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 not every

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

bursts, muzzle flashes

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

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littered the ground, contorted in lifeless heaps. Blood painted the pavement in long, gruesome streaks. A thug lunged at Tim with a

sternum. The man's ribs cracked like dry wood. He choked on a scream, collapsed, and never

throat; the man gurgled in horror as his

was a symphony of terror, each kill

out, they stood taller, exuding

was drowned by the wet snap of

cowered behind a row of parked cars. Sweat poured down

regretted every decision that

men to take out Alex-supposedly an

and Tom were slaughtering

tear through

and casually wiped his mouth. "What a bunch

Marco's trembling

cracked his neck, wiping the blood off on

you'll at least put

set in grim determination. "Your black magic

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

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

his body coiling like a

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

But Alex moved faster.

the throat in

bulged, his feet lifting inches off the ground. Power radiated

like the weight of

come," Alex

and

dark energy had infused him now leaked away as if Alex's

limbs went limp, his eyes rolled back, and with a ragged gasp,

pavement like a broken

behind. He swung a wild haymaker

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never landed. Alex stood unyielding,

in an invisible wave, and Tom was sent flying as

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

collapsed onto the ground, gasping