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.

Sophia one last look, and quietly shut the bedroom door

softness was gone from his face. What replaced it was cold, focused fury-a storm barely contained

of his Kingswell agents shoved a pale, trembling

hotel manager. He's the one who unlocked the door for

tried to

you. The man

you still can. If I report you, you're

dangerous. "I'll leave once

The manager laughed mockingly.

girlfriend? She's your death sentence. Drop her

If you knew who you're dealing

Alex chuckled darkly.

begging me for forgiveness,

I report this, you're

chilling calm. "Seems your friend has made you

at the table and

manager's wrist, forcing his hand

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

crystal ashtray from the table and brought it crashing down onto the

manager screamed in agony,

harder than they need to be,"

Guisie!" the manager

he finds out what

has your face from the hotel security cameras. You're dead-you

Alex growled, grabbing the hotel manager by the

forced the terrified man toward the penthouse's

city stretched far

up," Alex said coldly, his

leaned closer, eyes narrowing with controlled

a finger on Sophia-was the worst

you screw up this bad, you apologize.

like a fool lighting

"Mistake?" he spat.

Gilbert's fiancée. If anyone needs to beg,

disgust etched clearly

So let me

in closer, eyes locked

I just might throw your pathetic ass through this window. And if

your way

let out a dry, arrogant laugh. "You wouldn't

never finished the

launched him with a

hit the window like a battering ram-glass shattered

Then came silence.

the open sky, fifty stories

past him and death raced to

the wind rushed past and death closed in, a mocking thought flashed through

stupid games, win

the shattered opening, grim satisfaction

with dark regret.