The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 433

“No—Bella, you can't— you can't do this to me!" Charles screamed.

Panic shredded his voice. Minutes ago he'd been on the edge of everything he'd wanted. This couldn't be the end.

He refused to accept it. He had sacrificed too much to get here — fought,

schemed, and clawed his way to the top.

He wasn't about to lose everything now.

Bella's face was a blade. "You kill my man and think you'll walk away untouched?"

She spat. "Think you're invincible? That the world spins for you?"

"Bella, please," Charles croaked, clutching at air. "I have Guise's will-inheritance. I'll pay. Money will fix this. A billion—ten billion—anything. Just let me go."

Her laugh was low and cruel. "Why should I hand you what's mine? All that money will be mine once you're dead. I only need your eyes and your fingerprints."

"How do you-?" Charles gasped.

"I paid Mike," Bella growled. "You think Mike's on your side?" Her eyes were cold steel. "Now give me your eyes and your hands."

"Take Paris," Charles babbled, his voice raw with panic.

"Take the state and all the money - you don't need my eyes or my fingerprints. I'll sign everything over. Put it all in your name. I want nothing. Just leave me alive. Please."

Regret hit him like ice; too late he understood the cost of his choices.

"No," Bella said, voice cold and hard. "I don't want your money, nor your state. I want Alex alive. Can you give me that?"

Charles went still, the color draining from his face.

"Then you'll suffer for what you've done." Bella's voice had no softness left. "Cut his eyes, his hands, his tongue-but keep him alive."

"No-no! Please, don't!" Charles screamed, voice raw and ragged. "Please- please—"

The two bodyguards moved with machine precision: silent, efficient, pitiless.

They worked with surgical calm. Taking Charles eyes without anesthesia, cutting his hands and even cut his tongue.

They bound and cut just enough to leave a breathing corpse-powerless, humiliated.

A van door opened. They dumped Charles into the middle of a crowded street.

His blood-slicked body hit pavement.

"Help—” he tried to scream, but blood choked the sound. Nothing came out.

Phones rose like a tide. Faces leaned in to capture the spectacle. No one rushed; everyone filmed.

"Isn't that Charles Kingston?" someone muttered. "The one who kills at the orphanage?"

The whispered accusations circled him. Hands held out phones instead of help. The crowd closed, hungry for scandal.

"No—” Charles sobbed, tears tangled with blood.

'This is not the dream I wanted. This is not the life I wanted. Please-please-'

god and forgotten he was only

sat in the hospital room, eyes glued to the screen. The live feed showed

the hospital and will be held for questioning in

the word hollow. "My son... how could

shook. "Please tell me that's not our

man stepped through the hospital doors — a preacher, calm and certain, not fitting the

"Mr. and Mrs. Kingston, my

"We

Wealth is the seed of ruin. If you'd chosen kindness over greed, none

Get out of here," Alfred

reached into his coat and produced a

ten million dollars,” he said, voice flat. "With that, hundreds of poor children could be saved. They could be educated. For the good

panic flaring. She fumbled for the nurse call button but her

"No-no," she cried.

pressed the gun

poor. You killed Bella's father. You ruined that

you think it's fair that you can kill and not be touched? Do unto others as you wish done to you. This is justice, Alfred

Daniel said, voice calm but steady. "But you planted evil too much, Alfred.

broke. Regret flooded his

saw it all — every mistake, every selfish decision that had built

ways I could've lived differently. I could've been a good governor. I could've ignored greed. I could've

The gun fired.

air like thunder in a closed room. Alfred's eyes went wide- then empty. His body slumped

screamed, raw and piercing. Daniel turned, unshaken, raised the gun again, and

Creator forgive you for your sins," he said softly-

instantly. Blood hit the white

hall, Charles Kingston was still strapped to the bed,

beside him, one handcuff around his remaining wrist. The

Jessica Kingston have

suffered gunshot

world froze. His chest heaved; his throat

what was

to scream, but

mixed with blood at

looked away. Pity or disgust - he couldn't tell. He only knew

of ruin had

years ago, he had everything - money, power, respect, a name people

His empire, his

through mutilated breath. "What did

voice became nothing but air and agony. The

rewind. The nightmare wouldn't

city, Bella's hands shook as she grabbed a bottle of

out the cork, poured recklessly, and drank straight from the glass as

wine burned her throat. For a moment, it blurred the edges of her grief — but only for a

eyes glassy with tears, and

to drown my sorrow...

he stepped

it," Bella replied, her

the others, coordinating the transaction on a tablet as

the numbers - they were

by the window, half

kill Charles?" she had asked him. "My father said

smiled