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.

gave Sophia one last look, and quietly shut

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

one of his Kingswell agents shoved

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

immediately tried to intimidate

man behind this is powerful. You'd

If I report you, you're

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

The manager laughed mockingly.

girlfriend? She's your death sentence. Drop

life. If you knew who you're dealing with, you'd already have

chuckled darkly.

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

report this,

"Seems your friend

the table and gave a slight

agent seized the manager's wrist, forcing

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

from the table and brought it

agony, collapsing

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

Gilbert! Gilbert Guisie!" the

son, you bastard! Once he finds out what you've done

the hotel security cameras. You're dead-you

does everything have to be so damn difficult?" Alex growled, grabbing the hotel manager by the shoulders with

toward the

stretched far below in dizzying

messed up," Alex said coldly, his

closer, eyes

for Gilbert Guise-letting him lay a finger on Sophia-was the worst mistake of your

screw up this bad, you apologize. You beg for forgiveness. Got

his eyes like a fool lighting a match in

"Mistake?" he spat.

Gilbert's fiancée. If anyone needs to beg,

slowly, disgust

have a communication problem. So let me make it

in closer, eyes locked and

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

your way to

manager let out a dry, arrogant laugh.

never finished

launched him with a single, brutal

ram-glass shattered with a deafening

Then came silence.

open sky, fifty stories above the

past him and death

death closed in, a mocking

games, win

the shattered

with dark regret.