The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 449

“Shoot him!” Felicia barked at the security android.

The machine’s arm unfolded, coils humming to life. Blue sparks flared—then the taser fired. But instead of Alex, the bolt hit Albert square in the chest.

Albert convulsed, body jerking as the shock tore through him.

He collapsed, twitching on the marble floor. Without hesitation, the android grabbed him by the collar, dragged him out into the garden, and began to whip him.

Each crack of the whip split the morning like a pistol shot. Albert’s scream tore through the air—raw, ragged, animal with pain.

Felicia went pale, then lunged out toward the garden, fury and fear in her steps.

“Stop it!” she screamed, voice wobbling with panic. “I said stop—wrong man! That’s not him. Whip Alex, the loser—whip him, not Albert!”

The android didn’t stop. It lashed him again and again—ten times in total—before straightening, its voice flat and calm. “Mistress, the punishment is complete. Ten lashes as ordered.”

Felicia’s breath hitched. “You stupid machine!” she screamed. “I told you to whip Alex, not the wrong man! Go finish your job!”

“Yes, Mistress,” the android replied.

But instead of turning on Alex, the machine spun toward Felicia. Its coils recharged with a rising electric hum. Before she could move, it tasered her.

Her body seized, and she fell. The whip came down again and again until her cries faded into hoarse gasps.

Inside, Sofina came down the stairs, her hair still damp from washing. She found Alex setting plates at the table, the scent of coffee and toast filling the kitchen.

“What’s that noise outside?” she asked, frowning.

Alex didn’t look up. “Probably Albert and Felicia doing some morning exercise.”

Sofina smirked. “Perfect. Then we can eat in peace.”

In the garden, Felicia and Albert lay unconscious, their clothes torn and bodies trembling.

The android stood still beside them, eyes dim and silent.

It wasn’t malfunctioning—it had been hacked. Eve had reprogrammed it. Its new priority was clear: protect Sofina and Alex at all costs.

—

A few hours later, Alex walked toward the towering glass building of the Eden Group.

The street was nearly empty; only delivery drones hummed by overhead. In this district, people didn’t walk—unless they were poor or didn’t belong.

A sudden roar shattered the silence. A sleek luxury hovercar came tearing down the avenue, engines howling, aiming straight for him. Alex moved fast—instinct, sharp and sure—sidestepping just in time. The car screeched to a halt inches from his legs, air thrusters screaming in protest.

Alex froze as the sleek doors lifted open.

A young couple stepped out. The man wore a tailored charcoal suit, his hair slicked back with precision. The woman beside him looked like she’d stepped out of a magazine—elegant, sharp, untouchable.

Alex’s eyes narrowed. He recognized her instantly. Annabella Wolfsbane—Sofina’s cousin. And the man at her side, with that smug smile and gold cufflinks, was her fiancé—Nikolaus Krüger.

Nikolaus looked Alex up and down, a smirk twisting his lips. “I just wanted to crush a bug,” he said. “Guess I missed.”

Annabella crossed her arms, eyes sharp with contempt. “Hey, you half-slave—what are you doing here? Waiting to sabotage us? Let me guess—Sofina sent you, didn’t she? She’s always scheming.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Alex replied evenly.

Annabella let out a cold laugh. “Oh, please. Don’t play dumb with me. Sofina’s crawling back to the Wolfsbane business, and Grandma made it clear—whoever secures a deal with the Eden Group will lead the family into the next generation. And look at that—you just happen to show up here? Don’t insult my intelligence. Sofina must’ve sent you to ruin our meeting.”

Alex smiled faintly. “Miss Annabella, you and Mr. Nikolaus are high above the clouds. I’m just a lowly half-slave, remember? How could I ever interfere with people as mighty as you? Unless…”

His tone sharpened. “You’re afraid someone as low as me could actually knock you off your ladder.”

Annabella’s face darkened. “You filthy slave,” she hissed. “Watch your mouth.”

She turned to Nikolaus, voice smooth as silk. “The Krüger barons hold dozens of contracts with Eden Group. They’re indispensable to the company. And you—” she jabbed a finger at Alex, “—you’re nothing but dust beneath our soles. We can crush you whenever we want.”

Alex’s smile didn’t fade. He didn’t know much about the Krüger family, but he knew Eden Group had thousands of partners across Prussia. One more, one less—it didn’t matter.

“Well then,” Alex said, voice steady. “Good luck. But know this: that ‘dust’ won’t be your stepping stone — and it sure as hell won’t be your stumbling block. If you fall, it’ll be because your own weak confidence pushed you over, not anything I do.”

Alex’s grin sharpened into a challenge. “And if they don’t make a deal with you, and I get the job instead,” he said, voice low and steady, “you hand over that flying car.”

“Deal,” Nikolaus snapped, pride too loud to back down.

“I’ve got it recorded,” Alex said, raising his wrist device just enough for them to see. “So don’t forget your promise.”

Annabella laughed, the sound sharp and cruel. “Forget the promise? Oh no, darling—it’s you who won’t run from our little bet. I want to see you without your arms and kidney.”

Alex’s eyes hardened. “Don’t worry,” he said coldly. “I don’t run from bitches like you.”

He turned without another glance and walked toward the towering glass doors of the Eden Group building.

Annabella’s fury boiled over. “You—half-slave scum! Stop right there!” she screamed.

She hurried after him, heels clicking like gunshots down the marble hall. She wanted to teach him a lesson—two hard slaps to the face, to show what happened to those who dared insult a Wolfsbane.

How dare he called her a bitch!

But they were inside Eden Group now, and the thought of a scandal with potential partners watching cooled her rage. Pride warring with prudence, she swallowed her hand.

She ground her teeth and hissed instead, “Consider yourself lucky today. Next time I won’t be so civil. I’ll make you regret looking down on a baroness.”

Alex stepped into the elevator. Before the doors slid shut he called back, “Annabella, Nikolaus Krüger—enjoy your throne while it lasts. Arrogance has a price. You’ll learn that soon enough.”

Annabella’s color flared. “You little—”

“Annabella, let’s just forget the loser,” Nikolaus said coolly, pulling her back by the elbow. “He’s beneath us—nothing but dust. Not worth the trouble. Better to make an example of him: take his arms and leave him with a regret that lasts.”

She nodded, furious but calculating. “You are right. I’ll make him pay later. He will fall into my hands.”

Alex used his special clearance and rode the elevator to Eden Group’s top floor.

The moment the doors opened, a line of staff straightened and bowed, voices smooth and rehearsed.

“Welcome, Young Master,” they said in unison.