The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 442

The King looked at Sofina and exhaled heavily. "You know this already, Fina. I've tried to give you three years. But even if I agree, your mother won't."

"Father," Sofina said softly. "If you agree, nothing else matters."

Before the King could answer, another voice cut through the line-sharp, commanding.

"I don't agree!" Felicia said. Her mother had joined the call. "Sofina, you will marry

the man I choose."

"Mother," Sofina shot back, her tone trembling but fierce.

"I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will."

"You're my daughter," Felicia snapped, her tone sharp with authority. "You will do as I say."

Sofina met her gaze. "Father already agreed. I'm marrying Alex-and if he doesn't divorce me within a year, he'll become my permanent husband."

Felicia turned toward the King and knelt, her posture dripping with false respect. "My Lord, have you already accepted Sofina's request?"

Sofina quickly stepped in. "Father, please. This is for your daughter's happiness. After this, I'll never ask for anything again. If he divorces me, I'll marry any man you or Mother choose-even an old one."

The King of Prussia-ruler of billions, master of an empire-could command armies with a word.

But in front of his daughter, his heart softened.

Felicia was never his lover-just a vessel chosen to bear his child through artificial insemination. It was duty, not love.

The King had ordered it himself. His advisors secretly selected women to carry his bloodline and preserve his legacy. Out of nearly a hundred, only a few succeeded.

Felicia was one of them-kept hidden, bound to silence. The only one he truly cared about was Sofina-his blood, his weakness.

Felicia knew that too well. Her tone shifted-calculated, venom hidden under courtesy.

"My Lord, if Sofina insists on marrying this man of her choice, then I have one condition. She must live with my family for one year and she cannot reveal her connection to you. Not a word."

The King's eyes darkened. He was the sharpest mind in Prussia, and he understood exactly what she was plotting.

Felicia would use that year to tear the marriage apart from within. She wanted her daughter married to a marquis or a count-someone with power and title. A nobody like Alex was never part of her plan.

After a long pause, his voice came low and measured. "Alright, Felicia. I accept your condition."

He turned to Sofina, his gaze heavy. "You'll stay with your mother's family for one year. Only then will I agree to your terms."

"Father!" Sofina's voice cracked. "They'll try everything to tear him away from me. They'll humiliate him."

The King gave a faint, knowing smile. "If he truly loves you, as you say, nothing will break him. And remember, we tolerated your rebellion for three years already. This is the last year I will tolerate you."

Felicia's smile was sharp with victory. "In three days your grandmother's anniversary is here. You'll come, celebrate, and stay with me and your stepfather."

the trap close. Her voice was

across the room like a blade. "I'll end this now,

You will not tell

"Of course, my lord. They know nothing. They think Sofina's father was merely a wealthy

eyes. She wasn't stupid-she knew what silence cost. If she blurted the truth, her whole family could be ruined, erased. She had signed the contract; blood

like a judge passing sentence. "Then she stays with you until she's ready

away.

The call ended.

loud in the quiet. The room smelled faintly

"Eve."

"Yes, Miss Sofina?"

"Did you hear everything?"

it, Miss Sofina. Every

me you

genuine love for you, and

brittle laugh. "I'm not

and unreadable. "Miss Sofina, may I shoot your mother

of a smile crossing her face. "I'll tell you when the

the breakfast table.

Alex gave her plate before

you come with me to my mother's family estate? It's important to me, and to us. You have

looked up, his eyes warm. "Then I will," he said simply, smiling as he

might try to hurt you. You know how much

smile deepened, slow and certain.

mountains crumble and rivers dry, I shall not part from

flying lanterns lined the gates, luxury chandeliers blinding from

the great hall pulsed with life-laughter, clinking glasses,

Wolfsbane's eighty-fifth birthday had drawn the entire bloodline home. Children, grandchildren, and their polished spouses swarmed the marble floors,

seemed perfumed with pride

"I present a regenerative nanocapsule therapy set. It restores cellular elasticity. It's rare-hard to secure

down with ceremony.

proudly. "It produces customized micronutrient crystals every day. It'll

through the

say Gene-Coded Reactor Crystals?" someone whispered.

royal families can't get

awe followed. Heads turned, eyes wide, voices buzzing with admiration. The Baroness Wolfsbane, surrounded by her

their praises. The atmosphere shimmered with wealth and celebration-until her sharp voice sliced through

"Sofina Scheinwald."

name dropped like

by Heinrich Schiller like a fool-and you couldnt even keep him told you to bring that man into

fell silent for a breath, then

every eye

sweetly, her smile edged like

spread like wildfire. Heads nodded, voices joined in agreement. Sofina had always been the black sheep, but now they treated her like

Sofina-did you even bring a gift for Grandmother's birthday, or did you just come to

clenched her fists. She hated being there. Every inch of