Nathan returned home that evening, with Grace also accompanying him. The ride home had been quiet. As they pulled up to the house, he was greeted by a warm glow emanating from the windows. The door swung open before he even had a chance to step inside. Brian ran out, his little feet pounding against the driveway. “Mom!” he shouted, his voice brimming with excitement. Then his eyes found Nathan. “My hero!” Nathan bent down, scooping Brian into his arms, his heart swelling as the boy wrapped his arms tightly around his neck. “You did it! You’re the president!” Vanessa appeared in the doorway, her face lit with pride and joy. She stepped out to meet them, her gaze locking with Nathan’s. “Welcome home, Mr. President,” she teased him in a playful tone. Nathan chuckled, his arm wrapping around her waist as Brian clung to his other shoulder. “You look happy, First Lady,” he murmured, noting the sparkle in her eyes. “And you look exhausted, Mr. President,” she replied, gently brush

His deep, commanding voice carried an unexpected kindness. “I hope I’m not intruding.” Grace swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. “Not at all, Mr. President,” she managed, her voice steadier than she felt. “It’s an honor to meet you.” Alexander smiled, his sharp eyes scanning her from head to toe. “The honor is mine. I’ve heard quite a bit about you.” Grace blinked, taken aback. “Me?” she asked, her voice rising slightly in surprise. President Alexander had heard about Grace? She tried her best to maintain her composure, but she could not hide the fact that she was surprised. He nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Yes, you. Lord Cloud speaks highly of you, and your story is indeed remarkable.” Grace felt the heat rise to her cheeks. President Alexander had just complimented her! She wanted to scream off the roof, but she held herself in place. “Thank you,” she said softly. “But I’ve only ever done what I needed to survive and support my f

The following morning arrived and the soft through the large windows of the Cloud residence. The maids worked diligently, sweeping away the remnants of last night’s celebration.They cleaned up the discarded napkins, empty glasses, scattered confetti amf all other trash from the compound.In the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, , mixing with the sizzling sounds of bacon and eggs that was being prepared for breakfast. The table was set with golden pancakes stacked high with a dollop of butter melting on top, crispy bacon, eggs scrambled to perfection, and a variety of fruit, juicy orange slices, vibrant strawberries, and sweet pineapple. The fresh scent of toasted bread mingled with the warmth of the morning, and the entire house felt like it was taking a collective sigh of relief after the excitement of the previous day.At the breakfast table, Brian was already seated, his small hands eagerly reaching for the food, his eyes were wide with hunger and he wa

Grace glanced at him, her face still lit up with smiles for the camera. “Not now, Brian,” she said firmly but quietly. “But, Mommy—” “No,” she interrupted, her tone sharper this time. Brian's face fell for a moment, but determination sparked in his wide eyes. He tugged her hand again, more insistent. “Please, Mommy. I won’t go far, I promise. I just want to say hi. Please?” The thought of letting him wander, even for a moment, filled her with dread. But with the cameras snapping and the weight of their public image pressing on her shoulders, she reluctantly relented. “Alright,” she finally gave in. She knelt down to Brian’s level, gripping his shoulders gently but firmly. “But you must stay where I can see you at all times, do you understand? And when I call you, you must come back immediately.” Brian’s face lit up like a sunrise. “I promise, Mommy!” She nodded, releasing his hand and watching him dart toward Ella with uncontained excitement. “Ella! Ella!” he calle

The grand hall exuded opulence.It had a very beautiful ceilings with intricate chandeliers. Rows of chairs which were perfextly arranged was filled with diplomats, corporate figures, and the press. The hum of whispered conversations filled the air as the attendees settled patiently waiting for Nathan's address. The Cloud family took their seats at the front, reserved for dignitaries. Nathan sat at the center, his confident posture a testament to the authority he carried. Vanessa was on his right, while Grace and Brian sat on his left. Brian sat confidently in his seat, swinging his legs while Grace sat stiffly, and her thoughts elsewhere. Alexander’s card in her purse made it feel as if it was heavy. His words echoed in her mind: “Make sure it’s for the right reasons.”Nathan stood as the lights dimmed slightly, signaling the start of the event. The murmur of the crowd subsided as all eyes turned to him. He approached the podium with the composure. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he