The Almighty Dominance

Alex's heart went cold, twisted by a deep pang of regret.

Hurting Sophia was never his intention.

She was his everything-his reason for breathing-but everything about her drove his emotions beyond control.

Near her, his heart became a storm of love and pain, so fierce he couldn't think straight.

He wanted revenge on everyone who had ever hurt Sophia, even her own mother.

Yet now, seeing Sophia rush between them, all he could feel was guilt.

He stood frozen, eyes heavy with shame, unsure how to even begin to explain himself.

Sophia stared at Alex, eyes gentle despite the tension.

"It's okay," she whispered softly. "I know you didn't mean it. I just don't want you to hurt my mother, even if she's the one who's wrong."

Alex lowered his gaze, voice barely audible. "I'm sorry."

Sophia stepped closer and wrapped her arms around him.

"Don't apologize," she murmured into his chest.

"I know exactly why you acted that way. I was there-I saw what happened when Laura Montclair sent those soldiers after you."

"But I still hurt you," Alex said, his voice heavy with regret.

Sophia gently cupped his face, forcing him to meet her eyes.

"Alex, I've hurt you countless times. Honestly, it's almost a relief that you hit me back."

"Sophia!" Florence staggered backward, nearly losing her footing, fury blazing in her eyes.

"Unbelievable! Did he just try to lay his filthy hands on me? Look closely, Sophia! This is the man you love? I'd rather see him dead! Do you hear me? Dead!"

"Enough!" Sophia spun around sharply, glaring at Florence.

"You were the one who started hitting first, Mom. If you don't shut your mouth right now, I'm walking out of this place forever."

Florence's rage trembled visibly, but seeing the fierce determination in her daughter's face, she forced herself to hold back her venom.

through the tension like a knife, her

man to strike me! Have you

Sophia said

here today, but

your puppet. Even without your help, I would still be Governor of Paris.

you the right to speak

slowly,

watch their mouth, Clarissa Montclair, it's you

again, but Henny raised her

my

clearly, I'll show you no mercy for your

stare evenly, calm yet

of Chicago, Lyra Thompson,

me the other day

Montclair owes

government over a billion

dirty money

Montclair, your daughter, in the name of

planned to

it's clear Montclair doesn't need my

took out her phone and dialed a

suggest you go all out. No need to hold

was

to put Sophia in her place. Never in her

imagine that the obedient lamb she planned to tame

lion.

Montclair!" Henny jumped to her feet, her voice

"Do

n understand how

you even

are? You think

because you're the acting

foundations of our

eyes

hear that, Lyra? Henny Montclair just

foundation. What do you think

anger, her fists clenched tightly, but