The Almighty Dominance

"Mother," Sophia pleaded desperately. "Please don't make me do this."

But Florence stayed on her knees, gripping Sophia's hands tightly.

"Sophia, for God's sake, I'm your mother! I know what's best for you, whether you see it now or not. One day, you'll thank me for this."

Sophia's eyes filled with tears, blurring the world around her.

The happiness she'd longed for was finally within reach-so close she could almost touch it—yet fate snatched it away like a cruel joke.

Why did it have to be this hard? Why did love with Alex feel like a battle she was always destined to lose?

Hadn't she already paid the price in tears and silence? How much more did she have to bleed just to be happy?

"Sophia, I will stay here on my knees until you agree," Florence declared stubbornly.

Jack also followed his mother and start kneeling.

"Sister, are you really going to abandon your own family? Do you have no heart left to save us?"

"We're not asking you to die-we're asking you to marry Gilbert Guise. He's going to be the future governor of the Paris State. Can't you see what that means? This is your chance to secure everything-for you, for us. Or would you rather watch us all fall?"

Florence added, "Sophia, if your heart is cold enough to watch us rot in prison, then maybe I should just end my life right here with Jack. At least that would be less painful than watching my own daughter turn her back on us."

Sophia took a shaky breath, heart breaking as the tears spilled freely down her face. "Fine. I'll do it..." she whispered, defeated.

She had given up for her own happiness.

Inside an exclusive bar, Gilbert Guise smirked triumphantly as Sophia's voice came through his phone.

"Perfect. I'll see you tonight. You better not disappoint me again," he warned smoothly before hanging up.

His entourage, a group of stylishly dressed men and women, erupted into applause and cheers.

"Congratulations, Mr. Guise! You're finally marrying your dream girl!" one woman praised enthusiastically.

Another chimed in with admiration. "It took a while, but nothing's impossible for you, Mr. Guise."

Gilbert's smile twisted darkly as he addressed his loyal followers. "I'll throw in an extra ten thousand each for your flawless execution."

"Thank you, Mr. Guise!" they chorused eagerly.

One man sneered, "That idiot Jack was so wasted, he never even realized what hit him."

"And that Jacqueline," the woman scoffed contemptuously.

"How dare she hide the fact she was carrying your child? She's better off dead. Let that fool Jack take the blame."

cruelly, savoring his

is done. I'm grateful you made this possible. Sophia would've

a rare beauty

man

easily have your fun without tying the

from

made a promise to the media years

only to toss her aside once she turned out to be a total bitch. Hell, maybe I'll even let you have a turn with her after

exploded among his followers, eagerly

one of them shouted with

would let us share a bed with a top

and generosity-Mr. Guise,

soaked it all in, drunk on their praise, his ego swelling with every word. He stood

about the task I gave you did you

man nodded. "I've confirmed everything with the people

he continued, "the Montclaire family is barely hanging on in Chicago. With Laura

name. Especially now that Sophia's best friend,

soon she'll have the influence," another chimed in. "Better lock her down now, Mr. Guise, before she realizes the

then asked, "Mr. Guise, didn't you previously consider marrying

was sinister. "Oh, don't worry, that plan is still underway. Charles Kingston has already agreed to hand over his dear little

over?" asked another

dollars, he

to my room.

situation. Imagine having that

said, eyes cold

ruthless ambition.

Kingston?"

casually. "Not at all, but he's desperate. That spoiled brat has run out of money, willing to do anything for cash-even betraying his own sister. When the time

nove

understood?"

always treated us like family; we'll do

"Then let's toast to Mr. Guise's

laughter and applause, the celebration echoing

nightfall, one of the hotel's most

a private room, her mother Florence

do you really have to follow us everywhere?" Sophia's voice trembled

her voice

saved me from that humiliating accusation. I'm here to make

fixing this mess. Consider tonight your first

vow-Sophia would marry Gilbert, no

swagger, flashing a smile as he called

a politician at his own