The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 296

David slumped onto the sofa, the weight of betrayal etched deeply into his aging face.

The lines of despair were clear, reflecting a soul shattered beyond repair.

Seventeen years he had cherished Luther, believing him to be flesh of his flesh.

And now, the truth sliced through him like a cold blade—Luther wasn't his son.

Lyra cautiously stepped closer, concern softening her voice. "David, do you want some time alone? We can come back later."

“No,” David snapped, his voice dangerously calm, eyes flashing with a sinister fury.

“I have to thank Alex personally for unveiling this nightmare.”

He rose abruptly, bitterness seeping into every syllable.

“Life’s a twisted joke. I’ve spent my whole existence doing good deeds, only to be repaid with HIV, a cheating wife, and now—the bitter irony—my beloved son isn’t even mine.”

He drew a ragged breath, anguish heavy in his chest. All the wealth and power he’d accumulated, yet now he stood heirless, a broken king without a legacy.

David reached for a stack of letters lying ominously on the table, meticulously opening each one, his keen intellect quickly piecing together the puzzle of treachery.

"Correct me if I'm wrong," he growled, his gaze piercingly intense.

"Luther isn't mine. He’s Rose's child. And if I trust these documents,"—he slapped down the damning papers—"his true father is none other than my personal physician, Louise York. That treacherous snake."

Rage pulsed through David’s veins, hot and poisonous. "York infected Rose with HIV intentionally, hid the truth in falsified reports, hoping we'd all perish so his son could snatch my entire fortune."

Alex nodded gravely, his voice low and deliberate.

“And your other children from your previous wife—they died shortly after Luther’s birth, didn’t they?”

David’s eyes widened with chilling realization, his body trembling uncontrollably.

“Are you saying that bastard killed my sons to clear Luther’s path to my empire?”

“It’s a plausible scenario,” Alex replied cautiously.

“How?” David demanded sharply, desperation and fury clawing at his voice.

Alex leaned forward, his voice barely above a whisper.

"A slow-acting poison. An undetectable pathogen slipped quietly into medicines—something everyone trusted from a doctor’s hands."

David's face twisted into a mask of deadly vengeance.

Without a word, he retreated to a corner, out of Lyra’s hearing, and dialed his phone.

“Carlos,” he spoke in a clipped, chilling tone, “you once told me you handle dirty jobs discreetly. I have one now—Dr. Louise York. Make him suffer. I want him rotting in private prison for two decades, alive but broken. Price is irrelevant."

Only after issuing his command to the shadows did David feel the crushing weight lift slightly from his chest.

Darkness, after all, was the only force capable of handling true evil.

Returning to the sofa, David's eyes fell on a final document—the paternity test for Brian.

A strange calm settled over him.

“I don’t need to open this,” he murmured, resignation softening his tone. “Whether he’s Rose’s son or not, Brian saved my life. That’s enough. I like that guy.”

“Probably wise,” Alex agreed gently, then hesitated.

“Have you ever, perhaps unknowingly, fathered any children outside your marriages?”

David shook his head slowly, regret shading his eyes. “Never. I was meticulous about that.”

A painful irony washed over him, realizing now, in the twilight of his life, he might never father a legitimate heir.

The bitterness was profound, his legacy crumbling like sand through his fingers.

Alex leaned forward slightly, voice quiet yet piercing. "And what about your first and second wives? You don't have to talk if it's too painful."

David grabbed a glass of water, his hand trembling slightly.

He took a sip, swallowed hard, and sighed deeply, as though breathing out memories too heavy to bear.

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