The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 355

“Sophia!” Alex burst into the room, his voice sharp with panic.

“What the hell happened to you?”

“Don’t come any closer!” she screamed, terror in her voice.

“If Gilbert finds out you’re here—he’ll kill you!”

Alex didn’t stop. He crossed the room in seconds, eyes burning, fury barely held in check.

He swept her into his arms, holding her like something precious and broken, and carried her to the bed.

“Put me down! Get out, Alex!” she sobbed, fighting against him with what little strength she had left.

Her body shook with pain—real, raw pain—and her cries hit him like knives.

Each tear was a trigger, every tremble fueled the fire inside him.

“You’re hurt, Sophia. Let me help you.”

“Don’t be kind to me,” she whispered through tears. “Just go. Please. You cannot be here.”

But he wasn’t going anywhere.

Alex’s eyes scanned her bruised arms, the swollen mess of her face, the blood trickling from a wound on her head.

Rage and helplessness warred in his chest.

Without a word, he pulled out his golden acupuncture needles and began placing them carefully along her neck and head, each touch filled with a precision that belied his boiling anger.

Almost instantly, Sophia’s eyelids grew heavy, and she slipped into a deep, restorative sleep.

He moved quickly, expertly placing needles around each bruised area, helping to relieve pain and speed recovery.

He rushed to the bathroom, grabbing a comprehensive first-aid kit from the cabinet.

Returning swiftly, he began carefully stitching her wound, placing seven precise stitches.

Once finished, he covered her gently with a soft blanket, watching her peaceful face for a brief, intense moment.

“You’re safe now. And I swear—whoever did this will regret breathing.”

Then Alex turned away, his eyes blazing with suppressed fury as he grabbed his phone, making rapid, urgent calls.

As he paced, he stared out the expansive penthouse window, his rage burning hotter with every passing second.

It was rare for Alex to lose control, but this was Sophia—every wound inflicted on her cut him a hundred times deeper.

If he had been attacked, he wouldn't feel half this fury.

But Sophia was different.

She was his heart—vulnerable, breakable, and more precious than anything he'd ever known.

Then his phone buzzed.

One message.

His jaw tightened.

Alex stood, gave Sophia one last look, and quietly shut the bedroom door behind him.

The softness was gone from his face. What replaced it was cold, focused fury—a storm barely contained beneath ice.

In the living room, one of his Kingswell agents shoved a pale, trembling man forward.

“Sir, this is the hotel manager. He’s the one who unlocked the door for the attacker.”

The manager immediately tried to intimidate Alex.

"Listen carefully—I warned you. The man behind this is powerful. You’d better leave while you still can. If I report you, you're finished."

Alex stared him down, icy and dangerous. "I'll leave once you tell me who touched Sophia. My girlfriend."

The manager laughed mockingly.

"Sophia? Your girlfriend? She's your death sentence. Drop her and run if you value your miserable life. If you knew who you're dealing with, you'd already have pissed yourself."

"Me?" Alex chuckled darkly. "Piss myself?"

"Funny, isn't it? You should be begging me for forgiveness, dragging me here like this," the manager spat defiantly.

"Once I report this, you're both dead."

Alex sighed with chilling calm. "Seems your friend has made you very arrogant."

He glanced at the table and gave a slight nod.

Instantly, the Kingswell agent seized the manager's wrist, forcing his hand onto the table.

"What—what the hell are you doing?" the manager shouted, panic rising. "You don’t know who you’re messing with!"

Alex took a heavy crystal ashtray from the table and brought it crashing down onto the manager’s hand, shattering the bones.

The manager screamed in agony, collapsing to his knees.

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