On a sunlit day at the Presidential Palace, a sense of renewal and anticipation filled the air. Riho, having just been officially named the First Lady, was being shown around the palace's newly renovated spaces. Her duties would now include managing state banquets and hosting crucial functions, while Jiena and Kyoko would continue to discreetly oversee the charity office.
As Riho walked down the grand hallway towards her new office, her eyes fell on the portraits lining the walls. She stopped in front of Riko's portrait, her gaze lingering on the elegant depiction of her predecessor.
"Your shoes are hard to fill," Riho murmured, her voice soft and contemplative. She studied Riko's serene expression. "Both in our husband's heart and in this role."
A sudden voice broke the silence. "That's why you need me," Emi said, stepping into view with a calm, knowing smile.
Riho turned, surprised to see Emi. "Emi, what are you doing here?"
"My portrait hangs beside Riko's," Emi replied, gesturing to the adjacent frame. "I'm the secondary First Lady."
"But that position is meant for the president's wife," Riho responded, raising an eyebrow.
"Why did Riko appoint me if not to assist her?" Emi countered. "She needed someone to help with the functions and responsibilities."
"What exactly are you asking of me?" Riho inquired, her tone a mix of curiosity and caution.
"Please keep me as the secondary First Lady," Emi pleaded, her voice earnest. "I promise to offer my full support whenever you need it."
"I need to discuss this with my husband first," Riho said, her expression serious.
"Of course, but I'm sure he'll agree," Emi replied confidently. "He has always trusted me."
"I've heard that Riko created the position but didn't actually involve you in state functions," Riho said, her skepticism evident.
"That's not true," Emi argued. "I was present with every world leader who visited here."
"If that's the case, I'll need to talk to my stepdaughters," Riho decided, her tone firm. Emi's demeanor shifted as the two women she had mentioned appeared around the corner.
"What have we agreed to?" Jiena asked, her voice calm but with an edge.
"About continuing Emi's role as secondary First Lady," Emi explained, attempting to clarify the situation.
"We didn't agree to that," Jiena said bluntly. "I made it clear that if Mom died or divorced, your role would end with her."
"If Mom passes away, your position is nullified," Kyoko added, crossing her arms.
Emi's frustration erupted. "You're making this political! Karl wanted to marry me, but you went to Takako to stop it."
"We don't interfere in Dad's personal life, even though we're his daughters," Jiena retorted. "The issue was that his allies and advisors knew about your intentions."
"Mom allowed you to do as you pleased at her expense," Kyoko interrupted. "Why don't you stay away from Riho? Even your own daughter wouldn't support your marriage to the President."
Sensing the escalating tension, Riho intervened. "To be fair, I think Emi and Yuuna should continue their roles."
Jiena and Kyoko exchanged surprised glances, their eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
"What are you talking about?" Kyoko demanded, her irritation rising.
"I'm simply trying to be fair," Riho explained. "Riko trusted them, after all."
Jiena and Kyoko looked at each other, considering Riho's suggestion.
"Well, it's up to you," Jiena said finally, her tone resigned. "We'll be keeping an eye on the situation."
"We still have some briefings to get through," Kyoko added, steering the conversation back to business. With that, Riho and the others moved into the First Lady's office, the air thick with unresolved issues and the weight of new responsibilities.
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The following morning, as the sun rose over the city, Riho eagerly prepared to join her husband on the campaign trail. It was her first opportunity to experience the dynamic and intense world of political campaigning. Arriving punctually at the motorcade, her face lit up with anticipation. She embraced Karl tightly as he emerged from the campaign bus, her arms wrapping around him in a heartfelt hug.
"I've missed you so much," Riho said, her voice trembling with emotion. "This is my first time being part of a campaign."
Karl smiled warmly, patting her back reassuringly. "Campaigning is one of the most demanding things you'll ever do, but it's also one of the most exhilarating," he replied. Together, they climbed into the pickup truck that would lead them through the day's events. As they rolled through the streets, Riho waved to the crowd, her excitement evident as she observed Karl's charismatic speeches drawing cheers and applause.
Sylvia, the widow of Gustav, watched from the sidelines, her expression thoughtful. "Riko used to captivate these crowds with her flawless diction and commanding presence," Sylvia remarked. "She was like a modern-day Imelda Marcos but with a more understated elegance."
Riho turned to Sylvia with curiosity. "It must have been incredibly challenging for Riko, speaking fluently in four languages."
