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The Penniless Son-In-Law Is A Trillionaire The repented sinner
Homeland became frustrated as he waited for any reports from the Black foot tribe. Homeland’s patience was wearing thin. Days had passed since his meeting with Elder Guam, and there had been no word from the Black Foot Tribe. Not a single report. No confirmation. Nothing. He paced back and forth in his private study, his fists clenched in frustration.“They’re supposed to be the best,” he muttered, slamming his fist against the edge of his desk. “What could be taking them so long?”Keith Collins, the Vice President, entered the room cautiously. “Still no word, sir?”“None,” Homeland snapped, turning to face him. “This silence is unacceptable. I paid them $100 million. I expected results, not this nonsense!”Before Keith could respond, Homeland’s secretary came in the room with a tablet. “Sir, you need to see this.”Homeland snatched the device and glared at the live broadcast. His eyes widened in shock. There, on the screen, was Moses Doberman, flanked by his cousin Xavier Dober
The Penniless Son-In-Law Is A Trillionaire The Fake assassination attempt
Homeland was so pleased with his ratings that he threw a party to celebrate it. “Who would have thought playing the act of a repented sinner would boost public options of me? I'm such a genius.”Keith clicked glasses with him. “Not even the Doberman clan could foresee this. As long as we keep this repented performance of yours up, we will win.”Homeland grinned evilly. “And it's all thanks to you, senator Gladstone,” Homeland patted his back. “Once I become re-elected, I'll ensure you get $10 billion every year for the rest of your life.”Gladstone showed his teeth. “I'm grateful, your excellency. Now, how about we switch things up a bit?”Homeland raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”“Not everyone is deceived by this new act of yours,” Gladstone pointed out. “The Revolution Party still has a lot of supporters. We can't be contented with the little we have. We must steal the Doberman clan's supporters as well.”“But how do we do that?” Keith asked curiously. “Do you have any more b
The Penniless Son-In-Law Is A Trillionaire Exposed
Homeland sat in his dressing room, a confident smile playing on his lips as his stylist adjusted his tie. Out there, one of the biggest shows in the Twelve cities with a 20,000 audience were waiting for him to appear. A showman entered the room with a big smile on his face. “Your excellency, it's such an honour to have you on my show. The audience would be ecstatic to see you.”Homeland smiled proudly. “Of course. Your platform is one of the biggest platforms in the twelve cities. Do your best to make me look good to my people.”“Sure thing,” the showman bowed again, turning to leave. “You'll be up in ten minutes. Be prepared until then.”Homeland stood up to inspect himself before the mirror. This upcoming live interview with his vice president, would definitely solidify his newfound public favour. “This interview will seal the deal,” Homeland said, his tone smug. “The people will eat up my hero act. They’ll see I’m the man who survives and leads.” Keith nodded in agreement, s
The Penniless Son-In-Law Is A Trillionaire The bribe
After Homeland's exposure, his supporters turned into angry mobs. They all deserted him without a second glance. Everyone had seen him for the fraud and liar he was. There was no doubt he had lost the election. Meanwhile, the Doberman clan was experiencing a meteoric rise in supporters. Xavier Doberman became the new face of the revolution. News channels and talk shows clamoured to interview him, eager to hear his take on the scandal. The ratings for his interviews skyrocketed, painting him as a symbol of hope and freedom for the twelve cities. Public opinion polls showed a staggering shift: support for the Revolution Party had surged by 80% overnight, while Homeland’s approval rating plummeted to single digits. Homeland was left isolated, his campaign headquarters eerily quiet. Xavier Doberman used every opportunity to crush Homeland. He showed no mercy. Wherever he went, he made sure Homeland sees the massive crowd of supporters the Revolution Party was pulling. *
The Penniless Son-In-Law Is A Trillionaire Norman
Norman Rockwell drove his car through the quiet streets, his fingers drumming nervously on the steering wheel. His decision to tamper with the voting machine pressed down on him like an anchor, but he tried to push it aside. It was just one deal. After this, he’d retire, live a life of comfort, and put all of this behind him. With $25 Billion, he would be out of this shitty country and relax somewhere far away. When he pulled into his driveway, the house was dark. Odd, he thought. His wife and kids were always quick to greet him when he came home. “I’m home!” Norman called as he stepped inside. The silence was deafening. He frowned, placing his briefcase on the counter. “Helen? Kids?” The faint aroma of coffee wafted from the kitchen, breaking the stillness. He followed the scent, his steps cautious. As he entered the kitchen, his heart skipped a beat. Sitting casually at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee, was a man Norman had only seen in headlines: Moses Do
The Penniless Son-In-Law Is A Trillionaire The election result
