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?"

said quietly. "Jasmine gave it to me. Money means nothing to her-or to

relaxed, then defiantly took

let's pretend I didn't know

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

"Why do you assume that's

like them,

his head gravely. "Ever heard the saying? A hero can't

themselves chasing women, and women

laughed, her eyes

two dazzling women, huh? Sophia's

charming. Damn,

not about choosing," Alex snapped, frustration breaking

woman. But

a somber whisper, drifting on the night breeze. "And that's the tragedy, Josephine. Love

liquid in his glass, his eyes

sense of humor. Men give everything they've got to women-every scrap of strength, every dime-and women

glittering with disbelief

just a damned prostitute? If you're gonna shell out cash expecting feelings served up on a platter, you

Alex gestured toward the street below, where four ragged men clustered around a sputtering fire, their laughter and rough singing drifting through the

nothing-just scraps of food-but look at 'em. They're

grew rougher, edged with bitter

expected. It becomes 'normal. Women start to believe it's simply a man's duty, never seeing the need to offer love and

froze, eyes searching his face. "Is that

weary sigh,

too. They might never beg for love, Jo, because they're conditioned from birth to

doesn't mean they don't desperately

slightly, betraying an inner pain

them-love them. But the closer people get, the quicker they

are

a word of complaint. They protect the ones they love, all while silently starving for affection." Alex sighed

in, her

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

closer, slipping her arms around Alex and gently patting his

sudden tenderness caught

man I've ever known. You've stood your ground against the mafia, for

sake."

under her touch, a rare warmth flooding through him as Josephine laid her

touched his lips

hide

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

men are born to be

sides as if a forgotten memory

sharp with sudden suspicion. "You

now?"

softened her expression,

at all," she said quickly. "I didn't mean it

forgotten suddenly

warily.

eyes distant, gazing into memories

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