The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 383

"Don't call me mother. I never had a son like you. You're evil incarnate!"

Lucia's voice cracked, tears spilling down her face, her chest aching as if her heart itself were being torn apart.

"Whatever," William said coldly.

"I'll always be your son. Even when you're dead, I'll still be your son-the one who inherits everything you own."

With a vicious swing, the baseball bat smashed against Lucia's head.

The sickening thud echoed through the room.

Her body crumpled to the floor.

A jagged wound split open on her scalp, blood seeping fast, pooling across the

floor, soaking into her clothes, staining his.

"Wait..." Lucia gasped, her voice trembling.

"What?" William sneered, his eyes blazing with contempt.

"Want to beg for forgiveness? You're already old. What's the point of living longer? You drove your own daughter away. If you need someone to blame, blame yourself!"

"Where... where did you bury Maria's body?" Lucia whispered, her voice broken with tears and pain.

William's smile twisted into something cruel.

"For years, you sat on that bench, staring at the farm gate, waiting for Maria to come back."

He leaned in, savoring the words.

"So I gave you what you wanted. I buried her beneath that very bench. While you sat there, day after day, she was always right under your feet."

"You thought you were waiting for her return-when in truth, you were sitting on her grave."

His laugh cracked like a whip, sharp and mocking.

"Ironic, isn't it? Almost funny. Sometimes it makes me want to laugh until I choke."

Lucia's sob tore through the air. "You're a monster!"

"I'm the monster you raised,” William hissed. “Remember—it all started with you. You're the one who drove your daughter away!"

The words carved straight into her soul. Regret crushed her.

She had always thought-if only she'd let her daughter marry the man she loved, none of this would have happened.

"Now die," William spat. He raised the bat again, higher this time, rage burning through him, and swung with everything he had.

On the road, Alex gripped the wheel, driving fast through the night.

was the first to wake.

the way back

then glanced at Josephine,

struck him. "What

came. They heard the sirens. All of them ran," Alex said flatly, his eyes locked on

"Really?" Jose frowned.

one of them was already dead, killed by the very bullets they had

William's face burning in his

I adopted would grow into such a monster.

No-I should never

Alex said

is bad, even if he's your own flesh and blood. Some adopted sons turn out better than real ones. William... he's

of this state!

car pulled up

was already dark, but the

"Something's wrong."

the door and rushed out of

dazed, just as Jose disappeared

cry ripped

The anguish in Jose's voice

their hearts pounding, bracing for what waited beyond

was chilling. Lucia lay

blood pooling

crumpled, face down, a baseball bat still

in his hand.

and rolled

caught-three bullet wounds gaped in the young man's

if he had never believed his victim would

had slipped from her hand, lying inches from her

streamed from the wound on her head,

muttered, rushing to her side. He lifted her gently, pressing

lost a lot of blood. I

can get her

her a transfusion she

a hospital about three minutes away," Jose barked, snatching his

kneeling, pressing cloth to Lucia's wound,

they carried her out, piling into the van, speeding into

and nurses rushed forward

into a bay, stripping bloodied cloth away, their voices urgent and

blood loss," the lead doctor

the doctor realized exactly

governor's wife," he

with the results, her face pale. "Doctor-we

darkened, his brows

you mean you don't have it? How can a hospital this size not

is my wife's blood? Tell me now!" Jose's voice thundered through the room, raw with fury