The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 118

"Fine. So, this is how it ends."

Sophia's voice wavered, fragile yet determined, but his distant, unrecognizable gaze felt like the final, unspoken goodbye.

A bittersweet ache unfurled in her chest.

He had come into her life like an uninvited storm-disrupting everything-and now,

he was leaving just as unexpectedly, at the worst possible time.

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Perhaps the only choice left was to let him go, to let his memory dissolve like a fading dream at dawn.

"Sure,” Alex said, managing to keep his expression blank, though something deep inside him gave a sharp, uneasy twinge.

He told himself there was no point in chasing after a woman who continually pushed him aside.

Sophia had never truly trusted him anyway-maybe separation would be best for them both.

“Ms. Lancaster.......” Jasmine's silken voice cut through the tension as she stepped forward with a sweet-but-not-so-innocent smile.

"Your decision might've been a little foolish, but I have to say-thank you."

Sophia gave her a sideways look. "And what exactly am I being thanked for?"

"Thank you for handing Alex to me on a silver platter. If you'd held on to him, I would've never gotten close." Jasmine's smile deepened, her words like honey laced with venom.

"He tried to push me away once said he was married. But.. he's not anymore." Her eyes gleamed with quiet triumph as she leaned in, savoring every syllable.

"So now, there's nothing left for him to turn me down for, is there? You didn't just lose-you handed me the treasure."

Megan's face twisted with a scornful smirk. "You think you've hit the jackpot, but all you've grabbed is fool's gold. You'll regret it!"

Sophia stepped forward, her raised hand a quiet but firm signal for Megan to stop.

She had no interest in stirring up more chaos.

The Lancasters still relied on the Kingstons' support, and with Jasmine at the helm-powerful enough to inflict serious damage if crossed-they couldn't afford to provoke her.

Her gaze flitted to Alex for a second before she forced out a brittle laugh.

"Different people, different tastes. That 'treasure' of yours is mediocre at best, if you ask me. You're welcome to him. He's a free man, after all."

She tried to sound dismissive, but doubt wormed through her.

Why did a woman like Jasmine Kingston-who could probably have any man she wanted-act so besotted with Alex, the brash nobody who, on paper, had absolutely nothing to offer?

And why did Lyra, her own best friend, seem equally fascinated by him?

something obvious, or

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Jasmine lifted

Alex 'average'my, my, Ms. Lancaster, you do have lofty standards. But that new boy toy of yours doesn't even make

with annoyance. "At least

Jasmine's voice dripped with sarcasm. "And what makes you

a successful company," Sophia said defiantly. "He's proven

behind Jasmine's eyes. "In that case, why

frowned. "A

it a month. The so- called 'nobody' you scoff at, or

do you

for a second, caught off guard by her

he'd just heard the dumbest

your mind? You want me to go head-to-head with that piece of trash? He couldn't catch up to me if he had

chimed in, rolling her

got a net worth in the hundreds of millions. Alex is just

a pang of

She glanced at Alex.

had to his name was the title of king of braggarts-armed with maddening confidence and almost convincing claims of

hand, Marco had everything-pedigree, ambition, connections.

want to go through with this?"

Why did two brilliant, powerful women like Jasmine-and even Lyra-believe

making the right choice by walking away? Or was she letting something slip through her fingers- something

her lips into a tight, thin line, bracing against the weight of

stick

her own heart wouldn't betray her in the

it is. The only question is whether you

chin with a

was the kind of look that made Sophia's

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narrowed her eyes. "Fine. Name your

nothing complicated," Jasmine said, drawing out every syllable like a cat playing

everything I need in life-except this man. So if you lose, you

swear you'll never try to

flicker of anger and hurt crossed

bit her lip. "Deal. I have no

rich or

could practically feel her heart shrink at the mere mention

your choice later," Jasmine purred, her mocking chuckle sending a fresh wave of resentment through

stunning, yet

by doubt, while the

plain

said, throwing Jasmine one last glare before spinning on her heel to leave, feeling

after her, his eyes