"Indeed," Sylvia agreed. "She managed it all without a college degree. Her ability to communicate on such a high level was truly remarkable—she was a bit like Evita."
"No, no," Jiena interjected, shaking her head. "Comparing her to Evita or Imelda isn't fair. Riko had her own unique style. She evolved from a traditional Japanese woman into a powerful and sophisticated First Lady—one who was admired and envied by beauty queens, royals, and socialites alike. Her presence was understated but impactful, and you share that same timeless beauty."
"What do you mean by 'timeless beauty'?" Riho asked, intrigued.
"Riko's beauty never faded," Sylvia explained. "She seemed as youthful at the end of her time as she did at the beginning. You have that same ageless quality."
Riho smiled, touched by the compliment. "Thank you. Now I understand why she was called the Legendary First Lady."
Sylvia continued, "Let's not forget how Riko handled the crisis when Karl and Gustav went missing. She declared a state of calamity on national television without hesitation. You have your own strengths, Riho. While you might not have Riko's experience, you have your own style and grace. Embrace that and do your best."
That night, after a long and grueling day on the campaign trail, Karl sank into a chair in his private quarters, visibly exhausted. He flipped on the television to catch up on the news, but instead of relaxing, he was met with a documentary about Riho. The analysts on screen were critiquing her role and performance.
"Riho Toujou might become a problem for Karl Marino," one analyst said, leaning into the camera with a serious expression. "She is vastly different from Riko Marino. Riko, the legendary First Lady, had the charm and the charisma that brought people close to her. What can Riho offer? Will she jeopardize her husband's career?"
"Riko had the ability to connect with people and make a significant impact," another analyst added. "Can Riho live up to those expectations or will she fail to support her husband?"
Karl, irritated by the critical commentary, snapped off the television with a forceful click, the remote control slamming onto the table. He noticed Riho standing alone on the terrace, her back to him, as she wiped away tears. Concerned, Karl approached her, his footsteps soft against the floor.
"Is something wrong?" Karl asked gently, placing a hand on her shoulder.
Riho turned to him, her eyes red and brimming with tears. "It's nothing," she replied, trying to mask her distress.
"You've been crying," Karl said, his voice filled with concern. "Is it because of what was said on the news?"
Riho's voice broke as she spoke. "Everyone thinks I'm a burden. They keep comparing me to Riko and Emi. I don't have their influence or power. What can I do to be worthy of being your wife?"
Karl embraced her, pulling her close. "You don't need to compare yourself to them. What's important is that you do what you believe is right. I don't need you to be like Riko or anyone else. I just need your love and support."
Riho looked up at him, surprised. "You really mean that?"
"I do," Karl said, nodding. "When my term ends or if I'm defeated, I plan to spend my life with you. We'll travel the world together and enjoy our time as a couple."
As they stood together on the terrace, looking out at the city skyline, Riho felt a renewed sense of purpose. Despite not matching Riko's monumental achievements, she shone in her own way, especially in socialite circles. However, her efforts often seemed overshadowed by her stepchildren and the lingering legacy of Karl's late wife. While Karl had won the presidency in a landslide, many attributed his success to the enduring influence of Riko's campaign efforts.
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Seven years had elapsed, and Karl Marino was set to be inaugurated for his second term as president. This time, however, the ceremony held a different nuance. As Karl completed his oath of office, Riho stood beside him, holding the constitution with both hands. The contrast from the previous inauguration was unmistakable. A decade ago, Riko had stood confidently next to Karl, her presence suggesting shared authority. Now, Riho positioned herself humbly behind her husband, embodying support and humility.
"Congratulations!" Riho said, her voice filled with warmth and pride as she beamed at Karl.
"Thank you," Karl replied, his gaze softening as he looked at her. "Is this your first time addressing such a crowd?"
"Yes," Riho admitted, her hands trembling slightly as she spoke. "I felt quite nervous standing behind you."
"You'll need to get used to it," Karl said, wrapping his arms around her in a reassuring embrace. "You're my wife now, and this will be your role for the next six years. After that, we can retire to the Bahamas together."
Meanwhile, in a dark, secluded room, the enemies of the Penthouse Seven and the IDEAS commission were plotting their next move against Karl Marino. The room exuded tension as Albert Fontierra, perched at the top left of a round table, sipped his whiskey with a scowl. Don Almeida sat in the center, casually puffing on a cigarette. Yoshiko, seated next to Almeida, trembled with a mix of fear and anticipation, while Madam Serrano was absorbed in a meticulous touch-up of her makeup.
