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.

provides enough to satisfy every man's

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blood-splattered clothes-were cutting through Marco's hired

out in stuttering bursts, muzzle flashes lighting

of dying men filled the air. Yet, these two monsters remained invulnerable to every attack,

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Blood painted the pavement in long, gruesome streaks. A thug lunged at Tim with a lead

a single, devastating punch to the sternum. The man's ribs cracked like dry wood. He choked on a

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

terror, each kill

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

gangster shouted, eyes bulging with terror. His voice was drowned by the wet snap

cowered behind a row of parked cars. Sweat poured down

every decision

Alex-supposedly an

Tom were slaughtering

he crouched, he watched them tear through men

and casually wiped his mouth. "What a bunch of trash,"

glanced at Marco's trembling form and sneered.

off

"I hope you'll at least put

resolute, face set in grim determination. "Your black magic doesn't scare

to become unstoppable,” he

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

with lethal intent, his body coiling like a panther

barreled toward Alex-aiming a blow that could splinter bone and

But Alex moved faster.

the throat in one fluid

lifting inches off the ground. Power

like the weight of

has come," Alex intoned, voice

convulsed, terror and

away as if

limp, his eyes rolled back,

pavement like a broken

came Tom's roar from behind. He swung a wild haymaker at

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Alex stood

an invisible wave, and Tom

a concrete wall with a thunderous crash; bones cracked, and a

ground, gasping