The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 151

Charles Kingston lounged in the grand lobby, swirling a glass of champagne

between his fingers, when he caught sight of Jasmine slipping in through the front doors.

She settled near the reporters.

Charles finished his drink, rose, and sauntered over.

"Where are your bodyguards?" he asked, feigning casual interest. Usually you travel with half an army."

Jasmine met his gaze with y calm.

"Should I bring them here just so they can kill your men? They're all Kingstons, every last one of them. Why waste resources on family?"

Charles's lips twitched in a bitter smile. "If you don't want a fight, you might as well hand over everything "

"Why would I give you control of the Kingston name?" Jasmine's tone grew razor- sharp.

"Especially when today's your last day in power? Word around town is you can't even afford to pay your own bodyguards anymore."

Her taunt landed like a slap.

Charles's jaw tightened. She was right-he was bleeding money from every angle, and it was all because of Jasmine's relentless sabotage.

"So," he hissed, leaning in closer.

"Rumor has it you're using black magic to keep yourself safe. That's how you're staying on top-sacrifices, rituals, the whole dark mess."

Jasmine's eyes narrowed. "Don't be ridiculous. I've never dabbled in that nonsense, and you know it."

Charles snorted. "Who knows what you've done behind closed doors? I heard you used dark sorcery to trick Father into giving you the Kingston empire."

"You're insane," Jasmine shot back, rising from her seat. "Your desire has turned you into a lunatic."

"You're the lunatic," Charles snapped, his voice trembling with rage.

"Demons, witches... I've got people coming who know how to handle your kind. You think you're the only black magic? My darkness will erase yours. By dawn, you'll be nothing but a memory."

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"Charles, are you crazy?" she warned, her voice echoing against the ornate pillars, "they've poisoned your mind with this superstitious filth. You're risking everything-"

But he was already gone, stalking away to set his plan in motion.

Jasmine sighed as Kingston gave Charles everything, yet he still felt it wasn't enough.

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cold eyes and blood-splattered clothes-were cutting through Marco's hired gangsters like wolves through

out in stuttering bursts, muzzle flashes lighting the

these two monsters remained invulnerable to

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pavement in long, gruesome streaks. A thug lunged at Tim with a lead pipe, eyes

a single, devastating punch to the sternum. The man's ribs cracked

through another gangster's throat; the man gurgled in horror as his life spilled down his

a symphony of terror, each kill feeding

out, they stood taller, exuding a strange, pulsing energy

voice was

a row of

decision that led

out Alex-supposedly an easy contract if he brought

and Tom were slaughtering his crew

he watched them tear through

casually wiped his mouth. "What a bunch of trash," he spat, stepping over a corpse.

trembling form

neck, wiping the blood off on his sleeve. "Now

at least put up

black magic doesn't scare me," he

across the lot. "We've sacrificed enough souls to become unstoppable,” he roared. "No one can

that so?" Alex's voice was steady, like a blade drawn from its sheath. "I've seen your brand of evil before. It's as weak as a shadow in the midday sun." Tim snarled and

with lethal intent, his body

speed, he barreled toward Alex-aiming a

But Alex moved faster.

by the throat in

bulged, his feet lifting inches off the ground. Power

Tim like the weight of an

Light has come," Alex

convulsed, terror and agony twisting his

away as if Alex's grip siphoned it from

back,

pavement like

came Tom's roar from behind. He swung a

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Alex stood unyielding, an immovable

Tom was sent flying as though

with a thunderous crash; bones cracked, and

collapsed onto the ground, gasping like a fish