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

out in stuttering bursts, muzzle flashes lighting the

Yet, these two monsters remained invulnerable to every attack, including

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pavement in long, gruesome streaks. A thug

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

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

was a symphony of terror, each kill

they stood taller, exuding a strange, pulsing energy

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

of parked cars. Sweat poured

every decision that led

to take out Alex-supposedly an easy contract if he brought

Tim and Tom were slaughtering his

crouched, he watched them tear through men he'd once considered the toughest in

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

glanced at Marco's trembling form

blood off on his sleeve. "Now it's your

hissed. "I hope you'll at least put

black magic doesn't scare me," he said quietly, taking

echoed across the lot. "We've sacrificed enough souls to become

seen your brand of evil before. It's as weak as a shadow in the

his body coiling like a panther about

of speed, he barreled toward Alex-aiming a blow that could splinter bone

But Alex moved faster.

by the throat

inches

down on Tim like the weight of an

Alex

and agony

infused him now leaked away as if Alex's grip

went limp, his eyes rolled back, and

like a broken

He swung a wild haymaker

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Alex stood

in an invisible wave, and Tom

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

ground, gasping like a fish out of