Moses woke up feeling light headed. Glancing around him, he found himself in what seemed like a wilderness, surrounded by thick underbrush and towering trees. For a moment, he stared around this habitat, confused. "Wait a minute, where the hell I'm I? How the hell did I end up here?" He asked himself. Moses tried to piece together the last thing he remembered, but his mind was blank.Even his own identity was lost to him, like a distant memory he couldn’t quite reach. Suddenly, Moses panicked. Could he have lost his memory? There's no way. He couldn't remember anything. Struggling to his feet, Moses realized he was in the middle of a private plane wreckage. The remains of the plane lay in a twisted wreck behind him, metal shards and pieces of luggage scattered all over the place. His heart racing, Moses stumbled over to it, his vision swimming and the pounding in his head intensifying. Blood trickled from a gash just above his right eyebrow, but it seemed to be the only injur
Moses learnt two things. He was in an isolated city called GreenFalls, a tropical large city with a complicated climate structure. However, GreenFalls was a big metropolitan city filled with a population of over 5 million people. In GreenFalls, there was no government. The ruling system was by what house was the most powerful. A house consist of members of a family group. There were three powerful houses: The Iron House, The Unicron House and The Saint House. Sitting at the top of the ruling house was the Iron House. According to Sandra, she was the member of the Saint House. Moses learnt she was a widow, living with her only son at a shack. "It's not much but my son and I manage just fine," She said. Moses felt bad. "But if you are a member of the Saint House, of course you should be given better treatment."Sandra smiled painfully as she swerved the truck round a bend. "It's not that simple," She said. "My husband was contesting to be head of the Saint House. His other br
Sandra exhaled shakily, turning to Moses. “I’m… I’m so sorry you had to see that. She’s always like this.”Moses shook his head, his expression softening. “You don’t have to apologize, Sandra. You deserve better than this.”Sandra smiled, but it was forced. “Thank you, Moses. But I’m afraid you can't stay here anymore. You don't know how powerful the Saint House is like. If you cause any further trouble, they might kill you.”Moses wanted to help this woman. He felt a strong urge to destroy anyone who hurt her and give her the justice which she deserves. If only he could find a way to do that. Sandra hurriedly pulled out some Changes in her pocket. "It's all I have left for now. I'm sorry it isn't much. Take it. You can find somewhere to spend the night at least. There's a cheap Inn not further away from here."Moses collected the coins. The coins bore the Iron House, the Unicron House and the Saint House names and symbols. Indeed these people must be powerful if this city uses th
In the Saint House, everyone was gathered around the head of the house, Holman Saint. Holman Saint sat on the fancy chair in the room while the others sat on lower stools. He was the second son, aged forty-five with a sharp razor sharp gaze and a firm mouth. His striking features was his bushy moustache and big forehead. The Saint House made their wealth off fishing and cooking. They own the fanciest restaurant franchise in the world with The Saint's Plate being the only exclusive restaurant in GreenFalls. “We have a special guest arriving tonight,” Holman Saint began. “They call him the Big Boss. How many of you know about the Big boss?"A low murmur spread across the room but no one answered Holman. He wasn't surprised, GreenFalls was a very remote city. Only a few members of the Saint House has ever left the city to explore the outside world or manage their franchise business. "Very well, then I'll tell you," Holman said after a pause. "I’ve heard about the Big boss a coup
The clock struck eight, and an air of excitement and tension thickened in The Saint’s Plate. Everyone was on edge, making last-minute adjustments, re-polishing the silverware, straightening the crisp, white table linens, and whispering hurried instructions. Holman Saint himself paced near the entrance, casting a wary glance over his chefs.Everything was set and ready. It was time to welcome their guests. News about the Big Boss visit to the Saint's Plate had made rounds across the city. The Big Boss had personally invited both the Iron house and the Unicron House to attend the event. It was decided the winner of the contest would be decided by the Big boss and the other two Ruling houses. This way, there would be no partiality. At exactly eight-fifteen, all the important guests started arriving. Celebrities, elite families and groups moved into the entrance of the Saint's Plate. Then the two ruling houses arrived. The Iron House, the Unicron House and the Saint House were al
Holman’s hands shook as he clasped them behind his back, watching nervously from the shadows. It had been over an hour since the first chef’s dish was presented, and the clock continued to tick as each of the Saint House’s top chefs submitted their finest creations to the Big Boss. One by one, the Big Boss sampled the dishes—an artful seafood risotto, a delicate truffle-infused soufflé, a perfectly seared duck breast glazed in rare citrus reductions. With each bite, he’d lift his fork, place the morsel on his tongue, and chew slowly, his face revealing absolutely nothing. After only one taste, he would set his fork down, his expression as blank and impenetrable as it had been from the start. He didn’t swallow.This was the first time something like this had happened at the Saint's Plate. No one had ever not swallowed a dish. It was the greatest insult dealt to the Saint House. Holman wanted the earth to swallow him. The tension in the room grew thicker with each dish. The hea
