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?"

are family.

blood is thicker than water. My father finally realized the truth-you misled

"Whatever. I won't get involved in

blocked

to deliver a warning to

reaching for what doesn't belong

are you talking

state of Paris," Charles hissed. "She has

Guise family

a snarl. "And I have information she caused Guise's death. A murderer doesn't deserve to

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

sneered, his voice

Guise's revenge, his last will gives

absurdity. He turned to Alfred and Kelly, his

two

shrugged, cold and

my son. He has every right to become governor. And I warn you, Alex-this has nothing

kill me, Alfred. That makes it my

"And you?

eyes without flinching. Her voice was

him. He's a

disappointment carved itself into Alex's chest. He stared at her, then shook his

quietly, and walked out, leaving them behind. Hours later,

like

alone, his mind

Lyra Thompson, and Sophia Lancaster-all allies, building states together, a united force strong

now that

his claim

marriage promised to Logan, heir of Manhattan State, a man who commanded a vast private

his fists. The dream he once held slipped through his fingers like

that remained was disappointment, sharp and

"Alex."

through the silence. He turned