The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 352

Sophia opened her mouth, but the words froze in her throat.

She had tried countless times to confess everything, but each time she failed.

She knew Alex was strong, but what good was strength when your enemy could bring two men with guns to finish the job?

Life wasn't fair-it never was.

It wasn't a fair fight in some arena where you squared off one-on-one.

Gilbert had hundreds of killers at his disposal, waiting for his signal.

The most painful part was knowing Alex's heart. Once he learned the truth, he wouldn't hesitate to put himself in danger for her.

He would foolishly become Gilbert's enemy, rushing headlong toward death.

And it would all be her fault.

All Sophia wanted was for Alex to live a peaceful life.

If she had to bear his hatred, become his enemy, and carry that torment to her grave, she would accept it gladly.

Yet, Sophia wondered bitterly, would Alex miss her after she was gone?

Would he ever realize the terrible truth behind her sacrifice?

No-he would probably just hate her forever.

"How are things with Jasmine?"

Alex stared at her in disbelief.

He shook his head, frustration etched deep into his features.

"Sophia, I don't know what sick game you're playing, but I'm damn tired of it."

He snatched a cheap beer from the table, popped the cap off roughly, and drank it down angrily.

"If you must know," he snapped, deliberately trying to hurt her, "Jasmine and I are doing great. We've even talked about getting married."

His words pierced Sophia like a knife. A sharp, unbearable pain clenched around her heart.

She thought she was prepared for anything-even death-but hearing Alex say he would marry Jasmine was too much.

Jealousy and despair surged through her veins, clouding her thoughts.

Without a word, she yanked a chair back, snatched the beer bottle off the table, and poured herself a full glass.

She downed it in one angry gulp, her hand trembling.

Alex stared, baffled. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm thirsty—can't you see that?" she snapped, her eyes sharp with defiance.

She poured another glass, her movements quick and unsteady, and drank it down in one furious gulp.

But the bitter liquid did nothing to ease the storm raging inside her, so she immediately poured another.

"Hey! That's my beer!" Alex protested, reaching for the bottle.

"So what?" Sophia spat back harshly, mocking him openly.

"Are you seriously this pathetic over one beer? Owner! Bring us more bottles- he's paying!"

The street food keeper quickly obliged, delighted by the sudden request.

More bottles appeared on the table, and Sophia drank fiercely, determined to numb her pain.

his head, Alex glared at her, frustration mixing dangerously

I'm paying for it, I'll drink too," he growled, grabbing another beer

desperate and fierce, as if alcohol could wash away their

silence lingered between them, punctuated

had long since cleared away the bodies, and over time, people began to

returned to normal, and the street food stalls started filling up again

Jasmine is... a wonderful woman. She really cares about

coldly,

than me. Maybe you're the one who should be worried about

nodded slowly, the sting of

whispered bitterly, taking another large gulp of beer.

suddenly, her eyes flashed with pain

know what? Maybe Jasmine should marry Gilbert instead! Rich man, rich woman-perfect match! And maybe you and I should have gotten married. Then neither of us would have to

inside him, his fist clenched, nearly slamming the table in

her, demand she explain what twisted logic filled

truly understand a

no man could ever really

flushed deep crimson, her eyes glazed and

was drunk-no doubt

her palm against the table and shouted, "You

Alex. He nearly jumped

glass

sit there and make a woman

beneath the table. Every instinct told him to storm away

flushed face, wild eyes, and the

the bottle and reluctantly

snatched the glass and drained it

sneered loudly, slamming the empty

you like me or

control the storm inside him. "You're drunk, Sophia. Let's not do

the bottle again, but her voice rose sharply, slicing through the hum

to sleep with me the first night we met

with your child and now you can't even

head in the area turned sharply toward

the crowd as accusing eyes burned into Alex,

head spin with embarrassment.

curious onlookers, hands

had

her chair,

she yelled,

plainly: Do you

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spineless coward! If you truly

around them nodded vigorously, urging

desperately, waving for attention. "We're done here. I'll

owner approached with a knowing

man," he said earnestly, "take some advice from me. If

back. Life is short-regrets

triumphantly, her

you dared to take me, then you should damn well dare

love me!"

stood quickly, pulling gently at her arm. "Sophia,

screamed, tears suddenly pouring down her flushed

admit right now that you

felt the walls closing

growing restless, amused whispers spreading from table to table. He bent closer, voice strained. Sophia, please lower your

Sophia shouted, spinning around to face the entire

idiot to admit he loves me-otherwise, I'm

foot in that hotel

face burned

hell did that