The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 357

Paulo Guise’s name echoed through the grand hall.

He stepped inside, expecting news of an inheritance—Norman Guise had said it was about the family estate.

But instead of lawyers or documents, an old woman lunged at him from the shadows, her eyes burning with desperation.

"Paulo! How could you do this to me?" she screamed, voice ragged with pain.

Paulo squinted at her, confused and irritated.

"Who the hell are you?" he spat, shoving her roughly aside.

She hit the floor hard, sobbing uncontrollably.

Her voice cracked with anguish, "I once had everything—a thriving career, a loving family!”

“But you came along. You lied, promised me the world, made me your private secretary, treated me like a queen. I left my husband and kids for you, Paulo!"

She scrambled to her feet and rushed him again.

“Sorry, but I’ve never known a woman as repulsive as you,” Paulo sneered with disgust, slamming his palm into her face and knocking her to the ground again.

“You swore I was your moon, your stars—promised we’d marry.”

“But one day before our wedding, you had your thugs kidnap me! They sold me off to traffickers. Do you understand what they did to me? Selling me as sex slave and drugs every day just to numb the pain. You took everything from me you bastard!”

Paulo stared, eyes wide in shock. Recognition hit him like a punch. "Belinda?"

She was once stunning—college model, corporate icon, the pride of the Guise business empire. Out of thousands of workers, Paulo had handpicked her to be his personal secretary, his favorite.

Now, she was gaunt and hollow, aged beyond recognition by years of drugs and abuse. Slowly, she rose from the floor, eyes burning with fury and tears.

"You still remember my name?" she choked out.

“Then answer me one thing. Just tell me why. Why did you do this to me? What did I ever do wrong to you?”

Paulo chuckled bitterly, stepping forward. “You really want to know why?”

“Yes!” Belinda screamed, voice trembling.

“Did you hate me that much? Was it revenge? Tell me why you were so cruel!”

Paulo smirked, raising his hand to strike again. "Because I grew bored of you."

Belinda collapsed to her knees, blood trickling from her lip, shaking violently.

"That's it? You ruined my life just because you got bored?”

“What else did you expect?” Paulo sneered, his voice dripping with scorn. “You were like an old toy—good at first, but disposable. You replace it with something newer, younger. It’s simple. Didn’t they teach you anything at that fancy university of yours?”

“Yes. I understand now.” Belinda nodded slowly, eyes darkening with sudden clarity.

She pulled a handgun from beneath her coat, trembling as she aimed at Paulo and fired.

The shot missed, striking his thigh. Paulo crashed to the floor, roaring in agony. "Belinda! What the hell are you doing? Stop!"

Belinda laughed bitterly, stepping closer, gun wavering.

“Isn’t it obvious, Paulo? I’m going to kill you.”

“Guard! Please—help me!” Paulo roared, panic ripping through his voice.

But the guard pretended not to hear.

Belinda raised her handgun again, hands trembling.

“Stop it, Belinda! I’m Paulo Guise, damn it! Kill me, and your family will suffer worse than you ever did! I’ll sell your mother and sisters too, you worthless bitch!”

Belinda fired again, her aim shaky, the bullet slamming into Paulo’s stomach.

He howled, clutching at the wound. "Stop, please!"

Belinda wiped away tears, voice cold and fierce. “When those men locked me up, forced themselves on me night after night, I screamed for them to stop. But they never did.”

She fired again, this time hitting Paulo’s ribs. His breathing turned ragged, eyes wide with terror.

"Belinda, please," Paulo begged, gasping.

"Call an ambulance. You’re a kind woman, gentle, forgiving. Please."

Belinda knelt beside him, pressing the barrel against his forehead.

Her voice was a chilling whisper. "I believed your lies. Gave up everything—my husband who truly loved me, my child who needed me—for a monster like you. I finally see how stupid I was."

Paulo’s face paled, eyes pleading desperately. “Belinda, don’t—please—”

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