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?"

quietly. "Jasmine gave it to me.

relaxed, then defiantly took another

let's pretend I didn't

you're a lucky bastard. Jasmine's the governor of Vancouver; Sophia's the new CEO. Two of

"Why do

like them, you're set for

can't resist beauty, a

themselves chasing women, and women lose

laughed, her

you're torn between two

Jasmine's sweet and charming. Damn, even

about choosing," Alex snapped,

everything, lose everything for a woman. But

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

swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his

one twisted sense of humor. Men give everything they've got to women-every scrap of strength, every dime-and women take it, sure enough, without daring to repay even a fraction

snapped wide, glittering with disbelief and

a wife, a girlfriend, or just a damned prostitute? If you're gonna shell out cash expecting feelings served up on a platter, you better stick to

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

at those homeless guys. They got nothing-just scraps of food-but look at 'em. They're happy because they're sharing what little they have. That's what keeps a man

rougher,

provide food, safety, a home-and suddenly, it's all just expected. It becomes 'normal. Women start to believe it's simply a man's duty, never seeing

froze, eyes searching his

out a weary sigh, heavy with

might never beg for love, Jo, because they're conditioned from birth to give love, not ask

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

betraying an inner pain he'd never

work tirelessly, hoping someone will see them, appreciate them-love them. But

are strong-unbreakable,

labor until they drop, carrying the weight of the world without a word of complaint. They protect the ones they love, all while

her

to be loved," Alex murmured, staring deeply into the crackling firelight below, "but

Josephine shifted closer, slipping her arms

tenderness caught him

emotion, "you're the strongest man I've ever known. You've

sake."

her touch, a rare warmth flooding

faint smile touched his

actors, Jo. Men hide their

to admit weakness. They'd rather break into ashes than confess how

are born to be destroyed, not

suddenly burst out laughing, holding her sides as if

sharp with sudden suspicion.

now?"

expression,

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

long forgotten suddenly

her warily. "And what's

distant, gazing into memories blurred by

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