The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 507

Ragnar’s eyes snapped to Belinda. His voice dropped low, sharp as a blade.

“Tell me the truth. Did you set this up with that dirty bastard just to scam me?”

Belinda’s face drained of color. “No—no. I didn’t know. I swear.”

“Oh, come on,” Alex said lazily. “You promised me ten percent of whatever price I managed to squeeze out of Ragnar. Now he’s on the hook for a hundred thousand. That means you owe me ten thousand, as agreed.”

“Shut up,” Belinda snapped. “I don’t even know you.”

She knew Alex was deliberately trying to drive a wedge between her and Ragnar.

She was only a baron’s daughter. If Ragnar struck her, she had no power to fight back. All she could do was swallow the fear—and the pain.

Ragnar stepped closer, his shadow swallowing her. His gaze bored into her face.

“Then tell me,” he said coldly, “who do you think should pay for that ring?”

Belinda swallowed hard. “R-Ragnar… according to the rules, the bidder has to pay.”

His hand flashed.

Slap.

Pain tore across her cheek. Her ears rang.

“Say it again,” Ragnar said, his voice flat, daring her to repeat it.

“I—I mean,” she stammered, her voice trembling, “the winner of the ring is the last person who placed the bid.”

Slap.

Harder.

Ragnar leaned in. “Are you saying I have to pay for the ring?”

“No—no,” Belinda blurted out in panic. She knew the truth. She also knew that if she held on to her principles, Ragnar would destroy her without hesitation.

Ragnar’s voice dropped to a whisper, more terrifying than a shout.

“Belinda, if you don’t make this clear,” he said slowly, “I promise you—your entire family will be crushed by my hand.”

Belinda panicked. Her belief shattered under fear.

“I mean—the last bid I heard was Alex. He said ninety thousand. He should pay.”

“No!” Alex shouted instantly. “Not me. I’m not paying ninety thousand for a ring worth one thousand. Ask Ragnar—he was the last bidder. Everyone heard it.”

“Alex,” Ragnar said, smiling thinly. “That ring was meant for Sofina. Feelings matter. Even if you buy another one, the first meaning is already gone. So pay the ninety thousand.”

Alex laughed, sharp and cruel.

“Everyone knows you wanted the ring. You were willing to throw one hundred thousand at a one-thousand-dollar fake.”

His eyes cut into Ragnar, sharp and merciless. “I’ve taken plenty of money from you—millions. Don’t mistake this for me not having the money to pay.” His voice hardened.

“But paying ninety thousand for trash worth a thousand? That’s something only a loser does. And I’m not the loser here. I’m not the idiot.”

He leaned forward slightly.

“You idiot. You made the final bid—one hundred thousand dollars. You’d better pay it.” His eyes narrowed. “And don’t forget, I still get my ten percent cut from it.”

Ragnar’s face drained of color.

He had the money—but paying it would brand him forever.

A fool with too much pride.

A duke’s son humiliated in front of everyone.

“Alex, you made the last bid,” Belinda shouted. “So take your ring and pay ninety thousand dollars.”

Her bracelet lit up instantly. An invoice formed in midair and shot straight to Alex.

“No!”

Alex’s voice cut through the room. “You can’t do that to me.”

“Yes, I can,” Belinda snapped. “So you’d better pay.”

The air in the hall tightened. Every breath felt heavy.

Then a calm voice broke through the tension.

“Fine. I’ll pay for the ring.”

All eyes turned at once.

Sofina.

“Sofina,” Alex said quickly, alarmed. “Please don’t. Don’t pay ninety thousand for a ring worth one thousand. That is stupid.”

Sofina shook her head gently. “It’s okay, Alex. Even if the ring itself is cheap— even if people call me an idiot—the feeling behind you giving me that ring matters more than money.”

She tapped her bracelet and looked straight at Belinda.

“I’ve transferred ninety thousand dollars to your account. The transaction is complete.”

Belinda checked her balance. A slow, satisfied smile spread across her face. She wrapped the ring back into its box and handed it to Sofina.

“Thank you very much. Here’s your ring.”

Ragnar burst out laughing. “You put your ring on the table, let it get auctioned for ninety thousand, and then paid for it yourself?”

He shook his head. “Damn. That’s stupid.”

People around the room laughed along with him. Classmates or not, it didn’t stop them from thinking the same thing.

Sofina was foolish.

Alex ignored them.

He took the ring from the box, held Sofina’s hand, and slowly slid it onto her finger.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I made you pay ninety thousand for this ring.”

“It’s okay,” Sofina replied softly. “This was my mistake too.”

Alex let out a slow breath. “That ring was once worn by the last Princess of Xia, before she fled to Prussia. Its true value is fifty million dollars. That was the real price to acquire it.”

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