The Almighty Dominance

The next morning, the Kingston family mansion was anything but quiet.

Alfred Kingston had called an emergency family meeting, summoning everyone back to the old estate.

And one by one, every Kingston arrived-none dared to be absent.

As the eldest, Alfred had always been the pillar, but today his eyes carried something different-steel and fire.

His brothers David and Samuel, and his younger sister Sarah, all married with families of their own, filled the long table, their children sitting quietly nearby.

David leaned back, irritation plain on his face. "Alfred, I was in the middle of business when your emergency message came through. What's going on?"

Sarah scoffed, flashing her diamond bracelets.

"Big brother, the money you send isn't enough for me to live the way I deserve. When you summon us like this, we drop everything. So when this circus is over, you'd better transfer more into my account."

Samuel's eyes narrowed, his voice edged with challenge. "What's this about, Alfred? Don't tell me you've finally decided to step down."

The words were barely out when Alfred's palm slammed the table like thunder.

The polished oak cracked under the force, five deep grooves splitting its surface, and silence bowed.

No one had ever seen Alfred like this.

He was the brother who always smiled, who gave without limit, who seemed untouchable by anger.

But now, rage burned in his eyes, and the weight of it made even his nephews and nieces lower their heads.

Alfred's voice came low, "The Kingston family is one step from destruction. And you—each of you play like spoiled children while our house crumbles. Enough is enough."

David bristled. "What are you talking about? The Kingston family is the most powerful in the country. We own Los Angeles, Vancouver, Vermont soon Paris will be on our pocket. We're untouchable."

"Untouchable?" Alfred's growl was a blade.

"Next time, turn on the damn news before you open your mouth. Vermont's already gone-Kelly lost it. Jericho Kane, our sworn enemy, has it back in his grasp."

"And Vancouver? It's hanging by a thread, ready to fall straight into the hands of the Kings."

Shock rippled around the table.

"How the hell could this happen?" David's voice cracked.

"This isn't possible!" Sarah gasped, the glitter in her eyes fading into fear.

Samuel's fists clenched tight, "Explain yourself, Alfred! What the hell have you done?"

"At the last meeting, we all agreed-we'd throw everything we had into taking Paris. With that win, we'd control four states. We were one move away from being crowned kings of this entire country!"

"Kelly!" Sarah turned on Kelly, her eyes wide and frantic. "You're the governor of Vermont-tell me you didn't screw this up!"

Kelly stayed silent. Though adopted, she'd been in this family long enough to understand her place and Sarah's.

With Sarah, words were weapons, and once she started, she never stopped. No one ever won an argument with her.

'Silence is the true friend that never betrays.'

Sarah's hand slammed down on the table with a crack. "Kelly! Why the hell are you sitting there in silence? Where's your responsibility?"

"If you'd done your damn job as Vermont's governor, no one would've stolen that position."

mess is on you. And if my allowance gets cut because of your failure, you'll regret the day you were born!

the room. "We don't have time

important than losing Vermont? All because of your adopted daughter. You should've never

die in the street. Next

"Did any of you hear what

got rolled up along with the corrupt cops. The media can't stop talking

proving Kingswell's muscle works better than the government. The governor there? Couldn't even

nothing but a show-off. All he does

damn him for not even inviting me into his harem. Anyway, Alfred-what's it got to do

the throb of a headache building. How did he end up

is your niece. The Prime Minister's already put us on notice: if she

scoff. "Then it's simple. Just send Jasmine

is under house arrest. We cannot allow her

across his face. "And why the hell

leaned forward, "Because we already agreed to back Charles for the Paris

"Yes, yes, we all know that. Just say what you mean, Alfred, and stop circling around. I don't care about your politics-all I care about is that my

Gilbert's last will. It states his inheritance will

only way to lock down the Paris governor's seat is through Gilbert's

her

simple. Kill Alexander Kingsley. He's no longer with Kingswell. Killing a man stripped of power, a beggar

Charles ready to

them. But Jasmine—" his voice cracked like steel-"Jasmine

them touched him. So I had no choice but asked Charles to lock her

was never her strength. "What do you mean, Alfred? Explain it

"The Prime Minister has made it clear-if we don't put Jasmine back in her post, the government will strip

if we release her, she'll tear

his fist against

Let her focus only on Vancouver. She's your daughter, Alfred-damn

flushed

your fucking mouth,

every

hand down so hard

the room.

habit of slamming the

every damn

it. And your daughter —she was chosen by you. We paid for her seat too. She belongs to the family's will, not

"If we tell her to move right,

erupted like a wildfire. Voices overlapped,

corner.

Alfred's nieces and nephews jumped into the fray, shouting across

in that

weak woman the governorship? I'd do a thousand

the words grew harsher, sharper, like knives thrown

into chaos, the Kingston

voice cut through

seems all of you enjoy stabbing each other in the back. Do you want

one

fell into dead

Sarah tried to

Alfred snapped, his

"How dare you silence me,

like you don't

you're in trouble, suddenly you demand

not your servants. You're nothing but