The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 315

Alex sat on the very edge of the rooftop, legs dangling over the ledge, a half-empty glass of wine resting in his hand.

Alone, high above the sleeping city, he was lost in his thoughts as the night wrapped around him.

The moon hung low, casting silvery shadows that danced across the concrete beside him.

Far below, the homeless huddled around small fires, their laughter and chatter drifting faintly upward.

Even with their hardships, they seemed content, savoring simple moments together.

Yet Alex stood isolated, tormented by indecision.

Life seemed straightforward enough—people ran from pain and chased after happiness.

But when wounds reopened again and again, each scar dug deeper into the heart, turning memories into haunting nightmares.

He sighed deeply.

Could there really be happiness with Sophia Lancaster?

He used to believe so. But every time he reached for her, he came away more battered, more broken.

Just when he found the strength to walk away, she’d whisper a promise of happiness—just enough to chain him again with that maddening, cruel hope.

‘Woman... ahhh.’

"Hey! What are you brooding over up there?" Josephine’s voice pierced the quiet from below.

"Just trying to figure things out," Alex called back, without turning.

"Mind if I join? I could use a taste of that wine."

"Be my guest."

Josephine swiftly scaled the roof, nimble as ever. Snatching the bottle, she took a swig and instantly widened her eyes

"Holy hell! This must cost a fortune! I've never tasted anything like it."

Alex smirked, "You speak like a connoisseur."

Josephine laughed heartily, wiping her mouth.

"Hardly. First sip of wine in my life. Orphans like us never have the luxury. Seriously, what's this worth?"

Alex shrugged nonchalantly, "Maybe ten grand."

"What?!" Josephine gasped, nearly dropping the bottle.

"Ten grand? Think how long that could feed the orphanage!" She eyed the half-empty bottle regretfully.

"Is this still worth anything?"

"It's worthless now, you've contaminated it," Alex teased, watching her shocked expression.

"Dammit, Alex, warn a girl first! Did I ruin something precious?"

"Not to me," Alex said quietly. "Jasmine gave it to me. Money means nothing to her—or to me."

Josephine relaxed, then defiantly took another long sip.

"Fine, let's pretend I didn't know its value."

She nudged him playfully. "You know, Alex, you're a lucky bastard. Jasmine’s the governor of Vancouver; Sophia’s the new CEO. Two of the city's greatest beauties, and they're both smitten with you. That must be bliss, right?"

Alex exhaled bitterly. "Why do you assume that's happiness?"

Josephine scoffed and elbowed him again. "Come on, stop pretending. With women like them, you're set for life. No worries, no struggle. Fancy cars, luxury, endless relaxation."

Alex shook his head gravely. "Ever heard the saying? A hero can't resist beauty, a beauty can't resist wealth, and wealth can't resist power.”

“Men lose themselves chasing women, and women lose themselves chasing riches."

Josephine laughed, her eyes twinkling.

"So you're torn between two dazzling women, huh? Sophia’s sophisticated, elegant; Jasmine’s sweet and charming. Damn, even I'm confused."

"It's not about choosing," Alex snapped, frustration breaking through.

"It's the truth behind it—men will sacrifice everything, lose everything for a woman. But women? They never lose themselves. They're always calculating, always wondering what they’ll gain."

His voice lowered to a somber whisper, drifting on the night breeze. "And that's the tragedy, Josephine. Love makes fools of men, but only traders out of women."

Alex drawled slowly, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his eyes distant and haunted.

"Life sure has one twisted sense of humor. Men give everything they've got to women—every scrap of strength, every dime—and women take it, sure enough, without daring to repay even a fraction of the feeling."

Josephine’s eyes snapped wide, glittering with disbelief and defiance.

"Alex, are you looking for a wife, a girlfriend, or just a damned prostitute? If you're gonna shell out cash expecting feelings served up on a platter, you better stick to hiring a woman by the hour."

"Jo," Alex gestured toward the street below, where four ragged men clustered around a sputtering fire, their laughter and rough singing drifting through the night air.

"Look at those homeless guys. They got nothing—just scraps of food—but look at 'em. They're happy because they're sharing what little they have. That’s what keeps a man alive."

His voice grew rougher, edged with bitter clarity.

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