Outside the bustling kitchen, Sandra stood silently, listening to Holman’s booming words. Each line of his anger made her realize how grave the situation was inside.She could feel the pressure weighing down on the Saint House chefs. They’d been the pride of this place for years, celebrated and honored as culinary artists, yet tonight, the Big Boss was reducing their finest to dust. A pang of sadness filled her as she listened to their desperate attempts to regain their family’s honor.Sandra’s gaze drifted down to her hands, hands that can bring even the most hardened souls to tears with a single taste. Her late husband and her son were the only people in the world who had tasted her food made with her “Gifted Hands.” She could still picture the tears, the pride in his eyes whenever he ate her food. The reason why her brother-in-laws killed her husband was simple. He wanted to make Sandra the head of the Saint House. Now, he was gone, and his family were on the brink of humil
The silence in the room shattered as a wave of disbelief rippled through the gathered audience. Holman’s eyes widened and his jaws dropped. The chefs behind the doors of the kitchen all exchanged glances, their faces morphing to sheer shock. “What… what just happened?” Donovan whispered, unable to comprehend this unexpected turn of event. Margot blinked in disbelief, her poised demeanor cracking like an egg. Sandra’s face lit up with joy, her hands trembling as she held her breath, waiting for the Big Boss's response. He set down his fork.There was a glimmer of approval sparking in his eyes. “Now that,” he intoned, his deep voice softening, “is how you capture the essence of fine dining.” A stunned silence enveloped the room before the tension broke, and the chefs erupted into cheers. "She did it!" They shouted. "I can't believe she did it."Holman felt a rush of relief flood through him as he staggered back, clutching his banging heart. The Saint House had been saved, all
Moses frowned after being slapped. "You hit me in the face. That was a mistake."Vanessa lurched forward and slapped Moses as well. "Who the hell do you think you are to question us why we slapped you. Hell, I'll slap you over and over again if I please and there's nothing you can do about it."Moses could feel Yuri's bloodlust creeping up on him from the kitchen. She appeared out of the kitchen, a thick frown on her face. "Is there a problem, honey?"Moses stiffened as he noticed she was still holding the kitchen knife in her hand. "It's okay, Yuri, return to the kitchen. Let me handle this."Gabriella glanced into the house and when she saw Yuri, a wide smile appeared on her face. "Oh, so you have a wife. Perfect," Gabriella said, brushing passed Moses into the house. She headed straight for Yuri and slapped her. "You must be Moses wife. That's good to know. Did you know your husband convinced my husband to hand over his entire assets to him? What sort of husband did you marry o
A thick silence ensued in the living room as Moses delivered the bad news to Bernie's three wives. The three wives stared at Moses, their eyes widening in shock. They couldn't believe their ears. Diana shot to her feet, her face flushed with rage. "What do you mean there's no other money? I have bills to sort out, staffs to pay and a lifestyle to maintain. Who does Bernie thinks he is, abandoning my needs?"Gabriella stood to her feet as well, pointing her finger at Moses. "Did I just hear you say two months? So I have to wait another two months before getting my allowance? This is a joke right? Do you have any idea how much I spend in a week?"Moses wrinkled his nose. These entitled women made his skin crawl. "I wasn't finished," Moses went on. "Bernie noticed you've all been wasteful of his resources so he's implemented some new changes to your allowances."Vanessa who remained seated in her chair glared at Moses. "Some changes? What is this changes if I may ask."Moses turned
Bernie Silverman was startled. "You're the landlord of New Haven estate?"Moses nodded. "That's right. But don't tell anyone. I rather keep my identity a secret. Only a handful of people I trust knows I'm the landlord."Bernie Silverman had heard stories about the mysterious landlord and his prowess.This man standing before him not only bought New Haven estate but also destroyed Prince Harry and took control of his estate. Even as a billionaire, Bernie Silverman knew he was no match for Moses kind of wealth and power. "I'm shocked to hear this," Bernie said, taking a step back. "Why did you reveal yourself to me?"Moses smirked. "Well, first of all, I like you, Bernie. You're a good man but you're stupid. No offense, but with all that money in your bank account, you still can't control your women."Bernie was convinced Moses was the landlord. Only a powerful person could speak to him that way without any hint of fear. Moses went on. "Secondly, I hate your wives. Some weeks back
