The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 355

"Sophia!" Alex burst into the room, his voice sharp with panic.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"Don't come any closer!" she screamed, terror in her voice.

"If Gilbert finds out you're here he'll kill you!"

Alex didn't stop. He crossed the room in seconds, eyes burning, fury barely held in check.

He swept her into his arms, holding her like something precious and broken, and carried her to the bed.

"Put me down! Get out, Alex!" she sobbed, fighting against him with what little strength she had left.

Her body shook with pain-real, raw pain-and her cries hit him like knives. Each tear was a trigger, every tremble fueled the fire inside him.

"You're hurt, Sophia. Let me help you."

"Don't be kind to me," she whispered through tears. "Just go. Please. You cannot be here."

But he wasn't going anywhere.

Alex's eyes scanned her bruised arms, the swollen mess of her face, the blood trickling from a wound on her head.

Rage and helplessness warred in his chest.

Without a word, he pulled out his golden acupuncture needles and began placing them carefully along her neck and head, each touch filled with a precision that belied his boiling anger.

Almost instantly, Sophia's eyelids grew heavy, and she slipped into a deep, restorative sleep.

He moved quickly, expertly placing needles around each bruised area, helping to relieve pain and speed recovery.

He rushed to the bathroom, grabbing a comprehensive first-aid kit from the cabinet.

Returning swiftly, he began carefully stitching her wound, placing seven precise stitches.

Once finished, he covered her gently with a soft blanket, watching her peaceful face for a brief, intense moment.

"You're safe now. And I swear-whoever did this will regret breathing."

Then Alex turned away, his eyes blazing with suppressed fury as he grabbed his phone, making rapid, urgent calls.

As he paced, he stared out the expansive penthouse window, his rage burning hotter with every passing second.

It was rare for Alex to lose control, but this was Sophia-every wound inflicted on her cut him a hundred times deeper.

If he had been attacked, he wouldn't feel half this fury.

But Sophia was different.

She was his heart-vulnerable, breakable, and more precious than anything he'd ever known.

Then his phone buzzed.

One message.

His jaw tightened.

stood, gave Sophia one last look, and quietly shut the bedroom door behind

it was cold, focused fury-a

his Kingswell

He's the one who

immediately tried to

warned you. The man

If I report you, you're

and dangerous. "I'll leave once you tell me

The manager laughed mockingly.

Your girlfriend? She's your death sentence. Drop

miserable life. If you knew who

chuckled

should be begging me for forgiveness, dragging me here like this," the

this, you're

with chilling calm. "Seems your friend has made

table and gave a slight

agent seized the manager's wrist, forcing his

doing?" the manager shouted, panic rising. "You don't know who you're messing

a heavy crystal ashtray from the table and brought it crashing down

manager screamed in agony, collapsing to

need to be," Alex hissed dangerously. "I'm not

Guisie!" the manager

out what you've done to his

from the hotel security cameras. You're

be so damn difficult?" Alex growled, grabbing the

terrified man toward the

city stretched far below in dizzying

up," Alex said coldly,

closer, eyes narrowing with

Guise-letting him lay a finger on Sophia-was the

grip tightened. "When you screw up this bad, you apologize.

flashing in his eyes like a

"Mistake?" he spat.

the dumbass who slept with Gilbert's fiancée.

disgust etched clearly on his

So

closer, eyes locked

I lose my patience right now, I just might throw your pathetic ass through this window. And if

your way to

a dry,

never finished the

him with a single,

man's body hit the window like a battering ram-glass shattered with

Then came silence.

tumbled into the open sky, fifty stories above the

past him and death raced

past and death closed in, a

games, win

stared through the shattered opening,

with dark regret.