The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 300

Alex stood silent and still, watching Ophelia weep inconsolably over David's motionless body.

Suddenly, David's eyes fluttered open, startling everyone nearby. Gasps rippled through the stunned crowd, disbelief etched across every face.

"Impossible," a bewildered customer muttered. "I saw him take that bullet right in the chest!"

"David!" Ophelia’s voice trembled with hope and disbelief.

"Are you alright? Is this real?"

David stared down, incredulous, pressing his hand against his chest.

Blood stained his shirt, the fabric torn and wet, but beneath his fingertips, there was just a small wound.

The bullet had pierced his clothes and skins but stopped short, leaving only a superficial injury.

"Am I...bulletproof?" David whispered, astonished.

Across the room, Alex leaned casually against the table, his lips twisted into a subtle, knowing smirk.

At the very instant Luther had fired his weapon, Alex had silently channeled his protective aura, wrapping David’s body in an unseen shield.

Though the impact had been violent, the bullet had lost its deadly force, leaving only superficial damage.

The paramedics arrived swiftly, bewildered to find David conscious, suffering nothing worse than a shallow gash.

Still, they carefully placed him onto a stretcher, administering treatment.

Ophelia clung to his side, relief and lingering terror breaking fresh tears loose from her eyes.

"I thought I'd lost you forever," she whispered, her voice raw and shaking.

David reached up gently, tracing her tear-streaked cheek. The memories flooded back—her beauty, their shared pain, their years apart.

"Ophelia," he said firmly, his voice full of renewed resolve.

"I've been given another chance. This time, I'll make everything right."

They embraced fiercely, holding tight to each other, bound by relief and renewed determination.

Across town, Charles drove Luther swiftly toward the Morgan mansion.

Pulling into the grand entrance, Luther leaped from the vehicle and demanded of the butler, "Where's my mother?"

Before the butler could respond, Brian and several bodyguards charged forward, tackling Luther roughly to the floor.

"What the hell are you idiots doing?!" Luther roared, struggling against their grasp.

"My father already dead! I'm your boss now! Let me up!"

Brian leaned in coldly, pinning Luther with contemptuous eyes.

"Your father just called—he said you tried to murder him."

"My father...he’s still alive?" Luther gasped, shock freezing him in place.

Brian nodded grimly. "Yeah. Very much alive."

Charles, recognizing the looming danger, didn't hesitate.

He vaulted back into the car, slamming the accelerator. Tires screeched as he bolted toward the gate.

"He’s making a run for it!" Brian shouted. "Close the gate!"

But Charles smashed the car straight through the iron barrier, metal shrieking as he escaped into the night.

An hour later, Charles guided the battered vehicle toward a secluded estate, one Luther had revealed as the family’s hidden refuge.

Remembering Luther's instructions, Charles swiftly entered the password to the mansion's safe, uncovering stacks of cash and a neat pile of gold bars. He shoved everything into a backpack, muttering to himself, "This will do."

With his newfound fortune secured, Charles sped away from the mansion, memories of his last conversation with his mother echoing sharply in his mind.

"Charles, your father won’t help," she'd told him days earlier.

"He said you've angered someone powerful. Lay low, and money will find you eventually."

Charles had laughed bitterly. "Lay low? How long can anyone live without money?"

"Patience, Charles," she'd pleaded.

"Your father’s public disownment is just theater. He hasn’t cut you from the inheritance. Stay quiet and it’ll all blow over."

Charles gritted his teeth, clarity cutting through his anger.

The problem wasn’t his mother, nor anyone else—it was his father.

Albert Kingston, weak and foolish, had favored his sister jasmine and even outsider Kelly instead of him.

She knew she’d judged him wrongly, yet her pride refused to bow.

She couldn’t bear to face him and risk seeing the coldness in his eyes, so instead she chose numbness, hiding behind the comfort of alcohol.

A titan in boardrooms, Sophia was reduced to nothing but a frightened woman, too stubborn to make the first move, silently begging for Alex to bridge the painful distance she’d created herself.

“Sophia. Finally found you.” Charles’s voice cut smoothly through the haze of music and chatter as he strode confidently toward them.

Megan leaped to her feet, relief flashing across her face. “Thank goodness, Mr. Kingston! You have to stop her—she’ll harm herself drinking this much!”

Charles flashed Megan a reassuring smile. "Get her some water, Megan. I'll handle this."

Relieved, Megan quickly vanished into the crowd, unknowingly leaving Sophia completely vulnerable.

Charles leaned close, his voice low and deceptively gentle. "Sophia, talk to me. Why are you torturing yourself like this?"

Sophia shot him a glare dripping with disdain, her words slicing sharply through the noise. "Mind your own business, Charles. Get away from me."

His expression darkened instantly, his eyes blazing dangerously. Every humiliation he'd endured, every slight he'd silently swallowed, erupted within him. Fury surged uncontrollably, and before he realized what he'd done, his clenched fist slammed brutally into Sophia’s face.

Sophia’s head snapped back, her consciousness slipping away instantly. She crumpled against the sofa, utterly helpless.

Charles towered over her, breathing heavily, his voice trembling with barely contained rage. "Who the hell do you think you are, speaking to me like I'm trash? I've lost everything, but I will never lose my dignity—not to you!"

He quickly straightened himself, forcing calm into his features just as Megan returned, her eyes widening in shock at Sophia's limp form.

"Mr. Kingston, what's wrong with Ms. Lancaster?" Megan’s voice trembled, worry etched deeply into her expression.

Charles turned smoothly, the darkness in his eyes replaced by practiced warmth. "She’s just had too much to drink. Don’t worry—I'll get her home safe. Her family's worried sick."

"Thank you, Mr. Kingston," Megan whispered, her voice shaking slightly as she helped Charles lift Sophia carefully from the sofa.

“Charles, maybe I should come with you. Sophia doesn’t look good,” Megan hesitated, genuine concern evident on her face.

After placing Sophia gently into his car, Charles turned to Megan, a sudden hunger flickering in his eyes. Before she could say another word, he leaned in swiftly and kissed her deeply, catching her off guard.

Pulling back slightly, he murmured seductively, "Not tonight, darling. But tomorrow night—let’s make it special. How does that sound?"

Megan blushed deeply, nodding shyly. "Alright."

As Charles drove away, a twisted smile curled his lips. Megan watched helplessly, unaware she'd just entrusted Sophia to the devil himself.