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.

to wake. "Where

the way back home,"

ahead, then glanced

thought struck him.

All of them ran," Alex said flatly, his eyes

"Really?" Jose frowned.

the truth-that every one of them was already dead, killed by the

bastard," Jose muttered, William's face burning in

boy I adopted would

him to fate. No-I

Alex said

good person is good, adopted or not. A bad person is bad, even if he's your own flesh and blood. Some adopted sons turn out better than real ones. William... he's just

him out of this

long after, the car pulled up

went pale. It was already dark, but the front

"Something's wrong."

open the door and rushed

awake, dazed, just as Jose disappeared

terrible cry ripped through

anguish in Jose's voice shook the

and Alex bolted inside, their hearts pounding, bracing for what

the house, the sight was chilling. Lucia lay sprawled on the

pooling beneath her

her, William's body was crumpled, face

in his hand.

knelt and rolled William

caught-three bullet wounds gaped

frozen in shock, as if he

her hand,

wound on her head, darkening the

rushing to her side. He lifted her gently,

blood. I don't

get her to a

transfusion she

about three minutes away," Jose barked,

cloth to

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

emergency room doors burst open. Doctors and nurses rushed forward as Jose

bloodied cloth

loss," the lead doctor ordered. "Get her

cut deeper when the doctor realized exactly who

governor's wife," he muttered sharply.

rushed back with the results, her face pale. "Doctor-we don't

face darkened, his

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

blood? Tell me now!" Jose's voice thundered through the room, raw