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-'

a god and forgotten he was

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

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

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

"Please tell me that's

man stepped through the hospital doors — a preacher,

himself cleanly: "Mr. and Mrs. Kingston, my

bristled. "We don't

to destruction. Wealth is the seed of ruin. If you'd chosen kindness over

out

not leave. He reached into

be theatrical and too real to ignore. "Bella promised me ten million dollars,” he said, voice flat. "With that, hundreds of poor children could be saved. They could be educated. For the good of the

panic flaring. She fumbled for the nurse call button but her hands trembled and her fingers

"No-no," she cried.

gun against his forehead, as if making the point

father. You ruined that whole family." His eyes were

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

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

breath broke. Regret flooded his eyes like

— every mistake, every selfish decision that had built his empire and

could've lived differently. I could've been a good governor. I

The gun fired.

the air like thunder in a closed room. Alfred's eyes

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

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

instantly. Blood hit the

Charles Kingston was still strapped to the

around his remaining wrist. The

news: Alfred and Jessica Kingston have been found dead

victims suffered gunshot wounds

heaved; his

what was

but it came out broken, guttural.

with blood at

looked away. Pity or disgust - he

of ruin had crushed

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

empire, his parents, his body all

I do..." he rasped through mutilated

became nothing but air and

rewind. The nightmare wouldn't

she grabbed a bottle

straight from the glass as if it could wash the blood from her

the

glassy

my sorrow... but

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

Bella replied, her tone

coordinating the transaction on a tablet as

weren't on the numbers - they were

the way he'd stood by the window, half in shadow,

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

smiled faintly,