The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 492

Ragnar’s face went from red to green to a furious, sickly mix of both.

He shook violently, trying to contain himself, but the humiliation—the betrayal—and the open mocking crashed into him like a sledgehammer to the skull.

For the first time in his life, he understood what it felt like to be used, to be cheated on, to be made a fool of by the woman he had worshipped as “pure.”

He lunged at Sybilla and slapped her hard, again and again, each blow echoing across the Celestial Garden.

“You bitch!” he roared, his voice cracking with fury. “You lied to me! You filthy bastard—how dare you drag me into the dirt with someone like you! You forced me to touch trash! I’ll kill you, slut—I swear I’ll kill you!”

Sybilla screamed, her voice breaking as she staggered backward, her hair whipping wildly with every strike.

Ragnar kept hitting her, each word laced with venom.

“How dare you do this to me, you filthy bitch!”

Sybilla had sacrificed everything—, even dragging her parents deep into debt—just to stay close to Ragnar. Her whole family bent over backwards to help her trap Ragnar, pouring money and years into the chase.

And finally, after endless effort and millions lost, she succeeded.

She had the engagement ring.

She was only months away from marrying into the Eisenwall family.

Her dream—becoming a wealthy, untouchable noblewoman—was already within her grasp.

It was right there.

Right in her hand.

And now it was gone.

Shattered.

Destroyed.

All because of the Celestial Garden’s unforgiving spotlight.

Ragnar delivered another brutal slap that knocked her sideways.

“You better pray all of this is a lie. Because if I find out it’s the truth—your entire family will burn. I will destroy every last one of you.”

He stormed out of the Celestial Garden, face blazing red and bruised with rage. The guests stepped aside, staring down at him with open disgust—at the man who slept with a woman this dirty, this humiliated.

Sex was free for everyone—but for the elite, it was supposed to be a game of status, taste, and high-class indulgence. Something done with dignity, with partners who matched their social standing.

But being tied to a woman with no class, a woman everyone now whispered about as filthy?

That wasn’t just embarrassing.

That was social suicide.

People would start asking the same brutal question:

“How the hell could you even sleep with someone like that? Damn, you’re disgusting.”

And once that reputation stuck, there was no coming back from it.

His elite friends would abandon him. His reputation would rot.

Sybilla’s legs buckled. She collapsed onto the marble floor, staring blankly, eyes hollow.

She couldn’t comprehend how the Celestial Garden exposed every one of her secrets—every hidden act, every lie, every shame—right in front of Ragnar.

Renata burst into laughter, unable to contain herself.

“This is priceless! I’ve never had this much fun in my life!”

Sofina, who had carried years of resentment toward Ragnar, joined her—laughing just as hard, the sight of Sybilla’s ruined face tasting sweeter than revenge.

Meanwhile, an android glided over to Alex with a blower attachment, gently drying and cleaning his hairs and clothes. In moments, Alex’s suit was spotless again, not a trace of wine left on him.

Renata leaned in close, her eyes glittering with vicious delight.

“Sofina, guess what? I recorded everything—every second of Ragnar’s meltdown—and I already uploaded it to our class reunion group. Go check the online room.”

Sofina had blocked that chat room for years. But the moment she unblocked it through her bracelet-phone, her screen exploded with notifications.

Messages poured in like a storm—ping after ping, one on top of another.

“Did anyone SEE the clip of Ragnar tonight? DAMN. Duke’s son got annihilated!”

“Holy shit, so it’s TRUE? Ragnar actually slept with Sybilla? And that woman slept with like—what—hundreds of people?? What the hell?!”

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