The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 458

Alex had been dreading this moment. He didn’t want to face Katarina—not here, not now.

He turned, trying to put distance between them, but before he could take another step, her hand shot out and clamped around his wrist like iron.

He turned and found her staring at him, fierce and cold, while his other arm still held Sofina.

“I told you to stop, Alex,” Katarina said, every word sharp.

“Kneel. Now. Before I lose my temper.” She stepped closer. “Remember when I made you kneel in the rain for three days and nights? You think I won’t do it again? Don’t test me.”

“Katarina,” Alex said, his voice low and hard as steel. “You’re not my wife anymore. I don’t owe you a damn thing. I don’t answer to your orders. We’re strangers now—so let go of my hand.”

“Once you’re my husband, you’re my dog for life,” Katarina hissed, and her hand whipped across his face. The slap cracked through the hall like a gunshot. “Don’t you dare defy me, Alex. I own you forever.”

Her anger burned bright, but beneath it something else trembled — a flash of tears she fought to hide, gripping him with a desperation that made her fingers white.

“Now I command you — divorce this bitch!” Katarina screamed.

Sofina stepped in front of Alex without hesitation. Her eyes were quiet, but they held frost. “I pity you,” she said.

Katarina’s hand tightened on Alex. Sofina caught it in one swift move and snapped it away.

“Let go of my husband,” Sofina ordered. “You’re his ex — don’t touch him again. He isn’t yours. You’re pathetic. A servant’s daughter.”

Katarina was used to obedience. She had been treated like royalty, and she’d made sure others knew it.

She’d heard the whispers for years — that the Rosenheim title was bought with betrayal, that they earned their barony by stabbing their own marquis, the Saint-Claires, in the back.

People said their so-called empire was built on treachery, that beneath their silks and titles they were nothing more than well-fed servants gnawing on their master’s bones.

“Look at this bitch!” Katarina shouted to the room, her voice shaking with fury. “She’s spitting on my family name! Slap her—make her remember who she is! And who I am!”

A few barons who bent to Katarina’s will and some Rosenheim retainers shuffled forward, eager to prove their loyalty. They moved to strike — to humiliate Sofina for daring to stand her ground.

Before anyone could raise a hand, a silver Eden security robot glided between them, its mechanical voice cutting through the tension.

“No violence is permitted on Eden Group property,” it announced firmly. “Cease all hostile actions immediately.”

Its arms rose and a pair of tasers snapped out. Electricity flashed. The would-be attackers jerked, their muscles seized, and they dropped hard to the floor, wracked by shock.

“No fighting. No violence,” the security unit repeated. “Please remain calm and await assistance.”

Katarina stood there, red-faced and unmoored — robbed, for the moment, of the power she’d always wielded.

Sofina grabbed Alex’s hand.

“Let’s get out of here,” she said, pulling him away.

“Alex!” Katarina’s voice cracked like a whip. “You always talked about love! You said you loved me! You swore you’d do anything for me!”

Her voice rose, trembling with rage. “You promised to obey me, to give me your body, to destroy yourself for me! You liar! You damn bastard! Get back here!”

When love begins to rot and fade, it hides behind forced gestures—empty rituals, hollow vows, or even violence and control—trying to keep alive what’s already dead.

Before Alex could answer, another android glided up beside them.

“Miss Sofina,” it said smoothly, “this is your scheduled interview for the collaboration. Please proceed to Meeting Room 01. I can escort you if you are unfamiliar with the location.”

Sofina froze in surprise. Alex squeezed her hand. “Go,” he said quietly. “This is your chance.”

“What about you?” she asked, her voice tight.

“I’ll head to the garden. Only workers and authorized personnel can access it. These people won’t be able to follow.” He smiled faintly, calm despite the chaos.

“Thank you, Alex,” Sofina whispered, then followed the android down the corridor.

The robot stopped at a glass door and bowed slightly. “Please wait here. The person in charge will arrive shortly.” It turned and glided away, leaving her alone in the silent, polished room.

Moments later, the door opened and a poised woman in a tailored suit stepped in. “Miss Sofina?” she asked politely.

“I’m so sorry—there’s been a change in location. Please follow me. Miss Von Adler would like to meet you in her office.”

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