The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 325

Alex stood there, frozen for a heartbeat.

The woman in his arms—Jasmine Kingston, stunningly beautiful and dangerously close—had just asked him to rent a hotel room.

His pulse roared, warmth surged through his veins, desire clawing fiercely at his chest.

Jasmine wasn't just any woman; she was a legend in Vancouver, one of the top three beauties in the city.

Every fiber in Alex's body screamed with longing.

Freshly divorced, finally free, nothing stood in his way—no commitments, no chains.

He studied her carefully, mesmerized by her misty eyes and parted lips.

"Stop looking at me like that," Jasmine whispered, her voice heavy with anticipation.

"You're driving me crazy. Just say yes, Alex. Or no—don’t say anything, just take me. Anywhere you want."

She slowly licked her lips, making his heart slam violently against his chest.

"No!"

The shout cracked through the air like a whip, forcing Alex and Jasmine to pull apart instantly.

They turned to see Alfred Kingsley marching toward them, flanked by a team of soldiers and medics.

"Father?" Jasmine's voice trembled, her eyes wide with shock.

Alfred stopped a few paces away, his stern gaze flicking between them. Then, softer, almost awkwardly, he said, "I'm sorry, Alex... you'll have to carry her."

He hesitated. Inside, he was sweating bullets.

Alex wasn’t just anyone—he was one of the highest-ranking figures in Kingswell.

And now Alfred’s daughter had clung to him, asked him to carry her.

It was crossing a line. Alfred knew it, and it made his skin crawl with discomfort.

Surely Alex felt it too.

Trying to smooth things over, Alfred cleared his throat. "My daughter will be okay with the medics. Thank you for helping her this far."

He motioned quickly, and two medics rushed in with a stretcher.

"Jasmine," he added firmly, "stop troubling Mr. Alex. You’ll rest better at the hospital."

Alex and Jasmine stared blankly at Alfred, their shared moment shattered.

Alfred frowned suspiciously, scanning between the two of them. "Did I interrupt something?"

"No," Alex answered swiftly, gently easing Jasmine onto the stretcher.

As she settled, she shot her father an icy smile.

"Father, I've never hated you more than right now."

Alfred flinched, clearly startled, and turned back to Alex. "Seriously, what did I miss here?"

"Absolutely nothing," Alex said curtly, stepping aside. "Except that you’re remarkably good at ruining things."

Alfred grimaced, then turned sharply toward Number Four, who stood nervously nearby.

"Four, you called me for backup. I've never moved faster in my life, and now they both hate me. Mind explaining?"

"I...I'm sorry, sir," Four stammered anxiously. "I genuinely don’t know."

Alfred glared at her, eyes narrowing in cold judgment. "You’ve been here the whole time and know nothing? You're utterly worthless."

For someone built on perfection, being called useless once was brutal—four times, it broke her.

Four fainted where she stood.

Meanwhile, across the city, Hugh Jones was rushed into Chicago’s finest hospital, carried by his panicked men.

His father, Tom Jones, raced frantically to meet him.

Jane Johnson, daughter of Chicago’s second-most influential lord and Hugh’s fiancée, hurried anxiously alongside, completely unaware that Hugh planned to discard her for Jasmine.

"Father!" Hugh howled, agony etched across his pale face. "I'm crippled! My leg—it's gone!"

Tom grasped Hugh's trembling hand firmly, determination blazing in his eyes.

"Stay calm, son. I'll find the best doctors money can buy. Whatever the cost, I promise you'll walk again!"

Jane rushed to Hugh's bedside, her voice shaking with desperation.

"Listen to your father, Hugh. We have resources—rare medicines, powerful connections. You'll recover, I swear!"

"Recovery isn't enough!" Hugh snarled bitterly, rage twisting his features.

"I want revenge! I want that bastard who took my leg and cost me billions to pay!"

Hugh glanced around, then lowered his voice to a cold, sharp whisper.

"Father, have you secured the men involved in this incident? The ones who know our secret? Some of them are my closest friends, the only ones I truly trust. But can you guarantee none of them will talk? Can you swear Jane won’t find out?"

Tom gave a firm nod. "Absolutely. They’re all contained."

Hugh leaned in, his eyes cold and unwavering. "You know how this works, Father—money makes anyone talk. Even the loyal ones. Even those I call brothers. We can’t take that risk. Jane has the cash to buy them all."

A sinister smile curled on Tom’s lips. "No worries. Dead men don’t take bribes.”

“Everyone involved is already buried—including that childhood friend of yours, the one who brought you here. I remember you used to call him brother."

Hugh’s chuckle was equally chilling. "Perfect."

Across the city, Jane burst into her father’s lavish office, her eyes blazing with fury.

"Dad! Someone tried to murder my fiancé. You have to do something!"

Hans Johnson exhaled slowly, a weary father burdened by endless drama. "Are you sure Hugh didn't provoke the Kingstons first?"

"Hugh told me everything. I trust him," Jane insisted fiercely.

Hans stared at his only child, his heart softening. "Alright, sweetheart, what do you need from me?"

"I want Alex dead," she spat venomously. "He works for Jasmine Kingston, and he hurt Hugh. He needs to suffer."

Hans paused, contemplating the dangerous request. "Fine. I'll put out a bounty. Ten million dollars should handle it."

"Dad," Jane snapped, eyes flashing angrily. "That's nothing!"

He sighed deeply. "Alright, fifty million then."

"Father," she pleaded, her eyes filling with tears. "Hugh lost his legs because of me. It's my fault. Double it, please?"

Hans hesitated, the absurdity sinking in. "Jane, a hundred million is insane. The whole damn country will hunt this guy. It’s nuclear warfare against one bug."

"Daddy," Jane whimpered, her tears real, her manipulation flawless.

Hans broke, resigned to defeat. "Fine. A hundred million."

Within an hour, the word exploded across the underworld.

Hitmen, bounty hunters, and every thug from coast to coast tasted blood, the promise of a hundred million dollars electrifying their veins.

Alex’s days were numbered, and the city braced for chaos.