The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 480

Pauline stood frozen in the hallway, mind spinning. Was Alex insane… or did he really just video-call the terrifying Count Oskar?

The man whose name alone could silence a crying child?

The door suddenly swung open.

“What are you doing here?” Alex asked, staring at her—then at the kitchen knife in her hand. “Were you trying to kill me with that?”

“Yes, so what!” Pauline snapped. The rebel in her rose fast. Her cheeks went red—shock, anger, and humiliation mixing all at once.

“Well?” Alex tilted his head, a mocking sneer on his lips. “Then go on. Try to stab me.”

“Shut up!” Pauline barked. There was no way she’d actually stab him—he was a head taller, broader, unshakably calm. “I’m going to the kitchen.”

Alex raised an eyebrow. “Kitchen’s on the first floor.”

“There’s another kitchen on the second floor, you idiot.” She shoved past him.

“There isn’t,” Alex muttered behind her. “But whatever.” He slammed the door hard enough to rattle the frame.

Pauline stomped down the stairs. Felicia and Albert were waiting at the bottom, eyes wide with desperate hope.

“Did you kill him?”

“Did you stab him?”

“Did he hit you back?”

Questions came at her like arrows.

“No,” Pauline muttered. She tossed the knife onto the floor with a sharp clatter.

Felicia and Albert let out defeated sighs. That was it. Their last hope of escaping Alex’s curse—gone.

No rich son-in-law to drain dry.

Albert clapped his hands once, trying to regain control. “Come on, Pauline. Pack your things. Only the stuff you really want. The credit union people will be here in thirty minutes.”

Pauline sank into the sofa, unmoving. Her thoughts spun again—What if Alex did call Count Oskar?

“Mom,” Pauline said slowly, “just check the documents one last time. Maybe there’s a miracle. Maybe someone paid my loan. Or canceled it.”

Felicia scoffed. “It’s four hundred thousand dollars, Pauline. Stop dreaming. Get ready to start your new life.”

Pauline exhaled hard, wiping away the last fragile trace of hope. No one was coming to save her.

Kindness wasn’t common in Prussia—people here were sharp, hungry, and ready to snatch any opportunity they could. If you lost, it was your fault. You were the stupid one who slipped.

She turned and walked to her room, packing the few things she cared about. She remembered back in school—she’d once had a best friend. A real one.

And overnight the girl was gone, sold off by her own family. Pauline had sworn nothing like that would ever happen to her.

Yet here she was. And it was happening.

She grabbed a small stuffed doll, a few old keepsakes, and anything she might need. Then she headed back to the sofa, sitting stiffly as she waited for Count Oskar’s people to arrive.

Thirty minutes passed.

Then forty.

An hour.

Still no one from the credit union showed up.

“Do you think they’re running late?” Albert asked, confused.

“Impossible,” Felicia said. “They’re always on time. And if not, they at least send a drone to check the house.”

“Then why aren’t they coming?” Pauline asked, a flicker of hope igniting in her chest.

“There’s only one reason this could happen,” Felicia murmured. She touched her bracelet and check online her loan documents, skimmed them—then suddenly screamed.

“Oh my god—the loan is paid!”

“What?” Albert and Pauline shouted together. “By who?”

“I don’t know!” Felicia said, flipping the pages with shaking hands. “It says here… paid by Master. That’s all. Just ‘Master.’ It’s so strange.”

Pauline felt her heart slam against her ribs. “Does it really say Master?”

“Yes. Do you know someone by that name?” Felicia asked.

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