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.

as cables snapped, sending

on, the makeshift anchor

a protective hold, cradling her against

raced for a

toward the ground

a limousine rolled into

Alex angled

limo's roof with a deafening

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beneath them, windows exploded into shards that scattered across

violently, screeching

heartbeat, silence

against him,

radiated through Alex's legs, the force of

held firm, arms

whispered, his voice calm amid

the limousine had been empty; the

because of their fall weighed heavily

the rooftop, Chris

his

belongings-laptop, phone, wallet, handbag. Desperation clawed at him. Snatching an office backpack, he stuffed everything inside, including a

knew his accounts were frozen, his resources

wanted any chance of escape, he'd need leverage-something to bargain

loud banging echoed

was breaching the entrance, their tools battering against

Chris pressed himself against the wall beside

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

in a security uniform, he navigated the corridors with feigned

him, one demanded, "Where

from the building!" Chris exclaimed urgently. "I'm heading down

guards exchanged alarmed glances before rushing

chaos, Chris slipped away, exiting through a back

stood beside the wrecked

car! My boss is going to

glass and twisted metal littered the street, the roof caved in

blurred, her senses

clamor of the crowd, the flash of cameras-all faded into the