The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 351

Four hours earlier, Sophia received an unexpected call from Gilbert, demanding she accompany him to watch a fight at the Paris Arena.

Sophia despised fights.

She never had interest in violent sports and didn't even know the arena existed until Gilbert summoned her.

“I'm sorry, Gilbert, but that's not my kind of entertainment,” Sophia declined.

Gilbert leaned close, eyes narrowed threateningly.

“Do you prefer something bad happening to your mother or little brother instead?”

Within an hour, she was aboard Gilbert's private jet, speeding from Vancouver to Paris.

When they arrived, Gilbert escorted her into an exclusive room filled with Parisian elites, proudly introducing her as his fiancée and boasting about their upcoming wedding.

Sophia felt nauseous at the announcement, especially as the elites swarmed around her, complimenting her looks and gushing about how fortunate she was to marry a man like Gilbert.

It was obvious—they were trying to win her favor solely because of Gilbert’s influence.

Only then did she discover Alex was fighting in the arena.

Gilbert's intentions became crystal clear—he wanted her to watch Alex's brutal death.

Sophia silently vowed to herself: if Alex died tonight, she’d follow him.

But against all odds, Alex emerged victorious.

Even Lyra, her best friend, hit the jackpot—winning an unbelievable 300 billion just for betting on him.

“How can life be so cruel?” Sophia thought bitterly.

“Lyra becomes governor of Chicago and wins billions, and here I am trapped in misery.”

She flinched as Gilbert violently smashed an ashtray against his manager's head in rage.

Sophia knew with sickening certainty—this would be her future, chained to a violent man who lashed out at anyone who angered him.

Moments later, Gilbert snatched up his ringing phone, shouting in disbelief, “Alex took down fifty of our men? Are you kidding me? How the hell is he still alive?”

His icy glare shifted to Mr. Theodore, the Paris chief of police, who stood nearby, visibly tense.

“Chief, Alex just slaughtered my people. Can you take your men and eliminate him?”

“Sir, Alex is a professional fighter. My officers wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“Then call the goddamn military!” Gilbert roared, slamming his fist on the table.

“I don’t care what it takes—I want Alex and Lyra dead tonight. Do you hear me, Theodore? If you fail, someone else will be wearing your badge by sunrise.”

“Yes, sir,” Theodore replied stiffly, then hurried off to rally his men and call in military backup.

While Gilbert raged on in heated talks with his other managers, Sophia quietly slipped out of the room and hurriedly called Lyra.

“Lyra, where are you right now?” Sophia asked urgently.

“I’m heading back to Chicago. What’s going on?”

“Is Alex with you?” Her voice trembled.

“No, he’s not with me. Why?” Lyra replied, now sounding cautious.

“Gilbert sent people to kill him! He’s blocked my number—I can’t reach him!”

“I’ll send you his location. Go now, he might still be there.”

Sophia rushed desperately to the address Lyra provided, her heart pounding wildly.

When she arrived, dread filled her veins—police and heavily armed soldiers surrounded Alex, their weapons trained directly at him as he calmly enjoyed his drink.

Theodore stepped forward, gun drawn, and shouted, “Put your hands up, Alex! One wrong move, and we’ll open fire!”

Alex smirked, shaking his head with mockery. “Is this your best? Even an army isn’t enough to bring me down.”

“You arrogant bastard! Still mouthing off with death staring you down? Kill him!” Theodore ordered fiercely.

Every gun was raised, fingers tightening on triggers, when suddenly a voice shattered the tension.

“Stop!”

Sophia burst through the siege, breathless and frantic, dressed in elegant branded clothes now stained with desperation.

Alex’s eyes narrowed, frustration etched on his face.

Why did fate keep dragging her back into his life?

“Alex, are you alright?” Sophia’s voice trembled as their eyes met, emotions swirling painfully.

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