The grand estate of the Wexford family stood like a palace on the hill. Marble pillars, glass chandeliers, and gold-accented halls echoed wealth in every direction. Inside, Jonathan Wexford, a 42-year-old self-made millionaire, straightened his navy tie in the hallway mirror. Every inch of him was perfectly pressed, polished, composed. His wife, Isabelle, strolled past behind him in a silky cream dress, sipping orange juice from a crystal flute. “Don’t be late for the board meeting,” she said with a teasing smile. “You know they panic without you.” Jonathan chuckled lightly, but his eyes lingered on her a little too…
Author: town gist
A millionaire boy encounters another boy who looks just like him, living on the streets, wearing dirty, tattered clothes, and decides to take him home and introduce him to his mother. “Look, Mom, he’s just like me!” When she turns around and sees the two of them together, she falls to her knees, weeping. “I knew it…” What she reveals will leave you speechless. “But how is this possible? You… you look just like me,” Ashton exclaimed, his voice cracking with surprise as he stared at the boy in front of him. The young millionaire blinked several times, trying to…
It was a quiet Thursday afternoon in the wealthiest district of the city. Birds chirped, fountains trickled, and the air smelled of trimmed hedges and imported roses. A navy-blue car pulled into the long private driveway. Stepping out of the vehicle was Elliot Harrington—33 years old, sharp jawline, clean-shaven, wealthy beyond imagination. Dressed in a tailored blue suit, he walked toward his mansion’s front door with the weight of confidence only money could buy. In one hand, he carried a sleek leather briefcase. His mind was already occupied—merger deals, client dinners, and the next billion-dollar move. But just as he…
It was a cool morning in Wagadugu. President Ibrahim Traoré had just finished a long security meeting. His convoy was on its way to a public event when he suddenly asked the driver to take a different route. “Let’s pass through the old cemetery road,” he said quietly. His guards were surprised but obeyed. As the convoy passed the graveyard, Ibrahim noticed a young girl sitting alone beside a grave. She looked about nine years old. Her clothes were torn, her hair uncombed, and she had no shoes. But what caught his attention the most were her eyes—sad, but full…
It was a bright morning in Wagadugu, and the presidential palace was already full of activity. Guards stood at their posts. Ministers walked in and out with files in hand. Inside the golden walls of the palace, President Ibrahim Traoré was in a meeting with his security team. But outside the main gate, something unusual was happening. An old woman stood quietly by the gate, dressed in rags. Her clothes were torn, her slippers worn out, and her hair was wrapped in a dirty scarf. She carried a small brown bag and a walking stick. She looked like a homeless…
Nobody knew who owned the new factory that had just opened in Wagadoo. It was the biggest and most beautiful company around. The buildings were tall. The glass walls shined in the sun. Expensive machines and workers filled the factory. But nobody knew the man behind it all. That man was President Ibrahim Trrowé. Yes, the same president who was fighting for his country’s future. He had built the factory in silence and trusted only one person with the truth—his assistant, Emanuel. No ministers, no family, nobody else knew. Why? Because the president didn’t just want to provide jobs. He…
It was a bright Monday morning in Wagadugu, the capital of Burkina Faso. The sun rose gently above the city, casting golden light over the rooftops. At the presidential palace, the guard stood tall and alert as President Ibrahim Troué stepped out, dressed simply in a neat dark brown shirt and trousers. He looked calm but determined. Unlike other days filled with long meetings and official duties, this day was different. President Troué had a plan — one he had shared with no one except his driver. He wanted to visit the central prison without warning. No press, no media,…
He saved and adopted three Black girls 27 years ago. You won’t believe how they repaid him years later. Police officer Richard Hudson found a second chance at family when he adopted three orphaned children—siblings Michelle, Andrea, and Mia—after rescuing them from a devastating fire. Officer Richard Hudson once led a picturesque life: a beautiful wife, a delightful son, and a fulfilling career, all wrapped neatly in the charm of small-town living. But the harsh winter of 1995 unleashed a tragedy. A car accident claimed the lives of his wife and son. The loss left a bitter void, and the…
The 20th of July in London is a holiday. According to The Sun, a couple of African descent gave birth to a white, blue-eyed blonde baby on Monday in London’s Hampstead. Namachi Igeboro, a British national, has taken genetic specialists by surprise, who declared the small girl is not an albino. “We both just sat there staring at her after the birth,” said Ben, a 44-year-old customer service advisor. “She’s lovely—a miracle baby,” said Angela, 35, of Woolwich, South London, beaming as she described her daughter. Ben described how he was very taken aback when Namachi was born, to the…
Julian Meyer had always flown first class. To him, economy class didn’t exist—just a blur of tired faces behind a curtain. He was a 32-year-old tech investor, the kind who made his first million at 26, the kind who wore tuxedos to board flights simply because he could. His seat, 1A, offered champagne on arrival, a recliner that turned into a bed, and a personal butler named Carl, who addressed him by name. He wasn’t arrogant—just detached. Life was always fast-moving, sterile, and predictable. Until that day. Flight LX218, Zurich to Cape Town. The boarding gate buzzed with murmurs of…