The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 152

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.

nothing now-just a broke nobody. Still think you're the Prince of Kingston? You're a thief. I'll give you one week. If my money isn't back by

body went

bodyguards hadn't hesitated to beat him. He

park, the wind rustling through the

the

left his lips,

Chapter 154

I hadn't desired the head

time, Charles had enough wealth

could have lived comfortably, working as an executive in Kingston with a

take care of Vancouver. When the

him. He didn't want

reason, past caution. Desire ruled him,

Now, only regret remained.

man could spend decades building an empire, but a

price one pays

whispered, a hollow ache settling

to go. No home.

a heavy sigh, he pushed himself up, his body aching, every

"Charles Kingston!"

out,

turned, squinting at the man

you remember Arianna?" the man

Charles frowned. "Who?"

curled into something bitter. “A woman you slept with for a week, then kicked

scoffed, shaking his head. "Sorry, I've slept with a lot

him. Some

game. His bodyguards used to handle them, removing any who clung

I figured you wouldn't remember

could react, the man's

in Charles's

A knife.

tensing. Cold

Shock swallowed him whole.

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she wanted me to remind you-she swore

couldn't believe it. Couldn't believe he was actually

pain was unbearable. His legs

knife out, blood spilling over Charles's hands as

me sleep with her for a week if I stabbed

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man walked away, leaving Charles kneeling on the old

vision, his breath shallow. Memories played in his mind

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