grandfather Clinton and his wife, Eleanor, followed Elijah to the meeting with the mafia boss, a sense of disbelief and astonishment hung heavy in the air. They had only seen a glimpse of their grandson's hidden life, and the revelations left them both in a state of shock.Arriving at a discreet, upscale establishment, they were ushered into a private room where the mafia boss awaited. The boss was a shrewd and calculating figure, a man who understood the value of alliances and the importance of power.As the discussion unfolded, it became clear why they had sought out Elijah's help. The presidential elections were on the horizon, and the family was desperate for the support of the influential mafia boss to secure victory. They knew that his network, resources, and connections could tip the scales in their favor.Grandfather Clinton and Eleanor listened to the boss's conditions and terms, realizing that they had no choice but to accept them if