The Almighty Dominance

Luther stormed toward the place he'd agreed to meet his father, but what he saw there stopped him cold. David stood hand-in-hand with Ophelia, the sight burning fury deep into Luther's soul. Rage surged through him; this woman had stolen his father's heart, casting aside his mother as if she were nothing. As a son, his duty was clear: protect his mother from David's catastrophic betrayal.

"Father!" Luther's voice trembled with disbelief and anguish, eyes brimming with tears of frustration. "Did you seriously have Mom arrested?"

David turned sharply, irritation flashing across his face. "What the hell are you doing here, Luther? Didn't I tell you we'd talk tonight? Go home-now!"

"No! Tell me!" Luther shouted, his voice cracking with raw emotion. "Why did you lock her up?"

David's eyes narrowed, his voice icy and harsh. "Because your sainted mother cheated on me. She gave me HIV, Luther!"

"You're lying!" Luther shook violently, refusing to accept the accusation. "Mom would never betray you. You're the cheater-standing here, holding hands with this woman!"

"This woman," David spat sharply, pulling Ophelia closer, "is my wife. My second wife, Luther. Go home, we'll sort this out later."

Luther staggered, the floor seeming to shift beneath him. "Father," his voice cracked, breaking with sobs and hurt. "Am I even your son anymore? If I am, please leave this witch right now and come home. Mom needs us!"

David shook his head, frustration and exhaustion mingling in his eyes. "I'll explain everything later, Luther. You're still my son, even if you aren't biologically—"

The words froze in his throat when he saw Luther pull a pistol and point it directly at his own temple.

"What

you say I'm not your blood! I'm Luther Morgan-I'm the heir you promised your fortune to! Was everything you told me a damned

David's voice, desperation tightening his throat. "You're still my son-I

thick with pain. "You've arrested Mom, replaced her with this snake, and now

forward, pleading urgently, "Listen to me—I'll make everything clear,

lies," Luther whispered coldly, a frightening calm

times. The brutal crack of each

eyes wide with shock and agony. Never in his darkest nightmares had he

raced forward as David collapsed. Kneeling beside him, her face twisted in anguish, she sobbed. uncontrollably. Gazing at her face, David finally saw clearly: Brian shared her features. How had he missed it? How had he ignored his real son, the loyal

furiously at his father's bleeding form. "I'm only taking what's mine the inheritance you swore would

the waiting car, where Charles sat stunned. Luther

to?" Charles asked

his mind clouded by panic and desperation. "We

the spreading pool of his own blood, each heartbeat pushing him closer to darkness. Ophelia cradled him tightly, her tears falling freely onto

clogged with regret. "You gave our son your whole heart-and I gave him nothing but shadows.

the cold reality of

chest. All his

all