Chapter Twenty Seven With trembling hands, Elijah unlocked his phone and navigated to his email. His eyes widened as he saw an unread message with the subject line, "Job Offer/ Upgrade - Marketing Director." A surge of excitement coursed through his veins as he hastily tapped on the message, desperate to know the outcome.As the email opened, Elijah's heart skipped a beat. It was indeed an offer letter from a prestigious company he had dreamt of working for. His mind raced, imagining the possibilities and the doors that this opportunity could open for him. With bated breath, he read the details of the offer, savoring each word as if they were magical incantations that would shape his future.The email outlined the position's responsibilities, highlighting the challenges and opportunities that awaited him as the marketing director.Elijah's passion for business and marketing, honed through years of education and experience, burned brighter with each passing moment. He couldn't believe
Chapter Twenty Eight “I will get your private jet ready for you “ was the first thing that Godfather Roberto told Elijah when he called him on the phone and he told him that he wanted to go shopping but the designer shops he truly liked were in Italy.“Do I have a private jet?” Elijah said gasping , he couldn’t believe it when godfather Roberto casually mentioned it.“Thank you mother , I know that you’re watching me and that’s why my life is so blessed right now !” Elijah said a quick prayer before a black tinted SUV came and pick him to the Airport where the hanger is kept , Elijah also noticed that he was treated with respect and no one asked him for his VISA or ID (National Identification Card) .They all knew who the private jet belonged to and no questions are needed. Elijah stood on the tarmac, his eyes wide with excitement as he gazed at the magnificent sight before him. The sleek, silver body of his expensive and luxurious private jet shimmered under the bright sunlight, its
Chapter Twenty Nine In the luxurious interior of a private jet, a tall and stunningly beautiful air hostess stepped onto the plush carpeted floor. Her figure was striking, her long legs accentuated by a pair of sky-high stiletto heels. She wore a very skimpy uniform that left little to the imagination, she exuded an air of confidence and allure. Her radiant smile and flirtatious eyes spoke volumes, as if she held the power to captivate anyone who dared to meet her gaze.Elijah, seated comfortably in one of the sumptuous leather chairs, couldn't help but be mesmerized by her presence. His heart raced as her graceful strides brought her closer, her delicate perfume trailing in her wake. He was aware of her attempts to impress and attract him, and a spark of anticipation ignited within him. The atmosphere in the private jet seemed to hum with an electric charge as the air hostess approached.As she drew near, the air hostess leaned slightly, her voice laced with a seductive tone as she
Chapter Thirty The sun was beginning to set in the beautiful country of Italy, casting a warm golden glow over the tarmac as the sleek, customized sports car that cost about 500k thousand dollars glided into the private hangar of the airport. Its body shimmered under the fading light, a testament to its hefty price tag and attention to detail.Elijah stood on the sidewalk, his heart pounding with anticipation as he watched the magnificent machine approach.The car was a flawless work of art, a symbol of wealth and power. Its glossy exterior boasted a deep, metallic black and shiny red paint job that seemed to absorb the surrounding colors. Every line and curve was meticulously sculpted, exuding an air of elegance and speed. The low-slung body hugged the ground, accentuating its aggressive stance.As the car rolled to a stop, Elijah's eyes widened in awe. The gull-wing doors gracefully lifted upward, revealing a lavish interior adorned with plush leather seats and gleaming carbon fi
Chapter Thirty One“What on earth is going on, Damn it !” Elijah kept shouting sounding really confused In the heart of a dark alley he was hiding , Elijah found himself caught between the crossfire of two warring mafia groups. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he desperately sought an escape route. His heart pounded like a drum, threatening to reveal his presence to the lurking danger.Elijah's hazel eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for any possible way to evade the hail of bullets that echoed through the night. Shadows danced along the stone walls, casting an eerie glow under the flickering street lamps. With each shot that rang out, fear tightened its grip on his chest, but he refused to succumb to its paralyzing embrace.In a desperate bid to find sanctuary, Elijah sprinted down the alley, his footsteps blending with the symphony of chaos. He darted behind rusted metal barrels, the stench of rotten fish and damp earth filling his nostrils. The sounds of furious Italia
Chapter Thirty Two The tall Italian lady kept quiet and went stiff when she saw an elderly man coming towards them with a few of his assistants following him behind. “Go away before the President of Armani comes here” she whispered to Elijah. Elijah just sighed and turned around. He was too tired and weak. Besides, this is not the only place where he can buy expensive and nice looking suits and shoes.“Hello Mr Elijah Viktor,wait up . We have been waiting for your arrival “ the man said catching up with Elijah who looked bothered and just tired. “Oh hello , I’m Elijah,” Elijah said, yawning. “My name is Giorgio Armani and I’m the president of Armani. It’s lovely to meet you , Godfather Roberto sent me your picture . Do come please “Me Armani said and the Italian lady fainted flat on the ground immediately, they were all asking her what’s wrong but Elijah ignored her and just followed Mr Armani as if she didn’t mean a thing. They gave Elijah a warm welcome and led him to a privat
Chapter Thirty Three The young man, Elijah, stood tall with an air of indignation swirling around him. His once composed features contorted with anger, his brow furrowed deeply, and his hands clenched into tight fists. His eyes blazed with a fire that threatened to consume everything in its path. It was clear to anyone in his presence that he was seething with frustration.Surrounding him were his loyal bodyguards, who had always been there to protect him from harm. But today, their purpose had been twisted into a new form—one that required them to bow before him and beg for forgiveness. They knelt on the cold marble floor, their heads bowed low, their faces etched with remorse.The room echoed with an eerie silence, punctuated only by the sound of Elijah's heavy breathing, the rhythm of his anger. He towered over his bodyguards, a formidable presence, his anger suffocating the very air they breathed. It was a scene that spoke of power and vulnerability, of a young man lost in the d
Chapter Thirty Four Of course the big trouble is his wife ,he could see her shadow holding a slippers in her hands for defense through the window of the house as if those slippers could save her from anything or anyone dangerou. Elijah stumbled through the front door, his steps heavy and unsteady. It was well past midnight, and the moon hung high in the inky sky. The house was cloaked in darkness, save for a dim glow emanating from the living room, where the soft light of a table lamp spilled out onto the carpeted floor. As Elijah closed the door behind him, a gust of chilly wind followed him inside, whispering secrets and reminding him of the outside world he had just left behind.The sound of the latch clicking shut echoed through the house, alerting his new wife, Selena, to his presence. She was standing in the living room, her arms wrapped around her while she wait for him with a big green on her face. She had been waiting up for him, her anxiety mingling with annoyance. T