The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 82

Alex was aboard the helicopter when he spotted Jasmine dangling precariously from the edge of a thirty-story skyscraper.

"Get us there now!" he shouted to the pilot, his voice sharp over the thrum of the rotor blades.

As the helicopter surged toward the building, Alex moved to the open doorway, preparing to reach her.

But then his heart lurched-Jasmine released her grip and leaped into the void.

His eyes widened, but only for a split second.

Instinct took over.

With a powerful push, he launched himself out of the helicopter, diving headfirst through the night sky after her.

The sudden shift rocked the aircraft, causing it to sway as Alex plummeted downward.

The cold wind whipped against his face, stinging his skin as city lights blurred around him.

Jasmine fell through the air, the world a swirl of stars and skyscrapers.

Regret and confusion stormed within her.

Had she made the right choice?

Should she have fought back against Chris?

Let him do his worst and face the consequences

later?

Fear and desperation tangled in her mind, but one thought burned brighter than the rest-she refused to let Chris break her spirit.

Amidst the chaos, she glimpsed Alex diving toward her, cutting through the darkness like a beacon.

Her lips parted in a whisper, disbelief mingling with a glimmer of hope.

"You are my heart, my soul, my today and all of my tomorrows?"

Before she could fully grasp it, Alex reached her, wrapping his arms tightly around her.

His other hand shot out, latching onto a massive advertisement panel affixed to the building's side.

the force, sparks flying as cables snapped,

but he held on,

his teeth, Alex shifted Jasmine into a protective hold, cradling her against his chest

raced

toward the ground

a limousine rolled into view beneath

angled

limo's roof with a

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crumpled beneath them, windows exploded into shards that scattered across

vehicle shuddered violently, screeching to a

heartbeat, silence

to Alex, her face buried against him, her

Alex's legs, the force of the landing reverberating

firm, arms steady

his voice calm amid the

hope the limousine had

their fall weighed

the rooftop, Chris stood

his plans, leaving

gaze swept over her scattered belongings-laptop, phone, wallet, handbag. Desperation clawed at him. Snatching an office backpack, he stuffed

his accounts were frozen,

he wanted any chance of escape, he'd need

banging echoed

breaching the entrance, their tools battering against the

Chris pressed himself against the wall

surged into the room, he slipped out behind them, moving

uniform, he navigated the corridors

of guards confronted him, one demanded,

the building!" Chris exclaimed urgently.

glances before rushing toward the

Chris slipped away, exiting through a back door. Outside, a scene was

beside the wrecked vehicle, gesturing

my car! My boss is going

the street, the roof caved in from the

vision blurred, her

cameras-all faded into the background. In that moment,