The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 423

The governors sat in the chamber, the large screen still glowing from the online session.

Alfred Kingston’s chair was empty—he had walked out mid-meeting, leaving the feed running but showing nothing.

The governors who remained pressed on with the agenda.

“If Alfred leaves Los Angeles,” one voice broke the silence, “who takes his seat as governor?”

Eyes shifted across the screen, suspicion hanging thick in the air.

Jose leaned forward. “It’s obvious. The leader of the rebellion should become governor. The people choose him.”

He’d been made governor by a rebellion once himself.

“I disagree,” Logan shot back. “Los Angeles has always been Alfred Kingston’s domain. He’ll take it back from the rebels. He’s the only legal governor.”

Samuel gave a dry laugh. “Legal? Alfred was never truly governor. He was appointed by the King after the last governor of Los Angeles dropped dead without warning.”

“Now? Finally, LA belongs to the people. That’s something worth celebrating.”

Another governor snapped. “Nonsense. Alfred is the only governor. These rebels are nothing more than terrorists. We cannot bow to terrorists.”

Bella smirked, contempt dripping from every word. “So when the government kills its people and they fight back, that’s ‘terrorism’?”

“No wonder you guys keep the military close — not to protect citizens but to keep them in chains. If you even call them citizens anymore, they’re just slaves to you.”

The chamber erupted, voices colliding, accusations flying. The debate grew heated, tempers flaring over who had the right to rule Los Angeles.

Then, in the middle of the chaos, the screen flickered.

A man appeared where Alfred Kingston had sat. Calm. Confident. Middle-aged with a warm smile that carried more defiance than charm.

“Well, fellow governors,” he said smoothly, “allow me to introduce myself. I am Keaton Knight—leader of the Free LA movement. And the new governor of Los Angeles.”

The room went silent. Every governor froze.

Logan sneered, “Governor? You’re just a rebel with a webcam.”

Keaton laughed, “True. But at least my Wi-Fi works, which is more than Alfred can say.”

Bella clapped her hands, laughing like it was the sharpest joke in the world. “Good one.”

But Logan’s face twisted like he’d just swallowed poison. “We don’t recognize rebels as governors. Keep dreaming, Knight. Alfred Kingston will return to Los Angeles.”

Keaton laughed, a low, dangerous sound. “I doubt he’ll come back. I saw him run—tail tucked between his legs.”

Logan’s jaw tightened. “If you don’t hand the governor’s seat back to Alfred, I’ll make sure you’re the one running with your tail between your legs.”

Keaton’s smile widened. “Funny. Come to Los Angeles, then. We’ll duel. We’ll see who’s still standing and who’s running for cover.”

Logan snorted. “Why would I go? I’ve got ten thousand troops. Taking Los Angeles from you would be like stealing candy from a three-year-old.”

“Charming. Armies are impressive,” Keaton said with an easy smile. “But they won’t save you when the whole city decides your name is nothing more than a bad joke.”

“Nice line,” Samuel barked a laugh, sharp and merciless. “So the mighty Logan is just a numbers man. Coward Logan—only brave when he’s hiding behind a headcount.”

Samuel’s tone hardened, his eyes locked on Logan. “You’re a joke, Logan. You know the Los Angeles soldiers are gone. Only civilians remain. Are you really saying you’d march your troops in to slaughter citizens?”

“Times have changed,” Logan spat. “If those rebels don’t want to die, they should leave Los Angeles and let Alfred reclaim his post.”

Jose pushed forward. “I back the new governor—Keaton Knight and the Free LA movement. Alfred sided with the elites, not the people. I stand with Keaton.”

Logan fixed him with a cold stare. “Jose, you’re too old to start another war. If you want to go down with the rebels, be my guest — I’m not soft like your old governors. You’ll die like a rat in a gutter.”

“Remember this, Logan,” Jose said, voice low and steady.

“The happiest man — king or peasant — is the one who finds peace at home. But under a cruel governor, people can’t even call their land home; they’re slaves and prisoners in their own houses. I pity your citizens.”

Logan sneered. “I pity that fool of a governor you once served, Jose — too weak to keep a rat like you under control. His blind stupidity let you kill him and take his seat.”

“That’s the most useless governor I’ve ever seen. He should’ve learned from me how to crush a rebellion. I’d turn their heads into soccer balls.”

Jose shook his head and replied “When tyranny becomes law, rebellion becomes duty of every citizen.”

“Not my citizens,” Logan sneered.

“Don’t get cocky, Logan.” Samuel cut in, “Don’t forget — I’m with Keaton, too.”

Logan’s face sharpened, fury burning behind his eyes.

“You!” He opened his mouth, but Bella cut him off with a laugh like a knife.

“I’m with Keaton as long as it’s not Alfred Kingston. That’s all that matters.”

Lyra Thompson nodded. “Chicago stands with Keaton.”

“Paris with Keaton,” Sophia added. She wanted the Kingston family cut down from power, whatever it took.

A red lamp glowed on the bedside table—the signal that a live session was already rolling.

She pulled herself upright and joined the meeting.

“Can someone tell me what’s going on?” she asked.

“With pleasure,” Bella said, snapping the story into place for Jasmine.

She laid out everything fast and clean. The way Bella spoke, pieces that had tangled in Jasmine’s head fell into order.

Jasmine’s smile was small and fierce. “The governor of Vancouver stands with the people. We back Mr. Keaton as the new governor of Los Angeles.”

Logan went pale. For a beat, his anger looked like shock.

“So Logan is the most foolish man in this country now,” Bella crowed, laughter cutting the room.

“Jasmine Kingston.” Logan’s voice dropped like gravel. “What game are you playing? You’re my fiancée. You’re supposed to listen to me. Tell them you are sorry and you support your father.”

Jasmine’s eyes turned hard. “I never agreed to your engagement. Keep dreaming.”

“You little Vancouver girl,” Logan snapped. “You think being governor lets you ignore my orders? Don’t make me send my soldiers into your city.”

“Oh, great Logan,” Jasmine said, cold as winter. “If you send soldiers here, don’t forget to order extra coffins. No matter how many you send, they won’t all come back alive.”

Samuel slammed his palm on the table. “If he dares move his troops, tell me. I’ll send mine in response.”

“Me too,” Sophia said.

“Count on me,” Bella added.

Lyra smiled with the slow cruelty of a gambler. “For the right price, I’ll have my men seize Logan’s soldiers. I hear his ranks are wealthy enough for a prisoner exchange later.”

Anger curdled in Logan’s face. He stared down the new governors like a man smelling gunpowder.

“You lot don’t know me. If you want war, fine. I won’t back down. Let it burn.”

“Do any of you know what this means?” Then Keaton lifted something into the camera—a small, sun-bright emblem pinned to a leather strap.

Every governor went stiff. Color drained from faces. disbelief and a real kind of fear spread through the room.

“How—how can a rebel leader have that?” Logan whispered, disbelief lacing his words.