Israel’s Prime Minister: Iran’s Supreme Leader Can’t Show His Face in Public.
Israeli Prime Minister Says Iran’s New Supreme Leader Cannot Appear in Public
Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu said that Iran’s newly appointed Supreme Leader is unable to appear publicly after Tehran released his first official message.
“I’m not going to provide a life-insurance policy to any Iranian leader,” Netanyahu said on March 12 when asked whether Israel had plans to target Iran’s new Supreme Leader, Mojtaba Khamenei.
he also declined to reveal any details about Israel’s potential strategies or operations.
Mojtaba Khamenei, 56, the son of former Supreme Leader Ali Khamenei, was reportedly chosen on March 8 to become Iran’s next Supreme Leader during escalating conflict with the United States and Israel.
He would be the third Supreme Leader of Iran since the 1979 Islamic Revolution.
Netanyahu claimed that Israel killed Ali Khamenei in an airstrike carried out on February 28, and said the new leader “cannot appear in public.” Since being appointed, Mojtaba Khamenei has not been seen by the public. During his swearing-in ceremony in Tehran, Iranian officials reportedly displayed only a portrait of him rather than presenting him in person. Prior to this, both the United States and Israel had publicly warned that any newly appointed Iranian Supreme Leader could become a target.
Iran released the first message attributed to Mojtaba Khamenei on March 12. However, the statement was delivered as written text read on television, and he did not appear on video or speak directly.
In the message, the new Supreme Leader declared that Iran would continue blocking the Strait of Hormuz in order to increase pressure on its adversaries. He also vowed that the United States and Israel would pay a price for the damage caused by the ongoing conflict.
Rumors have circulated in recent days suggesting that Mojtaba Khamenei may have been injured during the early phase of the joint U.S.–Israel bombing campaign.
According to the New York Times, three unnamed Iranian officials said he suffered injuries, including a wound to his leg, during the February 28 attacks. They added that he remains conscious and is currently staying in a highly protected location with limited communications.
However, Yousef Pezeshkian, an adviser to the Iranian government and the son of President Masoud Pezeshkian, stated on March 11 that the Supreme Leader is “safe and in good health.”
Netanyahu said Israel’s military has already delivered a significant blow to Iran and its allied proxy groups, weakening their capabilities. He emphasized that Israel is determined to complete its mission and confirmed that Israeli forces have targeted Iranian nuclear scientists, similar to operations conducted last year.
The Israeli prime minister also indicated that Israel is considering a possible ground operation in southern Lebanon aimed at confronting Hezbollah, the Iran-backed militant group.
When asked whether Israel intends to take control of any territory in Lebanon, Netanyahu responded that he has urged the Lebanese government to fulfill its commitment to disarm Hezbollah.
“If they fail to do so, we will have no choice but to deal with the situation ourselves,” he said. “I won’t specify whether it will be a ground operation or another type of action, but Hezbollah will pay a very heavy price.”
The Middle East has been engulfed in escalating conflict since the United States and Israel launched large-scale airstrikes against Iran on February 28. Iran retaliated by launching missiles and drones at Israel and at U.S. military bases located in several Arab countries.
Tehran has also targeted key infrastructure in Gulf nations, including energy facilities, as well as ships attempting to pass through or anchor near the Strait of Hormuz. The fighting has reportedly resulted in around 2,000 deaths, most of them in Iran, while also affecting multiple countries in the region and causing significant disruption to the global economy.
Forty-Eight Hours After Our Wedding, My Husband Slapped Me And Called It Family Tradition—But The Hidden Camera Was Never His
Forty-Eight Hours After Our Wedding, My Husband Slapped Me And Called It Family Tradition—But The Hidden Camera Was Never His
The first humiliation arrived before breakfast.
The first slap arrived seconds later.
His palm cracked across my face with enough force to whip my head sideways. The sound ricocheted through the luxury kitchen, bouncing off marble walls and polished glass until even the humming espresso machine seemed to fall silent.
No one moved.
Sunlight spilled across the stone floor, catching the diamonds on my wedding ring as my husband slowly lowered the hand he had just used to strike me.
Forty-eight hours earlier, that same hand had slipped the ring onto my finger while promising love, respect, and a lifetime of partnership.
Now it trembled with anger instead.
The white roses from our wedding still filled silver vases throughout the lake house. Half-empty champagne flutes remained on the terrace overlooking the water. My wedding gown still hung untouched upstairs because some part of me wasn't ready to believe that my marriage had ended before it had truly begun.
My crime?
I had politely asked Graham's younger sister to place her dirty smoothie glass in the dishwasher instead of abandoning it on the marble countertop.
Avery Whitaker smiled as though I had just entertained her.
Without breaking eye contact, she picked up the glass, tilted it deliberately, and let thick green smoothie spread across the spotless white floor.
"There," she said sweetly. "Since you love giving instructions, start by cleaning that."
The sting on my cheek burned.
The taste of blood settled quietly against my tongue.
But humiliation has a strange gift.
Sometimes it doesn't break you.
Sometimes it strips away every illusion.
Across the breakfast table, Patricia Whitaker calmly lifted her porcelain teacup as if watching a weather report instead of witnessing her son assault his wife.
Not surprise.
Not concern.
Not a single word asking whether I was hurt.
Only approval.
Her husband, Warren, folded his financial newspaper with visible annoyance, like someone irritated that family drama had interrupted a peaceful morning.
"You'll learn," Patricia said smoothly. "Women who marry into this family don't correct Whitakers under our own roof."
Graham stepped closer until only inches separated us.
His voice dropped into the controlled tone abusive people mistake for authority.
"You're my wife now, Claire. You're not running boardrooms anymore. You don't tell my sister—or anyone in this family—what to do."
I brushed my thumb across the corner of my mouth.
A thin streak of blood stained my fingertip.
Then my eyes drifted past him.
Toward the small black security camera mounted beside the pantry.
Patricia noticed immediately.
A quiet laugh escaped her.
"Don't embarrass yourself," she said. "Every camera in this estate belongs to us."
I looked directly into her eyes.
"No, Patricia."
I paused just long enough for every heartbeat in the room to become audible.
"They really don't."
The atmosphere shifted instantly.
Not because they understood.
Because they sensed they should.
Graham grabbed my wrist hard enough to leave pale fingerprints.
"What did you just say?"
Without raising my voice, I slipped free, removed my wedding ring, and placed it carefully beside the puddle of green smoothie.
"I said," I answered evenly, "you made the mistake of believing I was powerless."
Avery laughed, but confidence had already begun leaking from her voice.
"Oh, please. Dramatic speeches don't scare anyone."
Two days ago these same people had embraced me beneath an arch of white flowers overlooking the lake.
They called me family.
They called me a blessing.
They toasted to respect, loyalty, and new beginnings.
The performance ended the moment the wedding guests drove away.
Graham insisted we spend our first week at the Whitaker estate so I could "learn how this family works."
He encouraged me to ignore my office, silence every work notification, and dedicate myself completely to becoming a Whitaker.
He believed I was stepping away from power.
What he never realized...
...was that power had quietly walked into his family long before the wedding ceremony began.
For more than ten years, I had built my career studying families exactly like this.
Families that disguised control as tradition.
Cruelty as discipline.
Fear as loyalty.
Families convinced that wealth placed them beyond consequences.
Slowly, I reached into my cardigan pocket and removed a second phone.
Not my personal phone.
Not the one anyone had ever seen.
The encrypted device unlocked beneath my thumb.
For the first time all morning...
Graham looked genuinely afraid.
