The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 346

That would only happen if Sophia chose the light over the darkness.

But doubt haunted Sophia's every thought whenever she watched Alex.

No matter how desperately she wanted to run into his arms, to escape into the promise of a new life-fear held her.

What if Gilbert killed her brother?

What if her mother died by Gilbert's ruthless hand?

What if Gilbert sent his men to hunt Alex down?

Every nightmare clawed at her mind, keeping her chained in place.

Sophia's feet felt glued to the floor as Alex turned toward the door.

Her heart screamed for her to move, to shout, to do something. She was going to lose Alex forever-but fear gripped her harder, dragging her down like an anchor.

Sophia raised a trembling hand, desperate to reach out, but her fear tightened its grip, heavier and more suffocating than ever.

All she could do was stand frozen, watching helplessly as Alex walked away.

She knew this was the end, but it felt like a painful mercy.

Her brother would be safe, her mother would survive, and Alex could live without harm.

Yet, if everything was supposed to be fine, why was her heart breaking so violently?

Yes, they were safe-but who would save her?

Her chest tightened until she could barely breathe. Agony crushed her like a vice.

The panicked hotel staff suddenly rushed in through the shattered door.

The manager called for an ambulance for Gilbert, chaos erupting around her — but Sophia simply collapsed in the corner, burying her face in silent tears.

She was never a fighter.

Crying alone had always been her comfort.

As sorrow overwhelmed her, darkness flooded her vision, pulling her into unconsciousness.

The hotel staff found her limp on the floor and frantically called for help.

Meanwhile, even after returning to the clinic, Alex couldn't shake the ache Sophia had left behind.

Her rejection had been a devastating blow.

He'd never imagined she would treat his feelings like a toy.

They could have parted peacefully, but she'd chosen to create bitterness instead.

what he'd done to

Nothing made sense.

time to let go once and

opened the clinic doors, a sleek black car skidded to

scanning the room with

set down his coffee. "That's me. Mind telling me what this

of Mr. Gilbert Guise," the man sneered, emphasizing the name as if it were

two choices: fight to prove your innocence in the arena, or let the police drag you away

Alex understood immediately.

culture-justice often decided through strength and spectacle

to humiliate him publicly, demonstrating his dominance

the man's gaze

done with Sophia, done with the tangled mess she'd made of

refuse," he replied coldly. "Frankly, I've lost

fool!" the

one has ever dared to refuse a challenge from the Guise family. Listen

you down ourselves.

become ten-one for each of your loved ones. Think it

narrowed his eyes, his voice deadly calm. "Is that a

it is!" the messenger

Paris Arena. Be there or brace yourself for what's

everywhere. Instead of dying like a scared rat, why not face your

then your worthless pride stays intact, and innocent blood

shook his head, weary and disgusted.

cruelly. "Suit yourself. But think hard about your choice."

a chair, his mind

had lost Sophia, and now trouble kept

noon, Lyra rushed into his clinic, her

Are you really planning to fight

I am not," Alex said,

Lyra shoved her phone into his

screen flashed a poster announcing tomorrow's duel: "Thunder

Alex the Loser -

any

never agreed to it," Alex

shaking her head. "Then the

rumors?" Alex

never fights fair. Whenever someone crosses them, they force them into a duel against

"This

Pel-he's known as the

ver

of Death. He's slaughtered two

of the Guise famina,

fury. “So, they abuse their power

Lyra

grimly. "Some people