The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 327

Morning broke early, bringing with it a fresh start.

Alex rose, showered, and busied himself preparing breakfast-his signature Eggs Benedict.

Simple but irresistible. The aroma filled the kitchen just as footsteps echoed softly from behind.

"Something smells heavenly!" Sophia's voice broke the quiet.

She looked stunning, dressed impeccably in a tailored business suit, her face brightened by a gentle smile.

"Sophia? What are you doing here?" Alex blurted, confusion clear on his face. Today, of all days-why?

"I skipped breakfast, figured I'd swing by quickly on the way to work," Sophia replied casually, stepping closer to inspect the dish.

Alex narrowed his eyes skeptically. "Your office isn't anywhere near this neighborhood."

She let out a sigh and admitted reluctantly, "Fine. Lyra asked me to take you to meet someone before heading to my office. I've got some time to spare." She sat down with practiced ease, clearly dodging his pointed stare.

"Lyra could've just called me," Alex frowned deeply.

Sophia skillfully ignored his remark, brightening deliberately.

"Eggs Benedict, my favorite! How did you know?" Without waiting, she eagerly reached for a plate, determined to avoid further questioning.

Alex opened his mouth to protest, but before words could form, the front door swung open, revealing Jasmine in the doorway.

She stretched languidly, an oversized shirt slipping provocatively off one shoulder, hinting at silky lingerie beneath.

"Alex, darling, I'm starving. Breakfast ready yet?" she purred softly, halting abruptly as her gaze clashed with Sophia's shocked expression.

"What the hell are you doing here?" both women demanded simultaneously.

The atmosphere instantly turned explosive, the silent hostility palpable.

"Alex," Sophia's voice tightened dangerously, her eyes blazing with suspicion and betrayal, "care to explain what's going on?"

Her gaze flicked pointedly at Jasmine, whose attire was unmistakably Alex's shirt. Jasmine smiled slowly, her eyes glittering with mischievous triumph.

"Isn't it obvious, sweetheart?" She tugged suggestively at the shirt, exposing a delicate lace edge beneath. "Alex and I had a very... cozy night."

"You slept with her?" Sophia's voice trembled, fury and jealousy warring openly across her features. The thought of Alex giving in so easily stung deeply.

"Of course," Jasmine added. "Side by side the entire night. Skin to skin-it's a scorching night, after all."

eyes shimmered with

Alex quickly interjected, his head

stepping boldly forward. "Come on, Alex. She's caught us, why bother

"Jasmine got injured last night.

the faint bruises and scrapes marring Jasmine's otherwise flawless

softened only slightly, suspicion lingering stubbornly. "Why not go to the hospital? Why

coolly, a defiant

if I'm wrong, but aren't you two divorced? Doesn't that mean Alex is

finished," Sophia snapped fiercely.

unspoken challenge, neither woman

aren't some game, Sophia." Jasmine's smile dropped instantly,

walk away once. Now face

screws up sometimes," Sophia shot back, eyes flashing defiantly. "The difference is who has the guts to make things right. I know where I went wrong, and I'm

gaze swung meaningfully toward Alex, hope and resolve blazing in her

kitchen, took in the tense

head. "You think fixing something you shattered will make

the same?" Sophia's voice trembled

Jasmine slid gracefully into her seat at the dining table

breakfast, sweetheart. You

the plate back swiftly. "Hold on. Alex knows Eggs Benedict are my favorite. He made these especially for

flattering yourself, Ms. Lancaster." Jasmine tugged at the plate once more, her voice tight. "The past is gone. This meal is mine

it's pathetic to steal someone else's favorite dish. These eggs are tailored to my taste,

think you have exclusive

talking. Just because you like something doesn't mean

my decision,

the plate back and forth like it was a

temples, questioning how he'd gotten

this. Who gets these eggs?" Sophia demanded sharply, Jasmine nodding fiercely beside

waiting like hawks

forehead. He opened his mouth, struggling

plates of Eggs Benedict in front

eggs." She gently set the coffee

on him. If

calm authority silenced the

took her seat, clasping her hands together. "Let's say

around uncomfortably.

smiled gently. "True

a second, the room softened just enough to notice the tension before

Then, as