Novel Dimanja Sang Presiden Novels & Stories

I was so happy with our progress as we climbed the podium to give his speech. He had written something down but I was not sure if he would read from it or freestyle it and try to say whatever he was feeling. This was going to be his new speech as the new president. The man was ready for it.

[Back off, before things get ugly. The man, poised to rip the woman's clothes, froze and lifted his gaze to meet Viktor's. He slowly rose to his feet, while the woman on the floor scrambled backward, hugging herself tightly in fear. "Who do you think you are, spewing trash?" the man snarled, his irritation growing. "What's with this 'allontanati' nonsense? What does it even mean?" Viktor's attention shifted to the woman, her torn clothes a stark indication of the horror she had almost endured. He averted his gaze, his eyes locking onto the man who had spoken.

At Le Château Royale, the clinking of silverware was the only sound between them. Lydia and Rowan ate in silence. Rowan finally broke it, dabbing his lips with a napkin. "So... you're a Zander?" His voice held amusement. Lydia met his gaze. "Yes." A slow whistle left his lips. "Damn. The woman I pulled out of a pool turns out to be the President’s daughter." She shrugged. "Life happens."

President Dika was very angry and said, "It may be that your child is like that, but Nova is not the type of man playing around with relationships. And her secretary isn't a cheap girl either." The President's friend, Mr Wildan, only responded with a cynical smile. "Isn't that the reality?" asked Chairman Dika insinuating, indeed the fact that Mr Wildan's son is worse than Nova. "Your kid who plays in a club with a bitch all the time, is that a good thing? Mr Wildan is silent. The man in the neat suit and taller than President Dika asked permission to leave first for fear of being humiliated by Dika. President Dika was pleased to see Mr Wildan's departure, even though he still wanted to vent

Judy quickly asked, "Linda, why isn’t Leo here today? He usually accompanies the president to social events. I haven't seen him." "Leo went to help the president's girlfriend move." Linda retorted, "Didn't you know? You're close to the president; how could you be so out of the loop?" "The president has a girlfriend? Which wealthy family's daughter is she?" Judy was surprised, feeling a fleeting, negligible sense of loss, which she hardly noticed herself. Linda explained, "She's not from a wealthy family, but she's the first woman to live in the Royal Manor. She might very well become the Caler Group's future lady."

I mumbled. “Pravil'nyy. That’s the one. So go all PDA and let the media capture and spread the news. It will, like you said, guarantee a seat in the White House. Only after winning the elections and putting the pale skin inside the White House can you announce the news of your engagement.” He waved his hands around boisterously. I wanted to find a thread of disharmony in his analysis, a flaw, anything for the argument’s sake. But I came up with nothing. As much as I loathed his existence, Damir lived for what he did. He loved his ‘job’ more than he loved his life. And he was more clever than all geniuses combined.

But, as it turns out, it's all just a fragile illusion. Just as I'm basking in the glory of my fabricated perfection, Baekhoon strikes, masterfully dismantling my facade – debunking every single one of my claims as blatant lies. He even confesses to loving only one woman, Shela. "Good grief, that child," the President muttered, rubbing his temples after I finish my story. I feel a pang of guilt; the old man looks pained, but I have to keep reporting to him, don't I? "Are you alright, Sir?" I asked anxiously.

Magda looked at her friend, “it’s because he wants you to.” Dimitra scowled, “really? You think he’s this much better than I am?” “Yes.” Magda didn’t back down. “I’m telling you Dimitra, some of the things I watched him do in his office was mind boggling. He was chuckling at something and I asked him what was so funny one morning this week and he said and I quote ‘I’m fucking with the president’s emails’.” “He wasn’t in the president’s emails.” “He was and arrogant about it too,” Magda sighed. “Dimitra, he could give you a master class.”

“ I was supposed to go home but the boss was scared to be alone after the incident in the restaurant today . “ said Antonio . “ I can believe anything that you tell me about him bout I cannot bring myself to believe that our president is actually afraid of something . You know , we were once involved in a car accident and were just standing at the top of a dangerous cliff . One wrong move and the car would have flipped down like a roller coaster . I was terrified to death while our president….. “ said Derrick who still couldn’t believe Damian’s attitude at that time . ” Our president…..did what ? “ asked Antonio curious . “ …..he had pulled an all night year for two days straight and fell a