The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 287

At the modest clinic, Alex let out a slow, quiet breath, the weight on his shoulders dissolving into the sterile air like mist at dawn.

He ended the call with the kind of calm that only comes from repetition—each silence afterward landing exactly where it had so many times before, in the aching corners of old wounds.

She always shattered the calm like it was made of glass—every word from her a spark, every conversation a storm.

And yet, some fragile, hopeless part of him still waited for the day she'd understand. The day love wouldn’t feel like a war.

Trouble had worn a path to his door so often, its knocks no longer stirred fear—only a tired familiarity.

He placed a hand over his chest, feeling the quiet thud beneath his ribs, and whispered with a faint, bitter smile, “Still holding on, huh? Why are you so damn stubborn, heart?”

Then softer, almost like a confession to the emptiness around him:

“What are you waiting for? Why not just let go… aren’t you tired yet?”

Outside, the abrasive honking of a limousine shattered the quiet of the clinic’s entrance, its ostentatious length glinting under the harsh afternoon sun.

Charles Kingston emerged with practiced arrogance, chin tilted skyward as if he owned the air he breathed.

Beside him lumbered a hulking brute of a bodyguard, eyes hidden behind mirrored sunglasses, expression as stone-cold as his employer's heart.

Charles crinkled his nose dramatically as he swaggered into the clinic, disdain dripping from every word.

"I didn't plan on dirtying myself by coming to your filthy little shack," he sneered, scrutinizing Alex from head to toe with blatant contempt.

Alex leaned back casually, his eyes narrowing with weary amusement.

"Well, nobody rolled out the red carpet for you, Kingston. You’re free to leave anytime—hell, I'll even open the door for you."

Charles snorted, his expression darkening as he tossed a sleek black card onto Alex’s desk.

"Listen here, peasant. Consider yourself lucky I even stepped foot in this dump. I'm offering you wealth beyond your pitiful imagination—fifty million dollars for the main ingredient of the Emerald Elixir.”

“Enough cash to buy you out of your squalid existence and let you die comfortably in oblivion."

Alex burst out laughing, sharp and merciless, his eyes twinkling with savage mockery.

"Fifty million? Is that all you scraped together after gambling away mommy’s fortune? Pathetic. If you can't hit ten billion, don't waste my damn time pretending you have money."

Charles flushed crimson, his jaw tightening visibly, his carefully controlled facade cracking at the edges.

"Don't get cocky, Alex," he growled dangerously. "Jasmine tossed you a mere million and you licked her boots clean. I'm giving you a chance to walk away rich and free. Don't be stupid enough to pass it up."

"Rich and free?" Alex's voice turned icy, his expression hardening to steel.

"Keep your dirty money. I’m not interested in scraps thrown by a spoiled, washed-up brat."

Charles slammed his fist down on the table, teeth bared in fury.

"Careful now, Alex. My patience is razor-thin. You either accept my generous offer and join forces with the Kingston name, or make yourself our sworn enemy. Believe me, friend, you won’t survive choosing the wrong side."

Alex's laugh this time was brutal and biting.

"Enemy? Friend? You're deluded, Kingston. Last I heard, mommy and daddy disowned your sorry ass after you torched their legacy.”

“Are you even allowed to call yourself a Kingston anymore, or are you just scavenging the scraps of your family’s ruined reputation?"

Charles’s fists shook, rage boiling in his veins, eyes burning with venomous hatred.

"You insolent little bastard," he hissed, struggling to keep his voice steady.

"Don't think Jasmine can shield you forever. I'll crush you into dust without breaking a sweat. You want war? Fine. Consider it declared."

Alex leaned forward, his expression fearless, voice dangerously calm.

"Bring it, Charles. But don't forget—Jasmine Kingston still holds the power, not you. Cross me and you'll find yourself buried even deeper than your family's dwindling fortune."

Charles staggered back slightly, momentarily struck dumb by Alex’s cold confidence.

The realization dawned painfully that Alex held every card, every advantage, and had effortlessly ripped his facade to pieces.

"You’ll regret this," Charles spat venomously, his voice trembling with raw fury. "I'll show you what happens when you cross me."

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