The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 434

Charles was screaming in the hospital corridor, his voice mangled and desperate.

"I'm Charles Kingston! I have Gilbert Guise's will! I'm the Governor of Paris! You can't arrest me!"

But after his tongue had been cut, every word came out broken, barely understandable.

Nurses and patients stared in confusion. The officers exchanged uneasy looks.

One policeman - older, calm, steady-stepped closer and tried to make sense of the gibberish.

He leaned in, listened carefully, and finally pieced together enough of what Charles meant.

He sighed. "Mr. Kingston," he said firmly, "even if you were the Prime Minister himself— the law is the law. When a man kills, he answers for it. You might be the Governor, but you're not above justice. You're under arrest."

Charles shook his head violently, spit flying. "No! No! The will-Gilbert's will- it says I inherit everything if I kill Alex! His position, his title I'm the rightful Governor!"

The officer strained again to understand, asking him to repeat it once, twice, a third time—until the meaning was clear.

He straightened, eyes ice. "Let's be honest," he said, voice low.

"No one wants a governor who's blind, tongueless, and without hands. If you're lucky, you'll rot in prison for the rest of your life."

"If you're not, you'll get the death penalty - the Kingswells won't let this go. They've already lined up judges to make sure it happens."

The truth hit Charles harder than any blade.

For the first time, he fell silent. The man who thought he owned Paris now sat trembling.

In another hospital room, Josephine clung to Alex's lifeless body, sobbing into his chest.

"No... Alex, please, you can't leave me," she whispered.

Moments later, the door burst open. A team of men in dark uniforms strode in, faces cold and official.

"Miss," one snapped, voice like a steel blade, "Alex is a Kingswell asset. As per protocol, his remains must be transferred to the capital immediately - for security and protection."

horrified. "No. You can't take

are enemies everywhere. We

herself in front of them, trying to block their

them pulled her back while another lifted Alex's body and placed it in

them with every ounce of strength she had, but

fades - and hearts turn to

hall, out onto the roof. The blades of a massive helicopter

in time to see them load the coffin

the sky, and the love of her

cries drowned out by the

Lucia stood watching in silence. The wind

in her eyes, and wrapped her

okay," she whispered, even though

heavy with grief. He rested a

sorry about Alex," he

just released the DNA results. Your real mother is Maria And we-" his voice trembled a little we're your

grandparents." s

at him, her tears still streaming, unable

Alex's body was laid to rest in the Kingswell's secret underground cemetery — the place reserved only for those whose

sealed inside a black

Alexander Leonhart.

uniforms stood at attention, their boots striking the concrete

air was thick

Her lips didn't

ended, the heavy metal doors closed with a

Or so they thought.

hours later, the

echoed through

Then another.

coffin lid burst open from the inside, crashing to

sat up, gasping — alive. His skin was pale, his expression calm, his eyes

immediately stepped out from the