The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 402

One hour later, Alex and Josephine stepped onto the rooftop lounge.

The city stretched out around them, glittering like spilled diamonds.

The place was sleek, stylish—soft music in the air, groups of friends sipping drinks, laughing, pretending to live in a dream.

“Josephine! Over here!”

A man shot to his feet the moment they entered, waving with far too much eagerness.

His eyes clung to Josephine like a starving dog to a bone, the kind of hunger so raw it made everyone in the lounge turn and notice.

Alex traced the sound through the crowd, his gaze sharp, weighing each face.

Then one figure cut through the noise of strangers, impossible to ignore—she glowed like a peacock flaunting its feathers in full display.

She was stunning.

Youthful, delicate, her oval face shaped like fine porcelain, her features so refined they seemed sculpted by careful hands.

She wore innocence like a crown, polished and flawless, a purity so perfect it almost blinded.

One glance from her could hook a man’s soul and drag him under.

But Alex wasn’t fooled. He saw the truth flicker in her eyes.

The sweetness was nothing but a mask, a role she had mastered long ago. She didn’t just attract attention—she hunted it, fed on it, lived for it.

Things are not always what they seem; the first appearance deceives many.

But not the few who know where to look.

“Sorry we’re late,” Josephine said brightly, though her body stiffened under the stares.

She plastered on a smile, forcing warmth where discomfort hid. Then, with deliberate boldness, she hooked her arm through Alex’s.

“Everyone, this is Alex.” Her lips curved into a mischievous grin. “My boyfriend.”

The word dropped like a stone in a glass pond. Silence rippled across the group. Several men’s faces twisted, their eyes hard with envy, hostility flickering like flames.

Josephine ignored them. She tugged Alex forward, guiding him straight to the radiant girl.

Her voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper. “That’s Giselle. She grew up with me in the orphanage, but a wealthy family adopted her. Even back then, she was too beautiful to be ignored.”

Facing the girl, Josephine’s smile widened. “Alex, this is Giselle Laurent. The country’s rising star. Millions already adore her.”

“Jo, don’t exaggerate.” Giselle pouted, feigning humility. “I’m just a beginner. Still a long way from fame.”

“Don’t be silly,” Josephine countered, slipping an arm over her shoulder like an old friend.

“Your voice is angelic, and your beauty matches it—like something unearthly. As a newcomer, you’ve already taken home the top awards, winning hearts everywhere.”

“It’s only a matter of time before you rise even higher—you’ll be a star faster than anyone dares to imagine.”

“You’ve always been my supporter, Jo. My bestie since we were kids!” Giselle hugged her with practiced sweetness.

“Josephine,” Martin’s voice cut sharp, dripping disdain, “why bring an outsider here? This place is reserved for people close to Giselle.”

“Yeah,” Amanda cut in, her lips curling with disdain.

“It’s Giselle’s birthday, and you bring a stranger? What if he’s some obsessed fan who starts snapping pictures and splashes them all over social media? One slip like that could wreck Giselle’s career.”

“It’s fine,” Giselle replied smoothly, not a crack in her smile. “If he’s Josephine’s boyfriend, I trust him.”

Martin’s expression soured. “I don’t. He doesn’t belong here.”

Josephine’s eyes flashed. “Careful, Martin. My boyfriend fights better than you ever could. Don’t test him.”

Martin barked a laugh. “And what does that make him? A thug? A bodyguard? Fighting means nothing today. Wealth. Connections. That’s power. That’s what matters.”

His bitterness was sharp, his resentment plain for all to see.

He had once set his sights on Giselle, but she soared too high, always out of reach, her world closed off to him.

So he turned to Josephine—just as beautiful, just as angelic, but far quieter, easier to approach.

He had chased her for years, only to be shut out at every turn too.

And now, seeing her openly claim another man before his eyes—it burned through him like acid.

Amanda smirked, piling on. “Martin’s right. This stranger doesn’t fit in. Giselle’s too kind to tolerate someone like him.”

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