The Almighty Dominance

Alex stood silent and still, watching Ophelia weep inconsolably over David's motionless body.

Suddenly, David's eyes fluttered open, startling everyone nearby. Gasps rippled through the stunned crowd, disbelief etched across every face.

"Impossible," a bewildered customer muttered. "I saw him take that bullet right in the chest!"

"David!" Ophelia's voice trembled with hope and disbelief.

"Are you alright? Is this real?"

David stared down, incredulous, pressing his hand against his chest.

Blood stained his shirt, the fabric torn and wet, but beneath his fingertips, there was just a small wound.

The bullet had pierced his clothes and skins but stopped short, leaving only a superficial injury.

"Am I...bulletproof?" David whispered, astonished.

Across the room, Alex leaned casually against the table, his lips twisted into a subtle, knowing smirk.

At the very instant Luther had fired his weapon, Alex had silently channeled his protective aura, wrapping David's body in an unseen shield.

Though the impact had been violent, the bullet had lost its deadly force, leaving only superficial damage.

The paramedics arrived swiftly, bewildered to find David conscious, suffering nothing worse than a shallow gash.

Still, they carefully placed him onto a stretcher, administering treatment.

Ophelia clung to his side, relief and lingering terror breaking fresh tears loose from her eyes.

"I thought I'd lost you forever," she whispered, her voice raw and shaking.

David reached up gently, tracing her tear-streaked cheek. The memories flooded back-her beauty, their shared pain, their years apart.

"Ophelia," he said firmly, his voice full of renewed resolve.

"I've been given another chance. This time, I'll make everything right."

They embraced fiercely, holding tight to each other, bound by relief and renewed determination.

Across town, Charles drove Luther swiftly toward the Morgan mansion.

Pulling into the grand entrance, Luther leaped from the vehicle and demanded of the butler, "Where's my mother?"

Before the butler could respond, Brian and several bodyguards charged forward, tackling Luther roughly to the floor.

"What the hell are you idiots doing?!" Luther roared, struggling against their grasp.

"My father already dead! I'm your boss now! Let me up!"

leaned in coldly, pinning Luther with

said

alive?" Luther gasped,

"Yeah. Very

looming danger, didn't

into the car, slamming the accelerator. Tires screeched as

making a run for it!" Brian shouted.

car straight through the iron barrier, metal shrieking as he escaped

toward a secluded estate, one Luther

and a neat pile of

fortune secured, Charles sped away from the mansion, memories of his last conversation

help," she'd told him days

powerful. Lay low, and money will

How long can anyone

"Patience, Charles," she'd pleaded.

hasn't cut you from the inheritance. Stay quiet and it'll all blow

gritted his teeth, clarity

wasn't his mother, nor anyone else it was his

his sister jasmine and even outsider

curled across Charles's lips as a dark

always been one man: his own

the governorship of Los Angeles-the

that came with

laughter filled the car, chilling and

of his father's routine,

Kingston

tightened his grip on the wheel,

anyone could imagine-his father would breathe his last breath. And not a soul would suspect the

one would ever guess that

his voice low and venomous. "I need the final piece of the Emerald Elixir. And the only way Alex will ever let it go... is if someone

forward, his tone a threat wrapped

"Sophia."

into darkness, neon lights painting the night

hunched alone in the corner, drowning herself shot by shot, her eyes glazed with

across her youthful face. She'd never seen Sophia unravel this

her fierce front, ignoring calls, emails, and responsibilities, letting herself spiral

that Alex was the cause, and Megan wondered bitterly if

Ms. Lancaster, you've had enough. Let's go home

voice shook with desperation, her hand lightly touching

bitterly, harsh and brittle like broken glass. "Leave me alone, Megan. When I

back another glass, feeling the fiery burn dull

lost-caught in a storm of family demands

wrongly, yet her pride refused

and risk seeing the coldness in his

chose numbness, hiding behind the