The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 367

Henny was growing older, her authority fading fast since her daughter Laura—Montclair’s last reigning matriarch and one of Chicago’s powerful lords—was thrown behind bars.

With Laura's downfall, Henny’s once iron grip on Montclair weakened drastically.

Now, one of the elders who had long opposed Laura temporarily filled the void, becoming the acting matriarch until the family officially named Sophia as the new leader.

Just days ago, everyone bowed and listened when Henny spoke.

Now, she found herself forced to kneel, humiliated and scorned.

It was unbearable.

“Florence!” Henny barked, eyes blazing with fury.

“Is this how you raise your child? Your daughter doesn’t even know how to respect her elders—the very people who could lift her to greatness.”

“I warned you clearly: bring Sophia back here immediately to beg my forgiveness!”

“Yes, yes, Madam Henny!” Florence stumbled over herself, rushing frantically toward the door.

By the time she reached the gate, Sophia’s car was already vanishing in the distance.

“Sophia! Sophia!” Florence shouted desperately, chasing after the car until her voice cracked.

Breathless and panicked, she dialed Sophia’s number, but the calls wouldn’t connect.

Returning with dread, she faced Henny.

“Madam Henny, Sophia already left. Maybe she had something urgent. But I promise, the moment I reach her, I’ll have her return and apologize. She always listens to me.”

Madam Henny seethed, enraged by the disrespect Alex and Sophia had shown her.

Her pride had been crushed.

“Tomorrow,” she hissed, standing tall, "Sophia will return to Montclair and apologize personally. If she refuses, she will never become the matriarch.”

With that threat hanging in the air, Henny turned and walked away, Clarissa trailing her closely, leaving Florence and Jack bowing in shame.

Meanwhile, Alex and Sophia drove silently toward the clinic.

“You sure about this?” Alex asked gently. He knew Sophia too well; what she’d done wasn’t typical of her.

“Why not?” Sophia responded firmly, eyes fixed on the road ahead.

“Because you're not the type to strike first. You’re usually…”

“Always hesitating?”

“Something like that,” Alex conceded softly.

“People change, Alex. I’ve got to be strong now. If I don’t, everyone will walk all over me.”

“I’m glad you changed,” Alex said softly, a faint smile breaking the tension.

A tender silence filled the car, unspoken words drifting gently between them all the way to the clinic.

Before stepping out, Alex lingered a moment, feeling the soft tension of things left unsaid.

They both knew there was something they needed to discuss, yet neither was brave enough to break the fragile quiet first.

“Alex,” Sophia started, eyes locked onto his, filled with raw longing. “Can’t we go back to how things were?”

“It’s not the right time,” Alex replied.

“People still see you as Gilbert Guise’s widow. Maybe once you have full control of Paris and things settle down, we can talk about it again.”

“I don’t care about ruling Paris,” Sophia said fiercely. “All I care about is us.”

Alex forced a gentle smile, masking the ache in his heart.

“Don’t worry. True opportunities don’t vanish so easily. Finish what you started first. You’ll be too busy to worry about us anyway. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re right,” Sophia admitted, reluctantly accepting the reality. It would be scandalous if she moved on so quickly after Gilbert’s death.

Alex loved Sophia deeply, but true love meant setting her free to chase her dreams.

He stepped from the car, watching her drive away with bittersweet resolve.

As Sophia headed back toward Paris, Florence’s name lit up her phone.

“Sophia,” Florence’s voice trembled urgently. “I begged Madam Henny not to hold a grudge against you—”

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