The Almighty Dominance

Bernard F. Peterson was the Vice Governor of Vinland State.

At fifty, he was still considered young for a politician, and his ambition burned hotter than ever-he wanted the Governor's seat.

But that dream never found its flame.

Jose, the old but unshakable Governor, still held the people's hearts.

Every time Bernard tried to convince the public that Vinland needed a younger, stronger leader to carry it into a modern era of weapons and technology instead of clinging to outdated agriculture, the people ignored him.

Only the restless younger generation listened.

"William, you'd make a fine Governor," Bernard told him again and again. "Your father is old. You should ask him to retire early."

He never missed a chance to feed William's ambition, whispering poison into his ear, urging him toward the throne.

But Bernard knew the truth-William was useless.

Ambitious, yes, but stupid, a fool with no brains.

That made William the perfect fool-a pawn Bernard could use to strike against his own father.

He worked from every angle-pressuring William through friends, planting a woman as his fake lover, feeding him poisonous ideas, even whispering that Jose might have to be killed.

So William could take the Governor's seat faster.

The plan was simple: if William killed Jose, Bernard would accuse him of murdering his own father and use it as the perfect excuse to eliminate him.

Then Bernard would rise as the rightful Governor.

He had been sharpening this scheme for years.

But fate twisted the game. William died first.

For Bernard, this wasn't a loss—it was an opening.

With William gone, Jose stood without an heir.

And now, the path to power finally looked clear.

But the news from his bribed nurse at Jose's station crushed that fantasy.

Jose had a granddaughter.

Real or not, it didn't matter-she stood in his way. And so, Bernard made his

move.

He called the Chief of Police.

"Find the girl. Bring her to me. Before she even thinks of succeeding Jose, she must be eliminated."

Bernard knew Jose would rage, but what could the old man do?

He was frail, diminished, a shadow of his former self.

had even seen William beat Jose bloody once, the old Jose unable

mighty Governor had grown weak-a lion with no teeth, capable only

before him, staring into those

Chief's pistol and

as Bernard expected, Jose pulled the trigger-but he

grazed Bernard's temple, proof that the old man no longer

Bernard sneered,

too broken. It's time to retire. Let

Bernard!" Jose roared,

Bernard's laugh rang out, sharp and cruel. He turned to the

pointed a gun at me, interfered with the police in their duty. Tell me, what

gave a sly smile, professional

police weapon, attempted to shoot your Vice Governor. This raises serious questions about your fitness

toward Jose's granddaughter. "And don't forget the girl. She killed William and wounded Lucia. That blood

his command, voice sharp and

that young woman

roared, raising his pistol, his frail frame shielding Josephine with what

the tension. “Just take her! That old man is all bark and no bite. He's nothing but an obstacle to

Then it happened.

through the

nose as he crashed to

turned. The silence was

raised. He had slapped the Vice

Vice Governor!" the Chief of Police shouted,

could react, Alex turned and delivered another open-handed blow -this time across

man stumbled back, humiliated

the Chief of Police!" he sputtered, clutching his cheek. "How

cut him off,

four officers drew back, enraged,

moved like a storm, his hands striking faster than they

so

after another, they collapsed, unconscious, sprawled on

and the Chief remained upright, both staring in

"You bastard!" Bernard spat.

strike, the slap ringing out

Chief tried to speak, Alex's

noses broke, their teeth spilled onto the

to rise, he knocked them

forced to their knees, staring

faced a man who refused to argue, who gave no speeches, who

Alex turned

I'm taking her with me. And you'll never see her again.

Josephine's hand, dragging her

cried, voice breaking. "I can

"You can't even protect yourself. If you want

alone. Don't drag

into your grave."

words hit harder than any

clenched-because Alex was

who