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-'

acted like a god and forgotten he was only a

the screen. The live feed showed Charles

found in the street, blinded, tongueless, and missing both hands. He's being rushed to the hospital and will be held for questioning

whispered, the word hollow. "My son... how could this happen to

"Please tell me that's not

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

Kingston, my name is Daniel Brown. I

bristled. "We don't

one hand, slow and deliberate. "Desire will lead you to destruction. Wealth is the seed of ruin. If

up. Get out of here," Alfred

did not leave. He reached into his coat

promised me ten million dollars,” he said, voice flat. "With that, hundreds of poor

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

"No-no," she cried.

pressed the gun against his

You ruined that whole family." His

Do unto others as you wish done to you. This is justice, Alfred Kingston. I am its

your life," Daniel said, voice

flooded his eyes like

all — every mistake, every selfish decision

could've been a good governor. I could've ignored

The gun fired.

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

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

for your sins," he said

instantly. Blood hit the

the hall, Charles Kingston was still strapped to the bed, hooked

beside him, one handcuff around his remaining wrist. The nurse's

Jessica Kingston

Both victims suffered gunshot

chest heaved;

was left of

to scream, but it came out broken, guttural.

mixed with blood at the corners of his

disgust - he couldn't tell.

had crushed him

ago, he had everything

empire, his parents,

did I do..." he rasped through mutilated breath. "What did I

voice became nothing but air and agony. The

rewind. The nightmare

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

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

moment, it blurred the edges of her grief — but only for a

raised the glass again, eyes glassy with tears, and whispered to

my sorrow...

I've brought the Guise inheritance," the bodyguard said as he stepped in the hall. "Everything's ready

Bella replied, her

coordinating the transaction on a tablet as money quietly shifted

numbers - they were miles away, replaying the last time she

the window,

Charles?" she had asked him. "My father said you're powerful enough to

had smiled faintly, eyes