The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 414

The next day, the headlines screamed across every state:

Jericho Kane, governor of Vermont, his wife Lidia, his sister Beatrice, and five doctors—every one of them dead from poison.

The news tore through the country like wildfire.

Because the poison in their bodies was so lethal, there could be no funeral. No open caskets.

No mourning ceremonies. The bodies were cremated quickly, the ashes carried away, erased from the earth.

Out on one of the family’s massive yachts, Bella stood at the bow with Alex beside her.

The sea stretched endless and cold.

She held an urn, her father’s ashes swirling in the wind before falling into the dark waves.

Her face was dry, untouched by tears. Her lips moved softly.

“Goodbye, Father.”

Alex studied her in silence.

After a long pause, Bella turned, “You’re wondering why I don’t cry?”

“Maybe,” Alex said.

“I cried enough yesterday,” she answered flatly.

“And I remember what Father told me… If the day came that he died, he wanted me to smile. To smile at him, and tell him he had been a good father.”

Her mouth twisted into a wide, forced grin.

She raised her voice against the wind.

“Thank you for being my father! You were the greatest! Even when I went astray—when I hurt people—you stood by me, cheering me on. You were insane, but you were insane with love for me!”

Her chest heaved as she spoke louder, her words thrown into the sea.

“You left me with wealth beyond imagination, with the governor’s seat that men would kill for.”

“You were the craziest father anyone could ask for, and now I’ll take it from here.”

“Go on your next journey without worry—I’m strong enough to conquer this world. I’ll make a legend of my own, and when I die, I’ll tell you about it.”

“I’ll even bring you the grandchild you always wanted to see.”

Alex caught the glint of moisture in her eyes. She tried to hide it, but the sea wind betrayed her.

Bella Kane, strong and unshaken, was still her father’s daughter—and no smile could mask the storm inside her.

“Father, I promise you this—within two months I’ll take Los Angeles from Alfred Kingston’s hands. And when I do, I’ll build your statue in front of the Governor’s Office,” Bella said cutting through the sea breeze.

Alex gave her a crooked smile. “That’s one hell of a promise.”

“I’ve already started,” Bella replied without hesitation.

Alex drew in a long breath. “Tell me, Bella—do you hate the King for choosing your father as Governor? It caused his death faster.”

Bella’s lips curved into a soft smile. “The night he was sworn in, I saw his face light up like a boy again. He was genuinely happy. It was the best thing that ever happened to him.”

“Losing the governorship a year ago was his deepest regret. Even if he only held the seat for a few days, I saw it—the peak of his joy. For that, I thank the King. He gave my father his last, brightest moment before death.”

Her voice turned fierce. “My father was the kind of man who’d rather ride a rocket and die in a blaze of glory than live a long life on the ground with nothing to show for it.”

‘It is not length of life, but depth of life.’

Alex turned his gaze toward the horizon. “The Kingstons are already attacking you in the media. They’re saying you’ll never be able to govern Vermont. What do you make of that?”

Bella laughed, “I’ve been helping govern Vermont with my father since I was ten. This isn’t new—it’s like picking up my old homework again.”

“I almost forgot—you, Bella, the girl with the 250 IQ.” Alex chuckled. “But they say with your record, you’ll destroy Vermont within a month of taking office.”

“A month?” Bella laughed. “Please. I could manage that in a week if I stopped trying.”

Alex eyes sparkled, “So tell me, Bella—will the wild Bella burn Vermont to the ground?”

Bella smiled softly. She knew her past was pure chaos—reckless, violent, and out of control.

But now… she wasn’t a child anymore. She was grown.

“Who hasn’t gone wild in their younger days?” Bella laughed.

She gazed out over the land. “This state—Vermont—was my father’s heart. He built it for decades, poured everything he had into it. This is his legacy.”

“I’ll make it stronger, better than before. So when my time comes, I can say I cherished what he cherished. And I want Alexis and Isabella to see their grandfather’s legacy with their own eyes.”

Alex’s brow furrowed. Something felt off. “Who are Alexis and Isabella?”

Bella’s hand gripped his arm, firm and sure. Her eyes locked onto his. “Our son and daughter.”

“…Our son and daughter?”

“Yes. Don’t look so shocked.”

“I’m just calculating how long I’ve been a father without knowing it.”

“Long enough to owe them college funds.”

Los Angeles. Alfred Kingston’s private study.

The air was heavy with cigar smoke and the faint crackle of the fireplace.

Alfred sat at the head of the long oak table, Charles Kingston and Kelly beside him.

“Jericho Kane is dead,” Alfred said coldly. “And I don’t believe young Bella Kane can govern Vermont. She’s reckless. Fragile.”

“I’ve already funneled money to the press and the influencers. Soon every corner of social media will turn against her. Public support will crumble.”

He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing on Kelly. “When that moment comes, Kelly, you will strike back and claim the governorship of Vermont. Do you understand?”

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