The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 410

A few days passed, and Alex had already slipped back into his routine—only now there was something new.

He had taken Josephine under his wing, training her with a seriousness he reserved for only the most promising.

That woman was a monster in the making.

No wonder she had been so strong since childhood, defeating people twice her size with raw instinct.

She had everything it took to be superhuman—maybe even more talent than Alex himself.

He gave her everything he had, holding nothing back.

He trusted her.

He believed she would use his techniques for good.

No matter how angry Josephine got, she never crossed the line—she hit, regretted, and stopped.

She could never truly hurt someone, let alone kill.

Alex poured everything into her, as if passing down his legacy could somehow pay back the world for his sins.

Josephine threw herself into cultivation, training harder than ever in her room.

She stopped helping him in the clinic, not that it mattered. Few people came anyway.

Alex carried on, his focus split between his patients and the girl who might one day surpass him.

As usual, Alex was distributing food and vitamins to the homeless inside the clinic when a sleek black limousine glided to a stop at the entrance.

The sight alone was enough to freeze the crowd.

Then the door opened, and a woman stepped out—stunning, radiant, out of place in the filth of the slums.

The homeless stared, wide-eyed, their whispers spilling out.

“Isn’t it strange?” one muttered. “Why do beautiful women keep coming to this place?”

“First Governor Jasmine, then the model Sophia,” another added with awe.

“Fools,” an older man snapped, shaking his head. “The real angel here is Josephine. Her beauty matches theirs, but her heart—her heart is pure.”

“Yes,” another voice chimed in, “I agree completely!”

“Her kindness was the only currency we could trust in this broken world.”

The woman paused, her sharp eyes cutting toward them as though she’d overheard every word.

Her smile was dangerous, laced with venom. She stepped closer, her voice cold and mocking.

“You old men… you worthless rats. How dare you claim to know who the most beautiful and kind woman is—in front of me? Now speak. Tell me, who is the most beautiful, the kindest, the perfect girl you know?”

The crowd froze, the silence pressing down on them like a heavy shroud.

One of the men, eager to speak, lifted his head with a shaky smile. “Of course… the most beautiful is—”

But his words caught in his throat.

He froze as the woman reached into her bag and pulled out something deadly.

The glint of the weapon in her hand sent terror rushing through every spine.

“My name is Bella Kane,” she said, swinging the weapon lightly, as if daring them to breathe wrong.

Her eyes blazed with fury as she demanded, “Now tell me—who is the most beautiful, the kindest, the one perfect for Mister Alex?”

All the homeless froze, eyes locked on the weapon in Bella’s hand.

Their bodies trembled, fear rippling through them until they could no longer stand. One by one, they dropped to their knees on the cracked pavement.

“Please,” one stammered, his voice shaking, “you are the most beautiful… the kindest person we’ve ever seen.”

“Yes, Miss Bella,” another begged, bowing his head. “You are the most beautiful one. Please, show us your mercy.”

An old man bent low, his forehead almost touching the ground. “Miss… we had eyes, but we could not see. Now I see the truth—you are the most perfect woman I have ever witnessed in my life.”

Bella threw her head back and laughed, a hard, ringing sound. “Excellent. Since you’re all such honest men, I’ll accept it.”

With a sudden flourish, she hurled the “dangerous weapon” into the air.

The crowd gasped—then roared in shock.

It wasn’t a blade or a gun at all, but a thick bundle of hundred-dollar bills. The stack burst apart, raining cash across the courtyard like a storm.

The homeless broke, scrambling after the flying bills, their hands clawing at the air, their cries filling the street.

“Alex, you have to help him,” she pleaded. “I’ll do anything for you. If you cure my father—I’ll become your wife.”

“What?” Alex’s brows knit tight.

Bella lifted her head, forcing a smile through her tears.

“I know you can cure him. That’s why I came. You know who I am, Alex—I’m Jericho Kane’s only daughter. I’ll inherit Vermont’s governorship one day. If you save him, he’ll give me to you as a reward. Imagine it—marriage to me, his heir. It’s the perfect alliance.”

She winked playfully, as if her beauty, wealth, and power were reason enough for him to say yes.

“Sorry,” Alex said firmly. “I can’t do that.”

“Healing my father?” Bella’s face twisted in disbelief, then shifted into a chilling smile.

“Well… that’s fine too. Every man dies eventually. If my father goes sooner, I’ll become governor—and you’ll be my husband. That works just as well. He’s lived long enough already. Don’t worry, Alex… I agree with you.”

“I’ll cure your father,” Alex said firmly. “But I won’t take marriage as payment. That’s wrong.”

Bella’s cheeks burned red. She gave a soft, nervous laugh.

“Oh, Alex. I never realized you were the shy type. Truth is—I am too. But in moments like this, we both have to be brave, take a step forward. Don’t worry. My father will agree when you ask for my hand.”

“I don’t believe he will,” Alex said sharply, trying to end her fantasy.

But Bella only smiled wider, her face flushed with heat.

“Alex! Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.”

“If Father refuses, I have another way. You can put your baby in my belly first. Then he’ll have no choice but to accept us—without condition. What do you think?”

Alex cut her off, “That’s enough, Bella. First let me see your father. I need to check his condition.”

“You’re right, please follow me,” she said, nodding quickly, her cheeks glowing with a fierce blush as they began walking toward the limousine.

“I’ve already prepared the private jet.”

Then Bella glanced at Alex with wide, innocent eyes. “About… baby making? Could we try it on the plane? Can you show me how? People say it’s… fun.”

Alex froze, shocked beyond belief.

This was Bella—the bold, dangerous Bella who feared nothing, who dared anything—yet she didn’t even know the first thing about making a baby?