The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 154

Charles Kingston snapped awake on a grimy park bench, every muscle in his body screaming.

Bruises covered him.

His pockets were empty-robbed clean.

His so-called bodyguard and driver had done this, beaten him senseless, dumped him here like trash, and taken everything.

Then, his smartwatch buzzed violently against his wrist-an incoming call.

They must have left his smartwatch because it was cracked-worthless to them.

It was still strapped to his wrist, a mocking reminder of the power he used to have.

"Mister Kingston." The voice from his smartwatch cut through his daze.

His lawyer.

"What... what happened?" Charles croaked, throat raw.

"I need to inform you, sir. The court has temporarily seized all your properties."

Charles froze. His heart thundered in his chest. Losing his properties could only mean one thing: he had lost everything

"All... of them?" he whispered.

"Yes," the lawyer said bluntly. "And I must resign as your counsel. You still owe our firm nearly a hundred thousand dollars from your previous case—"

Charles ended the call before he could say more, blocking the number without hesitation.

Desperation clawed at him as he tried Marco next.

The phone rang endlessly, no answer. Fuming, he fired off a text.

"I need to borrow a million dollars."

The reply came back in seconds.

"What the hell? You already owe me forty million for Vermont National Life Group! Pay up or I'll kill you."

Charles's hands shook with rage.

No one had ever spoken to him like that.

"How dare you, you bastard!" he spat into the phone.

Marco's text landed like a punch.

the Prince of Kingston? You're a thief.

entire body

to beat him. He truly had lost everything he

wind rustling through the trees, the sun mocking him from

the mistake?"

his lips, heavy with

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hadn't

Charles had enough wealth

executive in Kingston with a high salary, or even assisting

take care of Vancouver. When

he hadn't believed him. He didn't want to wait. He wanted

driving him past reason, past caution. Desire ruled him, and it led him

Now, only regret remained.

building an empire, but a single

the price one pays for setting oneself an impossible

whispered, a hollow ache settling in

to go. No home. No power. No

he pushed himself up, his body aching, every

"Charles Kingston!"

out,

turned, squinting at the

Arianna?" the man

Charles frowned. "Who?"

something bitter. “A woman you

"Sorry, I've slept with a

him. Some

him, it had all been a game. His bodyguards

closer. "Yeah, I

Charles could react, the

in Charles's

A knife.

Cold

Shock swallowed him whole.

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smirk on his face. "And she wanted me to remind you-she swore she'd find a way to kill you if you

it. Couldn't believe he

His legs shook.

man yanked the knife out, blood spilling over Charles's

promised to let me sleep with

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the man walked away, leaving Charles kneeling on the

vision, his breath shallow. Memories played