The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 315

Chapter 315

Alex sat on the very edge of the rooftop, legs dangling over the ledge, a half- empty glass of wine resting in his hand.

Alone, high above the sleeping city, he was lost in his thoughts as the night wrapped around him.

The moon hung low, casting silvery shadows that danced across the concrete beside him.

Far below, the homeless huddled around small fires, their laughter and chatter drifting faintly upward.

Even with their hardships, they seemed content, savoring simple moments together.

Yet Alex stood isolated, tormented by indecision.

Life seemed straightforward enough—people ran from pain and chased after happiness.

But when wounds reopened again and again, each scar dug deeper into the heart, turning memories into haunting nightmares.

He sighed deeply.

Could there really be happiness with Sophia Lancaster?

He used to believe so. But every time he reached for her, he came away more battered, more broken.

Just when he found the strength to walk away, she'd whisper a promise of happiness—just enough to chain him again with that maddening, cruel hope.

'Woman... ahhh.'

"Hey! What are you brooding over up there?" Josephine's voice pierced the quiet from below.

"Just trying to figure things out," Alex called back, without turning.

"Mind if I join? I could use a taste of that wine."

"Be my guest."

Josephine swiftly scaled the roof, nimble as ever. Snatching the bottle, she took a swig and instantly widened her eyes

"Holy hell! This must cost a fortune! I've never tasted anything like it."

Alex smirked, "You speak like a connoisseur."

Josephine laughed heartily, wiping her mouth.

"Hardly. First sip of wine in my life. Orphans like us never have the luxury. Seriously, what's this worth?"

Alex shrugged nonchalantly, "Maybe ten grand."

"What?!" Josephine gasped, nearly dropping the bottle.

"Ten grand? Think how long that could feed the orphanage!" She eyed the half- empty bottle regretfully.

"Is this still worth anything?"

"It's worthless now, you've contaminated it," Alex teased, watching her shocked expression.

"Dammit, Alex, warn a girl first! Did I ruin something precious?"

Alex said quietly. "Jasmine gave it to me. Money means nothing

then defiantly

let's pretend I

governor of Vancouver; Sophia's the new CEO. Two of the city's greatest beauties, and they're

exhaled bitterly. "Why do you assume

like them, you're

the saying? A hero can't resist

themselves chasing women, and

laughed, her

torn between two dazzling women, huh?

Jasmine's sweet and charming. Damn, even I'm

not about choosing," Alex snapped, frustration breaking

everything, lose everything for a woman. But women? They never lose themselves. They're always calculating, always

voice lowered to a somber whisper, drifting on the night breeze. "And that's the tragedy, Josephine. Love makes fools of men, but only traders out of

liquid in his glass, his eyes distant

to women-every scrap of strength,

wide, glittering with disbelief

out cash expecting feelings served up on a platter, you better stick to hiring

toward the street below, where four ragged men clustered around a sputtering fire, their laughter and

look at 'em. They're happy because they're sharing what little they

voice grew rougher, edged with

keep fighting, day after miserable day. They provide food, safety, a home-and suddenly, it's all just expected. It becomes 'normal. Women

froze, eyes searching his face. "Is that really

let out a weary sigh, heavy with years of unspoken

for love, Jo, because they're

don't beg doesn't mean they don't desperately need

slightly, betraying an inner

them, appreciate them-love them.

are strong-unbreakable,

carrying the weight of the world without a word of complaint. They protect the

leaned in, her curiosity

staring deeply into the crackling firelight below, "but men? They are born to be broken-because only

words, Josephine shifted closer, slipping her arms around Alex and gently patting

caught

whispered softly, her voice thick with emotion, "you're the strongest man I've ever known. You've stood your ground against

sake."

a rare warmth flooding through him as Josephine laid her head gently

touched

actors, Jo. Men hide their feelings because the world expects it.

craving love, terrified to admit weakness. They'd rather break into ashes than

to be

burst out laughing, holding her sides as if a forgotten memory had

snapped, his voice sharp with sudden suspicion. "You mocking

now?"

immediately softened her expression,

Alex, not at all," she said quickly. "I didn't

long forgotten suddenly

her warily.

sipped her wine, eyes distant,

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