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-'

had acted like a god and forgotten he was

few hours later, Alfred Kingston sat in the hospital room, eyes glued to the screen. The live feed showed Charles Kingston on the pavement:

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

hollow. "My son... how could this happen to

face went white. Her voice shook. "Please tell me that's not our son,

doors — a preacher, calm and certain, not fitting the panic

"Mr. and Mrs. Kingston, my name is Daniel Brown.

bristled. "We don't

held up one hand, slow and deliberate. "Desire will lead you to destruction. Wealth is the seed of ruin. If you'd chosen kindness over

up. Get out of here,"

leave. He reached into his coat

said, voice flat. "With that, hundreds of poor children could be saved. They could be educated. For

fumbled for the nurse call button but her

"No-no," she cried.

moved closer to Alfred and pressed the gun against his

You

and not be touched? Do unto others as you

grow in your life," Daniel said, voice calm but steady. "But you planted

Alfred's breath broke. Regret flooded his eyes like

decision that had built

were a thousand ways I could've lived differently. I could've been a good governor.

The gun fired.

thunder in a closed room. Alfred's eyes went wide- then empty. His body slumped onto the bed,

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

you for your sins," he said softly- and pulled the

died instantly. Blood

Charles Kingston was still

handcuff around his remaining wrist. The nurse's voice cracked through the

Alfred and Jessica Kingston have been found

suffered

world froze. His chest heaved; his throat worked uselessly, a

from what was left of his

but it came out broken,

at

- he couldn't tell. He only knew

had

few years ago, he had everything - money, power,

gone. His empire, his parents, his

through

became nothing but air and agony. The

rewind. The nightmare wouldn't

as she grabbed a bottle

straight from the glass as if it

her throat. For a moment, it blurred the edges of her grief

again, eyes glassy with tears, and whispered to

the cup to drown my

the bodyguard said as he

Bella replied, her tone flat and

to the others, coordinating the transaction on a tablet as money

weren't on the numbers - they were miles away, replaying the last time

stood by the

you just kill Charles?" she had asked him.

smiled faintly, eyes