The Almighty Dominance

Charles flashed Alex a smug, venomous grin, his eyes glittering with sinister amusement.

With an arrogant snap of his fingers, a small drone whirred to life, circling menacingly above their heads.

"Recognize this toy, Alex?" Charles mocked, his voice dripping with condescension.

Alex barely glanced at the drone, unimpressed.

"Doesn't matter," he growled, and with a single icy glare, the drone sputtered and crashed onto the cold concrete.

But before Alex could savor his small victory, three more drones surged from the shadows, buzzing around them like mechanical hornets.

Charles let out a wicked laugh, eyes blazing triumphantly.

"You see, Alex, when my dear father cut me off, I knew vultures like you would circle. So, I hired men to keep a constant watch, recording every second of my life."

He leaned forward, relishing the moment. "You grasp what that means, don't you? Or is your mind too small to comprehend?"

Charles paused dramatically, relishing Alex's silence, before continuing with sadistic glee, "It means that whoever dares spill my blood will be caught on camera, and the footage will reach my father and mother in seconds."

"I don't know if my family has disowned me or not. But I believe my father and mother still love me—and if I'm killed, they'll avenge me. Then the entire Kingston empire will hunt you down and tear you apart."

Alex clenched his jaw, begrudgingly acknowledging Charles's twisted brilliance.

Killing this man now was tempting-almost intoxicating-but the ramifications would poison relationships he still valued: Alfred Kingston, Kelly, Jasmine.

Their connections were far too precious to burn over a reckless feud born of wounded pride and a woman's heart.

A true man, Alex reminded himself bitterly, must discern between personal vendettas and the greater good.

He spun sharply on his heels, dismissing Charles with cold contempt.

But Charles couldn't resist one final taunt.

One day Sophia will be mine! I'll rise above you

chilling stillness overcoming him. Without turning around, he

you'd chosen the light, the world itself would rally behind you.

laugh, his voice cracking with arrogance and

destiny. With ambition, power, and raw

words sliced through the air like tempered steel. "You'll never find peace if the cosmos itself

the void, the echo of his own

it finally

phone buzzed angrily, jolting

Mr. Dune's strained voice crackled through. "Alex,

trouble. You need to get down here

kind?" Alex snapped,

a cut of Emerald Elixir.

"Isn't Jasmine handling

Kingston's halfway to London. Can't reach her at thirty thousand feet," Dune said, anxiety creeping into

explicit

I'll be there soon." Alex

his senses? He drove fast, weaving through traffic like a man

feeling the

executives sat rigidly along one side of

and a distinguished, steely-eyed stranger

at last," Mr. Dune rose hastily, ushering him toward an empty chair. Alex

mess about?" Alex said, eyes sharp and

him instantly. "Tell me, Alex-is it true Jasmine gifted

gave me shares," Alex replied evenly, leaning back cautiously, "though I never counted how

lips curled slightly. "Then give them up.

do that?" Alex's

don't deserve a fraction of it," Jessica spat

it, marketed it, sold it. You've done nothing. You don't have a right to half the profits. Greed

I'll take the formula elsewhere, let someone