After Moses confrontation and warning, no one dared to cause anymore trouble for him. The Jackson family left the estate along with the Washington family. Feeling outclassed and afraid of Moses, they decided to leave the city entirely. Only the Bennett family stayed behind and kept to themselves. Moses had now acquired both New Haven estate and the Royalty estate. Neither the Jackson family nor the Washington family had the courage to expose his true identity to anyone. The Bennett family kept their mouth shut and avoided Moses as best as they could. The mysterious landlord of New Haven estate and Royalty estate remained their secret. Not long after the Washingtons and Jackson's departure, their houses were soon rented by new tenants. The Silverman Family. They were a large family. The familys patriarch, Bernie Silverman was a billionaire in his mid-fifties. He has three beautiful wives and many children. Bernie Silverman owns a mansion which he built in his hometown. The
"...I am the Mysterious landlord you've all heard about.”A long period of silence ensued in the dinning room as all three families stared at Moses in shock. “The mysterious landlord?” Mrs. Jackson whispered, her hand clenching her husband’s arm. "You came all the way here just to tell us you're the mysterious landlord who has been causing unrest in district twelve?"Moses regarded her for a while. "It might seemed so."Mr. James Bennett dropped his fork with a clatter, his jaw tightening. “Impossible,” he muttered, his voice barely audible. “You're an Uber driver. There's no way you could be our landlord.”Moses wrinkled his nose at James Bennett. “Why don't we ask the Washingtons what they think? They've always been suspicious of me.”Mr. Washington’s eyes widened, his lips parted as if to speak, but no words came out. Mrs. Washington gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white. “You're... you're not bluffing now, are you Moses?” she stammered. Moses smiled faintly. “I ass
The three top families in New Haven estate; the Washington family, the Jackson family and the Bennett family had a family dinner to discuss about the new development surrounding the mysterious landlord and Prince Harry's downfall. "There's something about this new landlord that we aren't noticing," Mr. Washington began. "And it's Moses.""That's right," Mrs. Washington added. "Despite the little we know of the Potters, it's obvious Moses Potters could be the new landlord."James Bennett and carol Bennett exchanged looks. "Moses Potters?" James Bennett ate his chicken. "The guy's an Uber driver. There's no way he could be the mysterious landlord.""I didn't believe it either at first," Mrs. Washington said. "But there's just so much going on that points to him. His major source of income remains unknown. I believe he's using this Uber driver job to hide something.""More importantly, he got released out of detention while Prince Harry took the heat. You may say the Big Boss was the o
Prince Harry sat on the edge of the cold steel bench in his detention cell like a homeless beggar. The gray walls felt as if they were closing in, amplifying his anger and frustration. When the sound of approaching footsteps echoed down the corridor, he jumped to his feet, gripping the bars with white-knuckled hands.The man who entered was tall and stoic, dressed in a crisp black suit. It was the royal advisor, Sir Archibald, the king's most trusted confidant. "Finally!" Harry barked. "Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for you?""Sorry I took so long, your highness," Sir Archibald didn't bow. "There was a slight delay.""A slight delay?" Prince Harry scowled. "I've been in detention for two weeks. Look at me. Look at how my beards are all brown. I'm a prince for crying out loud."Archibald didn't say anything. Prince Harry slammed his hand against the wall. "This is an outrage! I demand the royal family intervene immediately. Use whatever influence, resources, or f
The room fell silent. The other agents exchanged nervous glances, their eyes shaking from fear. "Did he just said war?" One of the agents whispered. "I didn't sign up for this," Another whispered back. "This is a serious matter."Harper stood frozen, as Jenkins’ words sank in. "How is it possible he's married to Queen Elizabeth?" He asked himself. "Is this guy for real?"The room remained silent with the weight of Jenkins' words pressing down on everybody. Harper’s hands trembled as he fumbled to unlock Moses’ handcuffs, the metallic click echoing in the silence. “I-I apologize,” Harper stammered, stepping back as Moses calmly rubbed his wrists.“Release the other woman immediately,” Harper barked at the other agents, his voice cracking. They scurried out of the room without hesitation.Moses stood to his feet, his Shadow hovering over everyone. Jenkins made the next move. "On your knees!" Jenkins roared, his authoritative voice slicing through the air like a blade. “Bow and g
Moses and Yuri were interrogated separately. The interrogation room was cold and bare, with a steel table bolted to the floor and a single flickering fluorescent light overhead. Moses sat in the lone chair, his hands cuffed to the table. The bald agent from earlier entered with a file under his arm and a cold expression written all over his face.“I'm agent Harper,” the bald agent threw the file onto the table. “I've dug through your file. A millionaire disguised as an Uber driver. Quite suspicious, don't you think?”Moses leaned back slightly, tilting his head. “I never imagined people would address me as a millionaire but thanks for the compliment.”Harper's lips curled into a mocking smile. “Compliment, huh? You sound very confident and calm for a man with federal charges. What's the story you’re sticking with? Tell me.”“Well, if you must know,” Moses replied evenly, “one lucky ticket changed my life then I decided to invest all that money into a house. It's the best investmen