The door creaked open, and Fernando strode in with a commanding presence, taking the seat at the topmost part of the table. He exuded an air of self-assured dominance.
"Gentlemen," Fernando began, his voice dripping with confidence, "Karl Marino has chosen a wife who is nothing more than a house cat. We hold all the cards to make him fall. Our plan will ensure his downfall, and with him, the entire Penthouse Seven will crumble."
Albert Fontierra leaned forward, a look of skepticism on his face. "And what exactly is this plan?"
Fernando smirked, swirling his glass of brandy with a sense of superiority. "I can't disclose that just yet. You've had your chances and failed—your attempts to kill Marino and use your daughter as bait were futile. Even with Tigress out of the picture, you didn't succeed!"
Fernando slammed his fist on the table, making everyone flinch. "We will launch a direct attack on Karl Marino and the Cardinal."
Later that evening, Riho invited Karl and Sahoko to an outdoor bazaar that overflowed with food stalls and clothing vendors. She wanted Karl to experience a more down-to-earth side of her, one that reflected Riko's ability to connect with people through simple pleasures like street food.
"Are you sure about this?" Karl asked, eyeing the various stalls with a mix of curiosity and amusement. Riho was already sampling quail eggs and fish balls with evident delight.
"I haven't tried all the hidden gems yet," Riho said, taking a bite of a fish ball and savoring its flavor.
"Mom, is there anything decent to eat here?" Sahoko asked skeptically, while Riho encouraged her to try a quail egg.
"Delicious, isn't it?" Riho urged, watching as Sahoko hesitantly took a bite and then fell silent, clearly enjoying the treat. "I know you like the food when you stop talking," Riho added with a knowing smile.
They continued their evening by visiting a fortune teller. Sahoko was first, receiving a reading that foretold a successful modeling career. Next was Riho, who was told she would gain power and the trust of influential figures. But when it was Karl's turn, the atmosphere shifted dramatically.
"Mr. President," the fortune teller said, her voice taking on a grave tone, "I see a woman watching you from afar. She has been a part of your life and heart for a long time. I also see that you may become something you never wanted to be, just to save someone important to you. The worst part is that to protect this person, you might have to sacrifice your own life."
Karl chuckled, dismissing the fortune teller's ominous words. "I don't put much stock in fortune telling, but I'll take it as a warning."
As they left the booth, Karl was drawn to a Shawarma shop. Riho, who disliked Shawarma, and Sahoko decided to explore other stalls. While strolling, they noticed Kazuki lingering in the shadows. Sahoko called out to him, and Riho followed her as they trailed Kazuki to an abandoned parking lot.
Fernando Escobar was waiting there, a sinister grin on his face. As Kazuki approached, Fernando's demeanor was cold and menacing. "You've delivered what I needed," Fernando said, his voice dripping with malice. "Now, for the Caracal."
"What are you going to do?" Kazuki demanded, his voice tense. Fernando's face darkened as he suddenly punched Kazuki in the stomach, sending him sprawling to the ground.
"Your services are no longer required," Fernando sneered, his contempt evident. Kazuki, enraged, attempted to retaliate, but Fernando effortlessly evaded his attacks.
Riho and Sahoko watched in horror as Kazuki was beaten mercilessly. "How could you do this?" Kazuki cried out, his attacks growing increasingly desperate.
Fernando prepared for his final move, drawing a pistol. "By killing you, I'll drive the Caracal mad, and the Penthouse Seven will fall!"
Just then, the sound of gunfire erupted. Jiena, Rafael, Muro, and Takeru had arrived, having tracked Kazuki.
"Oh, your siblings have arrived," Fernando remarked, shoving Kazuki aside. "And look who's here—Karl Marino."
Karl stepped forward, his eyes blazing with determination. "Fernando, this ends now."
Fernando smirked, clearly relishing the confrontation. "Well, we meet again, Karl Marino."
"And this will be the last time," Karl declared, launching a fierce assault. But before he could land a blow, Javier emerged from the shadows, delivering a powerful punch to Karl's cheek and knocking him to the ground.
"You're still alive?" Karl exclaimed, recognizing Javier and his accomplices, who had escaped from the North Pole prison.
"We're not foolish enough to rot in ice," Svetlana retorted. "We've returned to eliminate the Seven and the two pathetic sages."
Karl, glaring at the newcomers, threw a smoke grenade to create a diversion. "You can ally with drug lords and villains, but you'll never take what's precious to me."
