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The Penniless Son-In-Law Is A Trillionaire New Mayor
A chill ran down Tran spine. "You… want to marry my daughter?"Moses smile was now sharper. "Not me, Tran," he reached out and patted the back of a member of the Doberman clan. "He is. His name is John. He turned 23 years old earlier this year."Tran studied John. John was a handsome young man no doubt, with powerful intelligent eyes. Moses carried on proudly. "John is a respectable member of the Doberman clan. At his age, he's a deputy director at the umbrella international bank. You can never have anyone as qualified for a Son-in-law as him."Tran turned to Moses. "What do you hope to gain from this?"Moses grinned. "It’s a fair trade, Mayor. You get to keep your city, your legacy. And Kensington gets a future."Tran clenched his fist. This man, he decided was a smart dangerous person. * * * *Moses and the Doberman clansmen were ushered into the airy sitting room of the Kensington family. Tran was seated on his favourite big chair in the living room, with his eldest son, Brad,
The Penniless Son-In-Law Is A Trillionaire The plane crash
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
The Penniless Son-In-Law Is A Trillionaire The Saint House
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
The Penniless Son-In-Law Is A Trillionaire Memories
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
The Penniless Son-In-Law Is A Trillionaire The Big contest
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 Penniless Son-In-Law Is A Trillionaire The Saint's Plate
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
The Penniless Son-In-Law Is A Trillionaire The Big Boss won't swallow
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
The Penniless Son-In-Law Is A Trillionaire Sandra's dish
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
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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
First encounter
“Watch where you’re going!” the boy rasped angrily, brushing imaginary dust off his shoulder. “Peasant. Are you blind?”Moses frowned as he scanned the boy, taking in the fine embroidery of his suit and the two guards from the House of Neptune. There was no doubt about it. This boy right here was Moses' second son. Benjamin, taken aback, raised his hands apologetically. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to—” But before he could finish, Moses stepped forward, his tone firm. “No, Benjamin. There’s no need to apologize. It was an accident.” This was Moses' first encounter with his second son and he already hated the boy's attitude. The boy raised an eyebrow, a smirk curling on his lips. “Do you know who I am?” His voice was laced with arrogance. “I am Prince Curtis, the rightful heir to the throne of the United Kingdom Of Niklauria. You'll speak to me with respect.” Before Benjamin could respond, one of Curtis’s guards stiffened visibly, his eyes locking on Moses. He leaned toward Curtis an
The Crown of Dominion
Moses private jet took off from North hills."Have you heard about the Crown of Dominion?" Moses asked Benjamin. Benjamin was seated opposite his father. He shook his head. "I don't know anything about it."Moses activated his Halo phone which displayed a holographic description of the crown. "It's an ancient artifact which is believed to have been forged by the gods," Moses explained. "Forged by the gods?" Benjamin looked bored. "Is this one of those folklore stories?"Moses continued as if he didn't hear him. "According to legend, the crown grants its wielder unmatched charisma and the ability to command absolute loyalty from armies. It can also inspire fear or reverence in anyone who beholds it."Benjamin supported his jaw on his hand. "So it's a myth. What's this got to do with my ascension to kinghood?""Plenty," Moses answered. "This crown is the cheat code to our victory. However, we're not the only ones interested in it."Benjamin raised his eyebrow. "Let me take a wild gue
Secret Twin
Benjamin stared at his father as if he just said the stupidest thing ever. “You want me to overthrow my mother?” Benjamin stood to his feet. “Why should I do that?”Moses leaned back in his chair and stared heavenwards. “Well, the House of Neptune is conspiring to dethrone your mom and replace her with a new king.”Moses paused to look Benjamin directly in his eyes. “Your mother was a smart woman. Too smart. Last week, she revealed to me that you had a secret twin brother.”Benjamin stiffened in shock. “M-my twin?”“You're not identical,” Moses noted. “You're both fraternal twins. Actually, after Elizabeth put to birth, she hid your twin brother while she handed you over to me to raise.”Moses explained the agreement he made with Elizabeth years ago after he agreed to raise Benjamin by himself. By the time Moses was done talking, Benjamin was speechless. He dropped back into his seat, but no words came out of his mouth. Moses sighed in exasperation. “I know it's a shocker, son. Sh
The truth
Moses turned to face the gathered crowd of parents, schoolteachers, and Principal Armstrong. He spread his arms wide and addressed them loud and clear. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he began. “Let me remind you of the terms of our little bet. If I win, all of you—the parents, the teachers, and even Principal Armstrong—will grovel and apologize to me. Thereafter, I will consider funding the school project.” The hall remained still and silent.Everyone remembered the wager, but not many were prepared to grovel before Moses. Principal Armstrong cleared his throat and stepped forward. “Mr. Doberman, if I may. This isn’t necessary. On behalf of everybody here, I sincerely apologize for any offense caused. There’s no need for anyone to grovel.” Moses’s expression darkened, his glare sharp enough to cut stone. He turned his gaze on Armstrong with pure disgust. “Who made you the speaker for everyone here?” Moses snapped, his voice rising. “If you have nothing meaningful to say, then shut
Setting appointments
Another man, a teacher, stood to his feet. “For the second challenge, if I may. Can we step away from money? Let's see who among the both of you has the most influence.”August turned to him, intrigued. “That's interesting. What's the details of this challenge?”The teacher stepped out, an excited look in his eyes. “The challenge is simple: both parties must secure a meeting with the CEO of Graham Incorporated right here and now. The winner would be the one who Reggie Graham sets an appointment for.”Everyone exchanged glances. This challenge was good. Graham incorporated was the world leading tech company, known for its bestselling Halo Phones.Graham Incorporated had developed a reputation for rejecting partnerships from even the wealthiest tech corporations. Their CEO, Reggie Graham, rarely entertained meetings, let alone signed deals.Whoever could set an appointment with him would be a man with strong connections. Moses smirked. “Fascinating. I like this one. Let's do it.”Sti
