The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 502

Ragnar roared, his voice shaking with fury.

“Damn it, Alex! You screwed me over with that VÖXEN Seraphine—using camouflage to make it look like a first-generation model! That’s cheating. This round is void!”

Alex Saint-Claire didn’t flinch. He only smirked. “Really? You want to crawl back on your own words now?”

He tapped his bracelet, linking it to the stadium’s massive screen. The contract appeared in sharp detail for everyone to read.

“This man—Ragnar Eisenwall, heir of Duke Eisenwall—says he doesn’t want to pay his bet,” Alex announced, projecting his voice across the arena. “People of Winchester, what do you think?”

The reaction was instant. Jeers erupted from every corner of the stadium, rolling like thunder.

Some people in the crowd—desperate to protect their bets on Ragnar—shouted for the race to be voided so they could get their money back. But their voices were instantly swallowed by the roaring stadium.

Most of the audience agreed: the document was valid. Ragnar had asked for the race.

Ragnar had lost. Ragnar had to pay.

“One needs courage to win and courage to lose!” someone shouted.

“You dare to play but don’t dare to lose? What are you—a child who only accepts victory and screams ‘void’ when you fail?”

“I didn’t know Duke Eisenwall raised such an ungentlemanly son!”

“Shameless!”

Each insult slammed into Ragnar like a stone. He knew the Eisenwall family reputation was taking a hit—tens of thousands of eyes were watching him crumble.

But accepting loss meant losing his car, arm and his heart. That was a price he would never pay. Not for anyone.

“No—I’m not backing down!” Ragnar snapped, voice cracking slightly.

“This is about principle! I refuse to be cheated. If you didn’t cheat, I’d pay you—hell, I’d give you my head, not just my arms. Ask anyone who knows me!”

He puffed up his chest, trying to look righteous, trying to look like the victim.

“You cheated!” he barked. “I’m not going to be the idiot who lets himself get played!”

The stadium exploded into louder jeers, a tidal wave of contempt.

Everyone could see it clearly now—

Ragnar Eisenwall, the mighty duke’s son, was nothing more than a sore loser who didn’t have the spine to honor the bet he demanded.

Renata shot Ragnar a look full of contempt. “Ragnar, you’re breaking your promise. You disgusting, spineless idiot.”

Countess Marlena stepped forward.

“Ragnar Eisenwell,” she said, each syllable sharp and unforgiving, “you are a damn coward. Everyone here heard you—you begged for this race, you demanded the bet be made official, and you signed the document with your own hand. Eden Group is the official registrar for this match. Do you think we’ll stay silent while you disgrace the entire system?”

She moved closer, her gaze burning straight through him.

“I will plaster your face across every newspaper and every holo–screen in the country. ‘The Duke of Eisenwall’s Son—The Biggest Coward of the Year.’ Imagine that headline. Imagine the impact on your family’s oh-so-precious reputation.”

She didn’t blink.

“Or should I file a formal report with the jurisdiction? Do you think the government will let you run after you signed your name in ink?”

Ragnar’s face turned pale. The CEO of Eden Group looked ready to turn a spark into a wildfire—and burn him with it.

“Well, I suggest you go ahead and do it,” Renata said, smiling with pure satisfaction at Ragnar’s misfortune. “Let the whole Prussian Empire finally see the truth behind all those grand Eisenwall advertisements—strength, honor, responsibility. What a joke. Turns out the great Duke’s son is just a coward who can’t stand by a single damn word he says.”

A few classmates who’d always despised Ragnar stepped forward, their voices dripping with venom, eager to sink their teeth deeper into his humiliation.

“Well, now we finally see his true face!”

“He’s nothing but a double-standard dog. If Alex had lost, Ragnar would’ve skinned him alive. But now that he’s the loser, he’s whining like a child.”

“Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.”

“He talked big, bet big, and lost big.”

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