The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 357

Paulo Guise's name echoed through the grand hall.

He stepped inside, expecting news of an inheritance-Norman Guise had said it was about the family estate.

But instead of lawyers or documents, an old woman lunged at him from the shadows, her eyes burning with desperation.

"Paulo! How could you do this to me?" she screamed, voice ragged with pain.

Paulo squinted at her, confused and irritated.

"Who the hell are you?" he spat, shoving her roughly aside.

She hit the floor hard, sobbing uncontrollably.

Her voice cracked with anguish, "I once had everything-a thriving career, a loving family!"

"But you came along. You lied, promised me the world, made me your private secretary, treated me like a queen. I left my husband and kids for you, Paulo!"

She scrambled to her feet and rushed him again.

"Sorry, but I've never known a woman as repulsive as you," Paulo sneered with disgust, slamming his palm into her face and knocking her to the ground again.

"You swore I was your moon, your stars-promised we'd marry."

"But one day before our wedding, you had your thugs kidnap me! They sold me off to traffickers. Do you understand what they did to me? Selling me as sex slave and drugs every day just to numb the pain. You took everything from me you bastard!"

Paulo stared, eyes wide in shock. Recognition hit him like a punch. "Belinda?"

She was once stunning-college model, corporate icon, the pride of the Guise business empire. Out of thousands of workers, Paulo had handpicked her to be his personal secretary, his favorite.

Now, she was gaunt and hollow, aged beyond recognition by years of drugs and abuse. Slowly, she rose from the floor, eyes burning with fury and tears.

"You still remember my name?" she choked out.

"Then answer me one thing. Just tell me why. Why did you do this to me? What did I ever do wrong to you?"

Paulo chuckled bitterly, stepping forward. "You really want to know why?"

"Yes!" Belinda screamed, voice trembling.

"Did you hate me that much? Was it revenge? Tell me why you were so cruel!" Paulo smirked, raising his hand to strike again. "Because I grew bored of you." Belinda collapsed to her knees, blood trickling from her lip, shaking violently. "That's it? You ruined my life just because you got bored?"

"What else did you expect?" Paulo sneered, his voice dripping with scorn. "You were like an old toy-good at first, but disposable. You replace it with something newer, younger. It's simple. Didn't they teach you anything at that fancy university of yours?"

"Yes. I understand now." Belinda nodded slowly, eyes darkening with sudden clarity.

She pulled a handgun from beneath her coat, trembling as she aimed at Paulo and fired.

The shot missed, striking his thigh. Paulo crashed to the floor, roaring in agony. "Belinda! What the hell are you doing? Stop!"

bitterly, stepping closer, gun

Paulo? I'm going to kill

Paulo roared, panic ripping

the guard pretended not

raised her handgun

Belinda! I'm Paulo Guise, damn it! Kill me, and your family will suffer worse than you ever did! I'll sell your mother and sisters too, you worthless bitch!" Belinda fired

howled, clutching at the wound. "Stop,

locked me up, forced themselves on me night after night, I screamed for them to stop. But they never

hitting Paulo's ribs. His breathing turned ragged, eyes

Paulo begged,

ambulance. You're a kind woman,

him, pressing the

whisper. "I believed your lies. Gave up everything-my husband who truly loved me, my child who needed me

eyes pleading desperately.

tears streaming down her face. "Don't worry, Paulo. Remember how you

horrified realization. His final plea was weak and

tightened on the trigger, ready to

the gun, jerking it upward as the bullet

spun around, startled, eyes wide as

voice trembled,

through happiness, sickness, until

was gentle, yet

promise

"Carl?" Belinda blinked, stunned.

she abandoned for riches and luxury- now stood

her for pleasure, and once that faded, he tossed her aside

softly, eyes full of quiet pain. "Will you

"How can you

dropped to one knee, gently

always forgiven you. The real question is, can you

ugly, ruined, dirty. I'm

"Belinda," Carl whispered tenderly,

every ounce of his love into his words. "You're still

of

could ever change

disgusting!" barked an impatient guard

got more of these Guise bastards to

as their tender moment

me," Paulo groaned

spat, raising his gun and silencing Paulo's pleas with a clean shot to

We need this hall cleared for the next

gently guided Belinda toward

passed Alex,

man

knowing

yes. Forgive yourself.