Three weeks later, election day arrived. The Streets were filled with citizens eager to cast their votes, with queues forming outside polling stations. The atmosphere was filled with tension as everyone knew the outcome of this election would shape their future.The Votix machines were prominently displayed in every polling center. Voters approached the machines with their identification cards, scanned their fingerprints, and selected their candidate. A final confirmation screen appeared before their vote was securely submitted.Meanwhile, Norman Rockwell supervised the process remotely, his face pale and drawn. He couldn’t shake Moses’ words from his mind: “Just do the right thing.”By evening, the voting concluded without any incident. The Votix machines transmitted the data to the central server, where it would be tallied and the results announced. Crowds gathered in public squares, their eyes glued to massive screens displaying live updates.* * * *Inside Homeland’s privat
The Penniless Son-In-Law Is A Trillionaire Defeated
Thousands of cheers erupted across the Twelve Cities.The public squares became seas of jubilation as people waved flags, hugged strangers, and chanted the Doberman clan's name. But inside Homeland’s office, the atmosphere was entirely different. The glass of whiskey slipped from Homeland’s hand, shattering on the floor. His face turned an alarming shade of red as the words sank in. “No… NO! This is impossible!” Homeland roared, slamming his fists on the table. Keith stepped back, afraid of Homeland’s growing rage. “Homeland… maybe it’s best to—” “Shut up!” Homeland bellowed, his voice cracking. He staggered to his feet, pointing an unsteady finger at the television. “That snake, Norman Rockwell! He betrayed me! He—he rigged this against me!” Homeland screamed again, grabbing the nearest object—a lamp—and hurling it across the room. It smashed against the wall, shards scattering everywhere. Keith flinched but said nothing. On the screen, Norman’s voice continued, “I
The Penniless Son-In-Law Is A Trillionaire New president
The day of the inauguration arrived which marked the beginning of a new era for the Twelve Cities. The grand event was held at Central city, with thousands of citizens gathered, waving flags and cheering. The air was charged like electric with every corner lit by dazzling lights. Xavier Doberman stood tall, as he stepped forward to accept the mantle of leadership. His running mate, Pete, stood beside him, beaming with pride. Homeland held out the golden presidential seal in his hands. The crowd roared as Homeland extended the seal to Xavier. The two men shook hands for a brief moment, their gazes locked. Nothing was said between both men but everyone could tell there was a silent battle of wills happening between them. Xavier then turned to the crowd, raising the seal high up in the air.The crowd erupted with cheers, excited to finally have a new president over Homeland. But as the applause reached its peak, Moses stepped forward. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Moses began, his
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Epilogue
A year later, Claude Laurent stood in court, drenched in sweat. His hands trembled as he gripped the table in front of him, his face pale like a ghost. He now looked like a broken man. The courtroom was packed with reporters and spectators.At the front of the room, Moses sat with a cigarette between his fingers, watching Claude quietly. Before Claude lay a stack of legal documents, waiting for his signature. He was about to hand over his prized hotel to Moses without collecting a single dime.The Imperial Twin Hotel had crushed all competition in its first year, raking in over $60 billion in revenue. It had become a global sensation which attracted the wealthiest patrons, celebrities, and business moguls from all over the world. On the other hand, Diamond Fountain suffered. Its bookings plummeted overnight. Within that same year, they signed for bankruptcy. According to the legal agreement between Moses and Claude, Diamond Fountain Hotel now belonged to Moses. For free!W
The Endgame
Word spread like wildfire across Ice City. The Imperial Hotel was undergoing a massive transformation. The houses surrounding the Imperial Hotel had been purchased and demolished, making way for a sprawling new foundation. Cranes could be seen towering over the site, and workers bustling about, laying the groundwork.Moses called for a press conference, inviting journalists from every major news outlet in the city. The event was held in a temporary conference hall near the construction site, and the room was packed with reporters, photographers, and curious onlookers.Moses stepped onto the stage, dressed in a sharp black suit. He stood at the podium and addressed the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for being here today. I’m Floyd Westchester, and I’m here to announce the future of the Imperial Hotel.”He paused, allowing the murmurs of surprise to ripple through the crowd. No one recognized his name, but this was what Moses wanted. Until this project is completed, Mos
Claude's Challenge
Moses was taken aback by Claude’s sudden outburst. The man’s cheerful expression had vanished, replaced by a storm of anger and resentment. Moses raised his hands slightly, trying to defuse the tension. “Whoa, hold on. Why do you say ‘over my dead body’? What’s your issue with the Imperial Hotel?”Claude’s face twisted with bitterness as he leaned forward, his hands gripping the edge of his desk. “Madame Aurora,” he spat the name like it was poison. “She made my life a living hell. I was once an employee at the Imperial Hotel, loyal and dedicated. But no matter how hard I worked, it was never enough for her.” “She belittled me, humiliated me, and treated me like dirt. I vowed to destroy her and everything she stood for. And I did. I built Diamond Fountain Hotel to surpass hers, to crush her legacy. I won’t let her name or her hotel rise again—not as long as I’m alive.”Moses sat in stunned silence, processing Claude’s words. It seemed Madame Aurora’s cruelty had come full circle.
