The Almighty Dominance

Prime Hospital, Los Angeles.

Charles Kingston pushed through the glass doors with the kind of stride that said the world still bent for him.

Behind him, his girlfriend limped pitifully, her face twisted with pain—yet all she carried was a single scratch on her arm.

A long line snaked past the reception desk.

Charles didn't join it. He cut in front of the nearest man without a second thought.

"Hey,” the man protested. Charles kept walking.

At the desk Charles leaned in, voice sharp as a knife. "Nurse. Get me the best doctor you have. Now."

The receptionist, a young woman—already irritated from seeing them cut the line -glanced once at the woman clinging desperately to Charles.

Her arm bore nothing more than a shallow scratch, blood already dried into thin red lines. Yet the woman sobbed like her life was slipping away.

Even a five-year-old wouldn't cry this hard over something so small, the nurse thought. But the woman pressed harder into Charles, wailing:

"Darling, what's happening to me? Am I going to die? I don't want to die-please, please help me."

The nurse's patience snapped. Her tone was clipped, professional but sharp.

"The best doctor is in surgery. If you go to triage, a nurse can clean and dress it. Or you can cross the street and buy a bandage. You'll be fine. And next time— don't cut the line. Next."

Charles slammed his palm on the counter until the wood rang. The reception area froze.

"You damn nurse,” he spat. "Don't you know who I am? My girlfriend is bleeding. Call your best doctor, now."

The nurse didn't flinch. "Sir, I don't care who you are. If you make trouble, I'll call security and you'll be asked to leave."

Charles laughed, a cold, high sound. "You, a little nurse, threatening to call security on me?"

"Who the hell do you think you are?" he barked and hooked five fingers under the nurse's collar and dragged him closer.

"Call the best doctor now," Charles hissed. "Or you'll regret it."

A man behind Charles-the one he'd shoved out of line-stepped forward and clamped a firm hand on Charles' shoulder.

“Leave the nurse alone,” he said, voice steady. “She already told you. Your woman just needs a bandage. Stop making a damn scene."

Charles spun, rage burning in his eyes.

"Take your hand off me, bastard." His face twisted into something wild, the kind of look that made normal men wonder if he was drunk, high, or just rotting with arrogance.

The stranger saw the madness burning in Charles' eyes and chose not to push further. He lifted both hands in surrender.

"Whatever, man. But remember this arrogance brings loss. Humility brings gain."

Charles sneered, lip curling like a whip. "Yeah? Save those words for the poor fools like you."

Then he hauled the nurse forward. "Call the doctor. Now."

"I can't!" the nurse shouted, voice cracking. "Doctor Hendrick is in the OR. He's in the middle of a procedure. I can't—”

"Then pull him out!" Charles barked. "This is an emergency too!"

"I can't!" the nurse repeated, helpless and steady all at once.

Charles lost it. The thin mask of barely-there politeness ripped away, and the fury beneath—always as fragile as tissue divided ten times over-shattered in an

instant.

He grabbed a fistful of the nurse's long hair and slammed the young woman's head against the counter.

Red spattered the reception wood. The nurse's nose burst open and blood ran hot across her lip.

roared. "Don't make me wait,

on Charles back grabbed Charles' shoulder hard, trying

a blow at him. "Back off, you little shit. You think you can touch me like anyone else?

"Oh, Charles Kingston... sorry. Thought you were

finally

the man shot

went red. He leaned in, venom in his voice. "Don't make

Last time you played judge, the courthouse filed a restraining

broke something

He didn't argue.

closed the distance and slammed his fist into

blood sprayed, and the man folded to the tile in a stunned heap. People in the queue closed

you down

hard sound. "You gonna take me? You'll regret the day you were

barked, "Guards! What are you waiting for? Do you want me knocked down before you

in, wheeling Kelly Kingston behind them, her legs mangled and

bolted ahead with

through the halls in a wheelchair, they fought to keep

her chair cleared the doorway, they found Charles already in the middle

rose, chaos churned, and his orders

guards had no choice-they let Kelly go and dove into the crowd, plowing through bodies with brutal, practiced

the reception. Shouts, scuffling feet,

hauled the nurse up by her hair again, the young

Charles whispered, menace coiling through each word. "Call your best doctor now

nurse's hands trembled, but she snatched the phone and

"Doctor Hendrick - we need you

a man's chest

gloves; the operating room smelled of antiseptic

iron.

come out now!" he barked at the wall speaker. "I'm

the speaker. "You have to get out here reception's filling up. Ten people are

could die out here."

to' s

clenched. "Don't be dramatic," he

until I'm done."

the wall came back, urgent and

come here right now, I'm going to

our affair to your

with a metallic clang. Hendrick's face

didn't waste another word. "Hold

out, nurses and assistants staring as he passed. Whispers rippled through the

he really does

the

struck him like a gunfight-bodies scattered across the tile, blood

woman in a wheelchair: Kelly Kingston. Both legs crushed, mangled beneath

"If we don't operate now, you'll lose both

toward the corridor.

other victims. They were battered, but breathing,

but a hand slammed down

think you're going?"

back. "Her condition is critical. Do

yanking his girlfriend closer. "You treat

Charles. Her arms were scratched, dried blood crusting like rust. She was

he was insane. "I don't have time to play with you," he said coldly, and shoved the wheelchair forward again. Charles' hand

through wet lashes, her

that moment she couldn't understand why she'd ever backed Charles, why she'd turned on Alex, every choice

why

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