The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 435

“Alex,” Katarina snapped. “You’ve already embarrassed me enough. I don’t want to see your face here again. Go kneel by the entrance until I decide you’ve suffered enough to deserve forgiveness!”

Alex lowered his head. His voice came out quiet, respectful. “Yes, my wife.”

Her eyes flared. Another slap, sharper than the first. “Who said I’m your wife? If it weren’t for that Saint-Claire name, even a dog wouldn’t marry you. Now get out!”

Heinrich Schiller stepped forward and caught Katarina’s arm, smirking. “Don’t waste your anger on that mutt, Katarina. You’ll only lower yourself.”

Alex said nothing.

‘Silence after an insult is the loudest cry.’

He turned and walked toward the exit, head bowed, every eye on him.

Whispered voices filled the room as soon as he was gone.

“I heard he’s the last of the Saint-Claires,” one man murmured.

“Last?” another scoffed. “That family’s been dead for decades. Only Logan Saint-Claire escaped, and he disappeared like a rat.”

A woman laughed behind her glass. “And this one’s Logan’s bastard with some woman from Xia. A filthy half-breed.”

“But he’s still the only heir,” someone said. “That means the Saint-Claire fortune is legally his.”

The woman shook her head, smiling coldly. “Not anymore. When he came back, the Rosenheim family — the Saint-Claires’ old servants — already controlled every estate. They own it all now.”

Another voice chimed in. “He’s lucky the Rosenheims even let him marry Katarina Rosenheim.”

“Lucky?” a man snorted. “That’s not luck. They married him so they could keep the Saint-Claire name and swallow everything legally.”

“He’s unbelievably stupid. Instead of fighting for his family’s inheritance in court, he let himself be manipulated into marrying Katarina — just to become her obedient dog. Pathetic. He’s less of a man and more like a trained animal.”

The crowd burst into laughter.

“I heard his IQ barely hits eighty,” one man said. “Spent years studying after coming back from Xia, still can’t understand basic technologies. How can someone that stupid breathe the same air as us?”

“Katarina’s a genius,” another added. “IQ of one-fifty. Honestly, the Saint-Claire fortune’s better off in the Rosenheims’ hands.”

Laughter spread, cruel and unrestrained, bouncing off the marble walls.

Outside, under the cold sweep of the night air, Alex Saint-Claire knelt alone at the entrance. The sting of her slap, the echo of their laughter, the weight of his humiliation — every moment seared itself into his memory like fire.

And behind that calm face, something powerful was awakening again.

“Yes,” another guest said, raising his glass, “ever since Katarina married that idiot, she’s been using the Saint-Claire name to her full advantage. Look at the numbers — in just three years, their assets have multiplied fivefold. She turned a dying legacy into one of the most powerful families in Winchester.”

Laughter rippled around the table.

“No wonder Heinrich Schiller’s chasing her again,” someone added with a smirk. “She’s got every Saint-Claire asset under her control now.”

A group of women burst out laughing, leaning closer, gossip thick in their voices.

“I heard their third anniversary’s coming up soon,” one said. “By law, all the Saint-Claire assets will be permanently managed under Katarina Rosenheim. And once she files for divorce—”

Another woman jumped in, grinning, “—that fool will walk away with nothing! Not a coin, not a title. It’ll all be hers.”

They laughed harder.

“And you know what happens after that?”

“What?”

“She’ll marry Heinrich Schiller.”

She moved through the moonlight like a vision, every step effortless, every glance alive. For a moment, time itself seemed to stop.

Her beauty eclipses the moon; her gaze bends kingdoms.

And in that stillness, Alex swore he could hear his own heart whisper — soft, trembling, alive —

‘Where have you been all this time? I’ve been waiting for you… my other half, my heart’s missing piece.’

She ran past the guards and shouted, “Heinrich! You can’t do this to me! I have the divorce papers — and I don’t agree! I gave you everything for three years!”

The entire banquet froze. Every head turned toward the commotion.

Heinrich Schiller, smug and composed in his tailored suit, stepped forward with a cold smile.

When she reached for him, he slammed his foot into her face, sending her sprawling onto the marble floor.

“I don’t need you anymore,” he said flatly. “You have nothing I want.”

The woman — Sofina Scheinwald — coughed, blood running down her lip. “Heinrich…” she whispered, “after everything I’ve done for you?”

He looked down at her without a hint of emotion. “The place I’m going,” he said, his tone icy and deliberate, “is far beyond your reach. Our connection ends here.”

Heinrich lifted his leg to kick Sofina again—cold, merciless.

Before he could strike, Alex moved. Instinct overrode reason. He lunged forward, shielding Sofina with his body.

He didn’t think, didn’t hesitate. All he knew was that if he stood by and did nothing, he’d regret it for the rest of his life.

‘When the heart reignites, mountains move.’