Diamond Fountain Hotel
Ice City was a prosperous city. However, the living expenses for the average man was bloody expensive. Moses had made arrangements for a dinner meeting with the number one hotel in Ice City. Diamond Fountain Hotel.This was the hotel that overthrow the Imperial hotel.Moses was impressed by the luxury when he stepped inside the hotel. Yet, the Infinite Castle hotel was dead ass a hundred times luxurious than this hotel.Diamond Fountain Hotel allows a free tour of the hotel to tourist.Before his meeting, Moses took his precious time to survey the hotel from the beginning to the end. The guide outlay the history of the hotel and how it's been reigning at the top for years. The more the guide spoke, the more disappointed Moses was at Madame Aurora. He was disappointed she gave up and allowed this hotel to beat hers.Diamond Fountain hotel was good, no doubt, but it was nowhere close to the glory days of the Imperial hotel. One of the major issues Moses took note during his tour
Second chance
The funeral for Madame Aurora was a small, quiet, affair, held in the grand hall of the Imperial Hotel. Only members of the Momo family were present during the funeral. Apart from them, there were scarcely anyone else aside Moses who had come to pay his last respect.Moses and Yuri stood at the back, observing quietly.Madame Aurora had once been a formidable figure in her earlier years. Her death marked the end of an era as the most powerful matriarch across the twelve cities. After the funeral, Valeria approached Moses and Yuri. “Moses, my grandmother left something for you. It’s in the study. Would you come with me?” she asked softly. Moses exchanged a glance with Yuri before nodding. They followed Valeria to a private study on the upper floor of the hotel. The room was dimly lit, lined with towering shelves of old books. A grand mahogany desk stood at its center.Seated behind the desk was Glenn. "It's been ages, Moses," Glenn said, smiling stiffly. "I'm glad you could m
Valeria
Moses felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off his shoulder after resolving the royal family conflict. A month after, Benjamin was crowned king at the ripe age of sixteen. Moses settled down in the United Kingdom Of Niklauria and live together with his new family. A week after Benjamin’s coronation, Moses was enjoying his quiet time, surfing on the royal palace's private beach. As he was prepared to ride another round of waves, Yuri approached him.“There’s someone here to see you.”Moses looked up, his brow furrowing. “Who is it? I'm about to ride another wave.”Yuri stepped aside and gestured for the visitor to come forward. A woman stepped forward, her head bowed, and her hands clasped tightly in front of her. Moses’s eyes widened in shock as he instantly recognized her.“Valeria?” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. It was his ex-wife, Valeria, from the Momo family. Moses hadn’t seen her in seventeen years—not since the Momo family disappeared from the twelve
Forgiveness
A soft chuckle escaped Elizabeth’s lips. She leaned back on her throne and regarded Benjamin closely.“Very well,” she said. “I will step down.”Curtis’s head snapped toward her, his jaws dropping. “What!” he exclaimed in shock.Elizabeth sighed, rising gracefully from her throne. “This was my decision from the very beginning, Curtis.” She continued. “When you spiraled out of my control, I sought for Moses’s help. I knew Benjamin would return. I chose him.”Curtis’s face twisted into a mask of fury. “You—You planned this all along?” His voice grew louder. “And you expect me to just step aside for some stranger to take the throne?”“He's your brother,” Elizabeth corrected, her tone sharp. “Your mind has been corrupted by the house of Neptune. You're in no position to become king.”“I don’t care!” Curtis bellowed. “I refuse to accept this! You may have chosen Benjamin, but I have half the kingdom’s military backing me! If you think I’m going to sit back and let some outsider take wh
family reunion
"I knew it," Moses whispered under his breath. "You're cut out to be a King." Curtis’s eyes threatened to fall from their sockets as he gaped at Benjamin. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. “Who the hell are you?” Curtis demanded, pointing his fingers at Benjamin in rage. Moses stepped forward, placing a steady hand on Benjamin's back. His voice carried over the stunned crowd, loud and clear. “This is my son, Benjamin, and the rightful heir to the throne of the United Kingdom of Niklauria.” Silence descended in the hallway. Curtis’s face instantly turned crimson as his shock gave way to anger. “What the hell are you talking about?” Curtis roared, pointing an accusing finger at Moses. “I am the rightful heir to the throne! This—this is absurd!” Moses exchanged glances with Benjamin. Then, Benjamin then turned to face Curtis. “We’re twin brothers, Curtis. Fraternal twins,” Benjamin said. Curtis’s eyebrows deepened into a frown. “That’s a lie! I am
Chosen
The next day, Curtis entered the grand hall of the Grand Sovereign Museum, where the legendary Crown of Domination was displayed. A red velvet carpet led directly to the centerpiece of the room: a glass pedestal casing that held the crown. Curtis strode confidently toward the display, his noble companion following closely behind. Several other museum visitors stopped to gawk as Curtis’s guards cleared the path for him. The museum curator, a graybeard man in a tailored suit, stepped forward and gave a polite bow.“Your Highness,” the curator began, gesturing toward the crown, “I've been expecting you. I learned you're here for the crown of domination. Would you like me to give you a brief record of the—”Curtis raised a hand, cutting the man off impatiently. “I don’t need the history lesson. I already know its legacy. Just tell me the terms.”The curator cleared his throat. “As you wish, Your Highness. For a fee of $10 million, you are permitted one attempt to wear the crown. But b