As the smoke enveloped the area, Jiena, Rafael, Muro, and Takeru rushed to rescue Kazuki, leaving Riho and Sahoko behind. Javier and his henchmen kept a tight watch, their intentions as dark as the night that surrounded them.
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Fernando, Javier, and the Magnificent Three dragged Riho and Sahoko into an old, dilapidated hangar at an abandoned airport on the outskirts of the suburbs. The hangar was dark and foreboding, filled with the eerie echoes of their footsteps as they were ushered into a cramped, dimly lit room.
Riho, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion, broke the silence. "Why are you doing this?"
Shrimpo, leaning casually against the wall with a menacing smirk, answered, "We're seeking vengeance against your pathetic husband, his partner-lover, and the rest of the Seven imbeciles. They're the ones who've made us suffer."
Svetlana, adjusting her makeup with an air of disdain, added, "What I want is a precious diamond that Takako has hidden. It was a token of friendship between her and Karl Marino—a symbol of a love that was shattered by status."
Sahoko, her voice shaky, asked, "What do you mean?"
Rodall interjected, his tone dripping with malice. "Karl and Takako were almost lovers. Your father couldn't reciprocate because he despises feeling belittled."
Shrimpo laughed darkly. "And that's when he met Arisa Kudo, his first wife. She still communicates with Karl, which shows she still loves him. And he, too, has feelings for her."
Riho's eyes widened in shock as she shook her head in disbelief. "Arisa and Takako had full access to state documents, privileges you never had," Fernando said, caressing Riho's face with a smirk. "Is this what you call a faithful husband? You'll never be on the same level as Riko."
Tears streamed down Riho's face as the harsh truths hit her. But the torment continued.
"He can't refuse Arisa or her requests," Shrimpo taunted. "If she returns, she might ask the Caracal to make her the First Lady. I'm sure Jiena and Rafael would comply."
Fernando chimed in, "Arisa was the only woman Karl truly loved. Riko came second, but they grew to care for each other over time."
Svetlana raised an eyebrow. "I wonder why Karl, the almighty sage, chose you. Why not Emi, who was Riko's rival and had similar status, or Yuuna, or even his youngest, Tiffany?"
Shrimpo sneered. "Karl wanted a porn star. He was a sex addict."
Rodall added, "Riko was a pity choice due to the Marino Law."
Fernando leaned closer, his voice low and menacing. "Karl married you because he needed someone to depend on. You'll never measure up to Riko, Emi, Arisa, Tiffany, or Takako. And you think the Caracal cares about you? He might not even bother to save you."
The four villains left Riho and Sahoko huddled in a corner of the room. With meager rations of food laid out, Riho broke down completely, her sobs echoing in the confined space.
"Mom, stop crying. I know the president will find a way to save us," Sahoko said, wrapping her arms around her mother in a comforting embrace.
"Why would he waste his time on me?" Riho sobbed. "He's the president with countless responsibilities. I'm just a burden."
"You married him three years ago, and you've known him since big brother was born," Sahoko said, trying to console her.
"I don't expect him to come for us anymore," Riho replied, her voice resigned.
"If he doesn't, I'm sure big brother will!" Sahoko insisted, her voice filled with determination.
"But he promised me he would never leave and would always love me," Riho said, her voice trembling. "I'm holding onto that promise, but it would be a miracle if he rescues us."
"Are you losing faith in him?" Sahoko asked, her voice sharp with concern. Riho, overwhelmed by despair, remained silent and continued to weep.
Back at the Presidential Palace, Karl and his children returned, visibly exhausted and seething with anger. Kazuki sat sulkily, his eyes glaring daggers at Karl.
"How dare you do this to us?!" Takeru shouted, his frustration boiling over as he punched Kazuki.
"Leave him alone," Karl commanded, his voice firm.
"But Dad!" Takeru tried to argue, but Karl's voice rose in frustration.
"I said leave him alone!" Karl's anger flared as he threw a glass against the wall, shattering it. "I'll handle this."
Jiena, Rafael, Muro, and Takeru reluctantly exited the study, leaving Karl alone with Kazuki. The two men faced each other in tense silence. Karl stood near his desk, his gaze fixed on a portrait of himself and Riho from their wedding day.
"What will you do now?" Kazuki asked, his voice edged with anxiety. "It's only a matter of time before they strike and blow our cover."
Karl sank into his chair, exhaling deeply. He closed his eyes, the weight of the situation heavy on his shoulders as he contemplated his next move to rescue Riho and protect his family.