The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 352

Sophia opened her mouth, but the words froze in her throat.

She had tried countless times to confess everything, but each time she failed.

She knew Alex was strong, but what good was strength when your enemy could bring two men with guns to finish the job?

Life wasn't fair—it never was.

It wasn't a fair fight in some arena where you squared off one-on-one.

Gilbert had hundreds of killers at his disposal, waiting for his signal.

The most painful part was knowing Alex's heart. Once he learned the truth, he wouldn't hesitate to put himself in danger for her.

He would foolishly become Gilbert’s enemy, rushing headlong toward death.

And it would all be her fault.

All Sophia wanted was for Alex to live a peaceful life.

If she had to bear his hatred, become his enemy, and carry that torment to her grave, she would accept it gladly.

Yet, Sophia wondered bitterly, would Alex miss her after she was gone?

Would he ever realize the terrible truth behind her sacrifice?

No—he would probably just hate her forever.

“How are things with Jasmine?”

Alex stared at her in disbelief.

He shook his head, frustration etched deep into his features.

"Sophia, I don't know what sick game you're playing, but I'm damn tired of it."

He snatched a cheap beer from the table, popped the cap off roughly, and drank it down angrily.

"If you must know," he snapped, deliberately trying to hurt her, "Jasmine and I are doing great. We've even talked about getting married."

His words pierced Sophia like a knife. A sharp, unbearable pain clenched around her heart.

She thought she was prepared for anything—even death—but hearing Alex say he would marry Jasmine was too much.

Jealousy and despair surged through her veins, clouding her thoughts.

Without a word, she yanked a chair back, snatched the beer bottle off the table, and poured herself a full glass.

She downed it in one angry gulp, her hand trembling.

Alex stared, baffled. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm thirsty—can't you see that?" she snapped, her eyes sharp with defiance.

She poured another glass, her movements quick and unsteady, and drank it down in one furious gulp.

But the bitter liquid did nothing to ease the storm raging inside her, so she immediately poured another.

"Hey! That's my beer!" Alex protested, reaching for the bottle.

"So what?" Sophia spat back harshly, mocking him openly.

"Are you seriously this pathetic over one beer? Owner! Bring us more bottles—he's paying!"

The street food keeper quickly obliged, delighted by the sudden request.

More bottles appeared on the table, and Sophia drank fiercely, determined to numb her pain.

Shaking his head, Alex glared at her, frustration mixing dangerously with sorrow.

"Since I'm paying for it, I'll drink too," he growled, grabbing another beer and gulping it down, matching her pace.

They drank heavily, each sip desperate and fierce, as if alcohol could wash away their torment.

For a while, only tense silence lingered between them, punctuated by bitter swallows and heavy breaths.

The police and military had long since cleared away the bodies, and over time, people began to forget what had happened there.

Life slowly returned to normal, and the street food stalls started filling up again with crowds and laughter.

At last, Sophia forced a painful smile, her voice trembling slightly.

"Congratulations, Alex. Jasmine is... a wonderful woman. She really cares about you. But you know, you two come from different worlds. You'll have to work damn hard to catch up to her."

Alex scoffed coldly, his eyes darkening.

"You're marrying Gilbert—the governor's family, remember? You're hardly better than me. Maybe you're the one who should be worried about catching up."

Sophia nodded slowly, the sting of his words deeper than she'd imagined.

"You're right," she whispered bitterly, taking another large gulp of beer. "Absolutely right."

Then suddenly, her eyes flashed with pain and anger.

"You know what? Maybe Jasmine should marry Gilbert instead! Rich man, rich woman—perfect match! And maybe you and I should have gotten married. Then neither of us would have to struggle so hard."

Alex felt anger flare up inside him, his fist clenched, nearly slamming the table in frustration.

He wanted to shake her, scream at her, demand she explain what twisted logic filled her head.

But how could any man truly understand a woman like Sophia?

Hell, no man could ever really understand a woman at all.

Alex watched as Sophia’s cheeks flushed deep crimson, her eyes glazed and unfocused.

She was drunk—no doubt about it.

Suddenly, Sophia slammed her palm against the table and shouted, "You bastard!"

Her sharp outburst startled Alex. He nearly jumped from his chair.

She shoved her empty glass toward him, eyes blazing.

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify