The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 303

Charles flashed Alex a smug, venomous grin, his eyes glittering with sinister amusement.

With an arrogant snap of his fingers, a small drone whirred to life, circling menacingly above their heads.

"Recognize this toy, Alex?" Charles mocked, his voice dripping with condescension.

Alex barely glanced at the drone, unimpressed.

"Doesn't matter," he growled, and with a single icy glare, the drone sputtered and crashed onto the cold concrete.

But before Alex could savor his small victory, three more drones surged from the shadows, buzzing around them like mechanical hornets.

Charles let out a wicked laugh, eyes blazing triumphantly.

"You see, Alex, when my dear father cut me off, I knew vultures like you would circle. So, I hired men to keep a constant watch, recording every second of my life."

He leaned forward, relishing the moment. "You grasp what that means, don't you? Or is your mind too small to comprehend?"

Charles paused dramatically, relishing Alex’s silence, before continuing with sadistic glee, "It means that whoever dares spill my blood will be caught on camera, and the footage will reach my father and mother in seconds.”

“I don’t know if my family has disowned me or not. But I believe my father and mother still love me—and if I’m killed, they’ll avenge me. Then the entire Kingston empire will hunt you down and tear you apart.”

Alex clenched his jaw, begrudgingly acknowledging Charles’s twisted brilliance.

Killing this man now was tempting—almost intoxicating—but the ramifications would poison relationships he still valued: Alfred Kingston, Kelly, Jasmine.

Their connections were far too precious to burn over a reckless feud born of wounded pride and a woman's heart.

A true man, Alex reminded himself bitterly, must discern between personal vendettas and the greater good.

He spun sharply on his heels, dismissing Charles with cold contempt.

But Charles couldn’t resist one final taunt.

"Running away, coward? One day Sophia will be mine! I'll rise above you and crush you beneath my boot!"

Alex halted abruptly, a chilling stillness overcoming him. Without turning around, he spoke clearly and deliberately, his voice a blade in the darkness.

"You had the chance to wield your power for something noble, something greater than your petty desires. If you'd chosen the light, the world itself would rally behind you. But you’ve embraced darkness, Charles. Now the universe stands against you, marking you for inevitable ruin."

Charles barked a defiant laugh, his voice cracking with arrogance and rage.

"Keep your worthless sermons, Alex! I'm the master of my destiny. With ambition, power, and raw desire, I'll forge my empire from the ashes!"

Alex’s final words sliced through the air like tempered steel. "You’ll never find peace if the cosmos itself becomes your enemy."

He vanished into the shadows, leaving Charles alone, shouting furiously into the void, the echo of his own rage ringing hollow and unanswered.

Over the following days, tension simmered quietly until it finally boiled over with a single, urgent call.

Alex’s phone buzzed angrily, jolting him awake.

He rubbed his eyes as Mr. Dune's strained voice crackled through. "Alex, we've got trouble. You need to get down here right now."

"Trouble? What kind?" Alex snapped, instantly alert.

"Some folks barged in demanding a cut of Emerald Elixir. They're here, right now, pushing hard."

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