The Almighty Dominance

Alfred Kingston shook his head slowly, his voice edged with disdain.

"Alex, I'll admit you have courage. But the line between bravery and stupidity is razor-thin."

"And right now, you're nothing but a fool who doesn't even know his own limits. You're nothing-worthless. You're not even qualified to be our enemy."

Alex's gaze was unflinching. "Mr. Kingston, a man is meant to be destroyed, not defeated."

Alfred's lips curled into a bitter smile. He exhaled sharply, then barked, "Fine! Very well! You're fearless, I'll give you that. If you want to be destroyed, so be it."

"But for the sake of our past ties, I'll give you one chance. Stop seeing Jasmine. Cut all ties with her, and I won't hold this against you. But if you persist, you'll face the consequences. We will crush you. Now get out."

He rose from his chair, his body language final-conversation over.

Alex rose to his feet and walked toward the door. After a few steps, he stopped and turned. His voice was calm, deliberate.

"Mr. Kingston."

Alfred's eyes narrowed. "What? Have you changed your mind?"

Alex shook his head. "I will never change my mind. But because of our past connection, I'll say this. Your health is failing. I doubt you'll last another week."

The words hit like a hammer. Alfred's brow furrowed, his voice harsh. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Alex's gaze hardened, cutting like a blade. "Your skin is dark, your pupils clouded with a sickly hue. If I'm not mistaken, you've been poisoned."

Alfred snapped back, fury and disbelief flaring.

"Nonsense! You think you can scare me with cheap tricks? Just because you're a doctor, you want me to beg for my life? You underestimate me!"

"Mr. Kingston," Alex's voice was grave, steady. "I'm not joking. This isn't a normal poison. Within a week, it will flare up, and when it does... it will kill you."

"Enough!" Alfred roared, refusing to hear more. "Get out of my sight."

"I've done all I can," Alex said quietly, then walked toward the exit. But as he opened the door, he froze. Charles Kingston stood in the doorway.

Alex's eyes flicked between father and son. A dry smile touched his lips. "So... father and son are back on the same side?"

sneered. "We are family. We

you, but blood

"Whatever. I won't get involved

blocked

"I want you to deliver a

what doesn't belong to

are

hissed. "She has no right to sit in that governor's

"She has documents showing the Guise family

she caused Guise's death. A murderer

laughed coldly. "So if she's unfit to be

sneered, his voice

I kill you and finish Guise's revenge, his last will gives

laughed at the absurdity. He turned to Alfred and Kelly, his

two support

cold

every right to become governor. And I warn you, Alex-this

to kill me, Alfred. That makes it my

gaze shifted to Kelly. "And

without flinching. Her voice was

then yes, I'll support him. He's a Kingston, and so am

into Alex's chest. He stared at her, then

said quietly, and walked out, leaving them behind. Hours later, Alex stepped into the

like

his mind

Sophia Lancaster-all allies, building states together, a united force strong enough

now that

Charles in his claim for Paris. Sophia would stand her ground, supported

marriage promised to Logan, heir of Manhattan State, a

he once held slipped through

that remained was disappointment, sharp and

"Alex."

He turned and saw