The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 394

Alex stood in silence, caught between two sides—on one end, the Kingstons, and on the other, Sophia and Lyra.

All he wanted was peace, but they were pulling each other apart, and he didn’t know where to place his support.

“Alex,” Lyra said urgently, “the Kingstons are attacking us—through the media, through the people, every way they can. They want Charles to become Governor of Paris.”

“We’ve done nothing wrong, yet they’re striking at us nonstop. Can you help us? You’re our only hope.”

Her voice cracked with desperation. “If we can’t stop them, we’ll die, Alex. I’ll give you my body if that’s what it takes. Just give us the Lexington family’s support.”

“Fine,” Alex finally broke his silence. “I don’t have the miracle pill, but I can treat him myself.”

Deep down, he knew the truth—this country needed stability above all else.

He would not allow it to collapse into civil war, not now, not when the Kingstons and Sophia with Lyra were already standing on the razor’s edge of war.

“Thank you, Alex,” Lyra blurted out, almost too quickly. Then, with a sly twist, she added, “I didn’t know you wanted my body that badly. I’m always ready for you.”

“Forget that,” Alex snapped. “No one wants your body.” He cut the call.

Lyra stared at the phone, her pride stinging.

“That hurt, you bastard,” she muttered.

She turned to Sophia, still smarting. “Sophia, don’t you think I have a sexy body? How could that stupid man not want me? It hurts!”

Sophia had overheard the entire call.

“Will it be okay to let Alex handle this?” Sophia asked quietly, doubt heavy in her voice. “We’ll owe him more than we can repay.”

“Damn it, Sophia,” Lyra groaned, collapsing onto the sofa with a heavy thud.

“Look at us—we’re beautiful women. He’s a gentleman. Saving two desperate women like us—that’s practically written into his job description.”

Sophia’s frown deepened. “Still… it feels wrong. We’re leaning on him too much.”

Lyra’s laugh cut the air, sharp and bitter. “Wrong? Please. The media will eat it up—a hero rescuing two gorgeous women. And if the price is our bodies? Then so be it.”

She shrugged, as if offering herself was nothing. “If he asked for a threesome, I wouldn’t say no. It’d be a new experience for him.”

Sophia rolled her eyes. “You’re insane, Lyra.”

“I’m not insane,” Lyra shot back, her sneer sharp. “We’re governors now. We’re rich, envied. If the price is a night of passion, that’s still a profit.”

“Lyra, you sound like a cheap whore,” Sophia said coldly.

Lyra leaned in, her eyes flashing.

“Cheap whores sell themselves for a few bucks. Foolish whores give themselves for love and walk away with nothing. But me? I’m no whore—I’m a lady. When I give my body, it’s to secure power, to claim a state. There’s nothing cheap about that.”

Sophia stared at her, baffled by the twisted logic. “I’d rather give myself to a man I love.”

“You? Love?” Lyra burst out laughing, her voice sharp and mocking.

“You’ve got too much doubt rotting inside you, Sophia. That kind of poison kills love before it even begins.”

“Lyra, you talk as if you understand love,” Sophia said, her brow furrowed.

“Of course I do,” Lyra smirked. “I love gold. I love wealth. If a ninety-year-old man came to me and promised I’d never have to work again, all I’d have to do is love him? I’d do it. That’s love, Sophia—real love.”

“You’re insane,” Sophia snapped.

“I’m not insane,” Lyra replied with a wide, almost playful smile. “When a man like Alex walks into my life, that’s true love. I know it when I see it.”

“Don’t forget—Alex is poor,” Sophia reminded her flatly.

Lyra’s smile deepened. Even with Sophia being her closest friend, there were truths better left unspoken—like the fact that Alex was anything but poor.

He was disgustingly rich. But she kept it to herself. “Whatever you believe, Sophia, that’s your reality.”

Meanwhile, aprivate jet sliced through the clouds at top speed, racing back to Lexington State.

The moment it landed at the Prescott mansion, a young man hurried forward.

“Are you Master Alex?” Lawrence asked breathlessly, his face lighting up with relief as Alex stepped off the plane Lyra had arranged.

“I’ve been waiting for you. Please, come this way.”

He led Alex with the utmost respect, his every step quick and eager. But before they could reach Samuel’s room, a broad figure stepped into their path.

Frederick.

He blocked the way with his bulk, his eyes narrowing as he sized Alex up and down.

“This is the so-called master who made the miracle pill?” he sneered. “Looks like a boy to me. Are you sure you didn’t just hire some fraud to cover up your mistakes?”

“Frederick, not now,” Lawrence warned sharply. “This master was sent by Governor Lyra herself.”

But Frederick ignored him, his eyes fixed on Alex with cold disdain. “He looks like a scammer to me.”

“Stop this, Frederick.”

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