The Almighty Dominance

Alex slammed down the phone and turned sharply, grabbing a mop.

Josephine was already scrubbing furiously at the floor, her eyes bloodshot and shimmering.

She hadn't said a single bitter word, but grief hung over her like a funeral shroud.

Her pets her beloved Blackie, Brownie, and little Kitty-slaughtered by that monster Charles.

Her silence was deafening, punctuated only by muffled sobs she desperately tried to hide.

Watching her silent struggle twisted a knife deep in Alex's gut.

The quiet intensity of their cleanup was suddenly broken by the sleek rumble of an engine.

A black limousine screeched to a halt outside, gravel crunching ominously beneath its tires.

Alfred Kingston burst from the car, his expensive business suit rumpled from the rush, face pale as a corpse, breath ragged as if chased by death itself.

When he caught sight of Alex's dark, seething expression through the glass, terror surged through his veins.

Alfred stepped inside cautiously, taking in the chaos-broken equipment, scattered papers, Josephine trembling with barely controlled rage and sadness. The man who commanded empires now felt like a child caught red-handed.

His knees weakened beneath him, panic bubbling up as he felt the weight of Alex's anger pressing down.

Without uttering a single command, Kingston began hastily gathering debris, his expensive suit becoming sullied with dirt and grime.

His bodyguards followed suit, their movements awkward and tense under Alex's relentless silence.

Suddenly, Josephine shattered the silence with a cry that wrenched hearts, her voice hoarse and broken.

"Why, Alex? How could Charles be so ruthless? He slaughtered them-Blackie, Brownie, Kitty-all of them! Why?"

Alfred swallowed hard, sweat beading on his forehead.

Fury and fear wrestling inside him.

Each mention of his son's brutality pushed his heart closer to exploding. Inside, he screamed a silent promise-he would personally wring the life from Charles' arrogant throat.

His pulse thudded painfully.

He quickly grabbed a broom, waving frantically to his bewildered bodyguards.

"Don't just stand there, clean!" he barked, desperation seeping through his dignity. They moved like awkward soldiers following a clueless general.

The air thickened into an unbearable tension until Josephine's anguished voice broke through again, trembling with despair.

"We helped the poor, Alex! How could Charles destroy something that brought good? We have nothing left to offer anyone now."

Alfred Kingston's heart hammered violently, his temples throbbing.

He knew that if Alex got angry, there would be no more Kingston on this earth! But

now he was too fearful to ask for forgiveness from Alex.

The only sounds were Josephine's intermittent, wrenching cries and Alfred's increasingly ragged breathing.

"Alex," Josephine whispered again, clutching her tattered sweater, eyes glistening with fresh tears.

"Charles didn't just take my pets. He destroyed everything-my clothes, everything I owned. Promise me you'll kill that heartless son of a—"

Alfred nearly stumbled in panic, sprinting forward and dropping to his knees at Josephine's feet.

"Miss Josephine, please forgive me!" he pleaded, voice cracked and shaking.

Inside, he was pleading tearfully, 'Please stop begging Alex to kill my son, as my whole family might be included. Please stop talking, miss. I beg you and your ancestors, please stop.'

Josephine blinked in shock, pulling back. "What-what the hell are you doing?"

"Forgive this pathetic father who couldn't control his damned son," Alfred said desperately, grabbing her hand as if clutching a lifeline.

"My shame is bottomless. Please, have mercy on me."

Josephine stared, stunned. "But... Charles-"

"He's all I've got," Alfred cut in quickly, reaching inside his jacket.

"I'll pay for your loss." He thrust a sleek card into her trembling fingers. "There's a

million dollars here. Take it. Please, consider it compensation."

Josephine's breath caught audibly.

One million dollars.

Her whole life's possessions were barely worth ten grand, tops.

Her tear-stained face twitched, torn between sadness and the absurd joy that threatened to burst forth.

But still, Josephine felt it was wrong.

The lives of pet dogs and cats couldn't be measured by money, so her face turned sad.

"But the animals..."

Alfred, catching the conflicted look, desperately doubled down.

"Two million! I'll make it two million dollars right now if you forgive him."

Josephine's jaw dropped, her mouth wobbling between grief and euphoria.

Damn, how was a girl supposed to stay angry with two million dollars shoved into her hand?

Alex watched her face twist comically from devastation to suppressed joy, fighting back a cynical laugh.

Josephine coughed, gathering herself with exaggerated dignity.

"Well, Alfred...your son's actions were terrible-horrendous, even-but I'm a forgiving woman. Money has nothing to do with it."

"Of course," Alfred agreed rapidly, relief flooding his features. "You're truly gracious."

Josephine finally cracked, her face blossoming into an enormous, shameless grin.

She clutched the card tightly, eyes sparkling brighter than any tears ever had.

"Guess forgiving does feel pretty good."

Alfred nodded enthusiastically, relief washing through him.

Alex rolled his eyes, unable to suppress a wry smirk. Josephine's transformation

from tragic heroine to gleeful millionaire was simply too absurdly perfect.

"You're an angel," Alfred said fervently, nearly groveling in gratitude.

Josephine sighed dramatically, pocketing the card with feigned reluctance.

"Ah, the burdens of being saintly and poor. Well, formerly poor."

Alex shook his head slowly, chuckling softly to himself.

Money-it really did solve almost everything, even Josephine's shattered heart.

Almost.

Alex leaned against the wall, arms folded like steel beams, eyes sharp as daggers

as Josephine stepped outside, leaving him alone with Alfred.

His voice dripped sarcasm and cold authority.

"Well now, Alfred, since you've patched up Josephine's shattered little heart with your wallet, what's your grand plan for your son Going to toss a few millions his way, too?"

Alfred flinched visibly, immediately bowing low, voice thick with desperate humility.

"Sir Alex, please-I beg you, spare my son your wrath."

"Oh, spare him?" Alex mocked sharply, a smirk twisting his lips cruelly.

"After what he's done? Tell me, Alfred, do you even understand justice?"

"Please," Alfred pleaded desperately, sweat pouring down his forehead.

"Just tell me what punishment you deem fit. Say the word, and I'll take his hand myself if that's your wish."

Alex chuckled coldly, shaking his head.

"No, Alfred, that won't be necessary. There's something far crueler than physical punishment and death."

Alfred stared, dread sinking into his gut. "What are you suggesting, Sir?"

"Cut Charles off. Completely. No money, no cars, no houses, nothing. If I catch wind that you or your wife slip him even a dime, I'll make sure Charles meets his maker personally. Think you can manage that for three whole years?"

The old man's knees shook visibly, sweat soaking through his expensive suit.

Charles had lived his whole life pampered, spoiled rotten by endless wealth. To

cut him off financially was tantamount to a death sentence.

"So choose quickly," Alex growled mercilessly, stepping closer.

"Either you let me put a bullet in his skull right now or let him fight to survive with nothing but his bare hands."

Alfred swallowed hard, dread gripping him like iron shackles.noveldrama

He pulled out his phone with trembling fingers and dialed quickly, his voice harsh

and desperate as Jessica picked up.

"Wife," Alfred snapped fiercely, urgency ripping through every word, "I want you

and every damn relative of yours to stop giving Charles any money. Not one

cent."

Jessica's shocked voice crackled sharply on the line. "What? Alfred, why—" "Don't question me, woman!" Alfred roared, anger now searing through his

desperation.

"Answer yes or no-can you stop funding that worthless brat for three

years? And if you dare slip him a

single penny, mark my words, Jessica, I'll divorce you instantly and turn your entire family into my mortal enemies."

"By God, either you obey, or only one of us walks away alive!"