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.

force, sparks flying as cables snapped, sending a jolt through

on, the

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

raced

hurtling toward the ground

rolled

moment, Alex angled his body and

the limo's

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windows exploded into

violently,

a heartbeat,

her face buried against

the force of the landing reverberating up

firm, arms steady around

you," he whispered, his

had

because of their fall weighed heavily on

above, on the rooftop, Chris

had shattered his plans, leaving him

an office backpack, he

knew his accounts were frozen,

any chance of escape, he'd

echoed

was breaching the entrance, their tools battering against

quickly, Chris pressed himself against the

splintered open and guards surged into the room, he slipped out behind

navigated the

group of guards confronted him, one demanded, "Where are you

Chris

alarmed glances

slipped away, exiting through a

stood beside the wrecked vehicle, gesturing

my car! My boss

the street, the roof caved in from

blurred, her

crowd, the flash of cameras-all faded into the background. In that