The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 371

Sophia aimed her gun squarely at Henny, her voice trembling but firm.

"I did everything you asked. I killed Alex. Now let my mother and brother go."

Henny clapped mockingly, a twisted smile spreading across her face.

"I like your spirit, girl! A real woman has to be cunning and ruthless. You know, I killed my own husband because he stood in my way."

Her eyes narrowed with cruel amusement.

"If only you weren't Betty's granddaughter, if only we weren't enemies, I might've actually liked you. But sadly, we are on opposite sides."

Without warning, Henny turned and struck Florence hard across the face.

"Stop it!" Sophia screamed, desperation cracking her voice. "You promised me!"

"Promises!" Henny laughed bitterly. "You're still just a cub, aren't you? Hasn't your

idiot grandmother taught you never to trust your enemy!"

Sophia's face drained of all color, realization crashing down on her.

She'd been naive-painfully, dangerously naive.

Henny's voice turned smooth, almost tender.

"Alright then. This time, I'll give you a real promise... from one Montclair to

another. I'll even think of you as family."

She leaned in, her words like poison wrapped in silk.

"Put that gun to your head and pull the trigger. Do that—and I swear, your mother and Jack walk out alive."

Silence choked the room, heavy as a tomb. Sophia stared in disbelief, her heart thundering in her chest.

Across the room, Clarissa lounged on a velvet sofa, casually sipping from Florence's prized bottle of vintage wine-decades old, saved for some special day that would never come.

Now it was just another trinket spoiled by cruelty.

"Kill yourself!" Henny shouted viciously, grabbing Florence's chin and jerking her head roughly.

"Don't you love your mother? Didn't you kill your worthless ex-husband for her already? Why stop now? Pull the trigger, and I'll spare them both. This time, you have my word."

The world tilted violently around Sophia.

Nausea surged through her, and suddenly she dropped to her knees, retching violently onto the floor.

All her innocence, all her illusions spilled out with it.

hellish life taught her the same brutal lesson: the

cruelest creature alive, believed she needed to become hard

tearing her apart for wounding Henny earlier-a guilt worthless

kind, good-hearted by nature. She never imagined

brought the gun slowly to her temple, tears streaming

she whispered hoarsely. "But remember your promise-let my

cruelly. "God, you're

closed her eyes, her finger tightening on the

she was about to pull it, a strong hand

promised us too, boss. If she's dead, you

dramatically, rolling

your prize. I let her think she could shoot herself because it amused me. Honestly, did anyone really believe I'd spare her family after she killed

here to wipe them all out!

voice rose sharply, turning venomous. "All of

to have fun with

all yours. Take her. Do whatever you want for the next 24 hours... then

rage,

down, painfully true. She

about

flying back from Paris to Vancouver on private

saw your hands shaking till now after you shot Henny. You're pretending to be tough,

time leaves scars, I get it. But trust me if you stay weak, others will take advantage and drain you dry. You have to stop feeling guilty and

away, whispering softly, "Alex, I understand you've lived

a battlefield. To you, anyone who isn't a friend is an

here isn't always war. People have different reasons-we

everyone who crosses

gazing out the

pure, Sophia. I wish your heart never gets stained by this cruel world. But

truth is,

have to

the darkness-to destroy it-so

you can

always bright, Alex," Sophia said firmly. "It was

an apology, and I'll call her

when they finally came face-to-face with Henny

leaned close and whispered urgently, "Sophia, just shoot me. I know

widened

I'll survive,"

got injured there. Doctors put an iron plate in my skull. The

stun me. I'll

sure?" Sophia whispered

knew there was no iron plate,

to be blood. Just enough to make it real for

her resolve. "Do you have the courage to shot me, Sophia? Your heart is gentle, but sometimes you must

raised the gun, eyes