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."

who can wield

"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.

enough to satisfy every man's needs, but

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

in stuttering bursts, muzzle flashes lighting the

filled the air. Yet, these two monsters remained invulnerable to every attack, including

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

punch to the sternum. The man's ribs cracked like

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

was a symphony of terror, each kill feeding the

they snuffed out, they stood taller, exuding a strange, pulsing energy that crackled around

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

a row of

regretted every decision that led

hired these men to take out Alex-supposedly

slaughtering his

where he crouched, he watched them tear through men he'd once considered

a bunch of trash," he spat, stepping over a corpse. "I'm

at Marco's trembling form and

wiping the blood off on his

at

in grim determination. "Your black magic doesn't scare me,"

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

sheath. "I've seen your brand of evil

his body coiling like a panther about

an inhuman burst of speed, he barreled toward Alex-aiming a blow that could splinter bone and

But Alex moved faster.

Tim by the throat in one

inches off the ground. Power radiated from

on Tim like the weight

Light has come," Alex intoned,

convulsed, terror and agony

leaked away as if Alex's

his eyes rolled back,

the pavement like

from behind. He swung a wild haymaker at

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impact never landed. Alex

and Tom was sent flying as though struck by a

slammed into a concrete wall with a thunderous crash; bones cracked, and a tortured scream tore

ground, gasping like