The Almighty Dominance

David slumped onto the sofa, the weight of betrayal etched deeply into his aging face.

The lines of despair were clear, reflecting a soul shattered beyond repair.

Seventeen years he had cherished Luther, believing him to be flesh of his flesh. And now, the truth sliced through him like a cold blade-Luther wasn't his son.

Lyra cautiously stepped closer, concern softening her voice. "David, do you want some time alone? We can come back later."

"No," David snapped, his voice dangerously calm, eyes flashing with a sinister fury.

"I have to thank Alex personally for unveiling this nightmare."

He rose abruptly, bitterness seeping into every syllable.

"Life's a twisted joke. I've spent my whole existence doing good deeds, only to be repaid with HIV, a cheating wife, and now the bitter irony-my beloved son isn't even mine."

He drew a ragged breath, anguish heavy in his chest. All the wealth and power he'd accumulated, yet now he stood heirless, a broken king without a legacy.

David reached for a stack of letters lying ominously on the table, meticulously opening each one, his keen intellect quickly piecing together the puzzle of treachery.

"Correct me if I'm wrong," he growled, his gaze piercingly intense.

"Luther isn't mine. He's Rose's child. And if I trust these documents," he slapped down the damning papers-"his true father is none other than my personal physician, Louise York. That treacherous snake."

Rage pulsed through David's veins, hot and poisonous. "York infected Rose with HIV intentionally, hid the truth in falsified reports, hoping we'd all perish so his son could snatch my entire fortune."

Alex nodded gravely, his voice low and deliberate.

"And your other children from your previous wife-they died shortly after Luther's birth, didn't they?"

David's eyes widened with chilling realization, his body trembling uncontrollably. "Are you saying that bastard killed my sons to clear Luther's path to my empire?"

"It's a plausible scenario," Alex replied cautiously.

"How?" David demanded sharply, desperation and fury clawing at his voice.

Alex leaned forward, his voice barely above a whisper.

"A slow-acting poison. An undetectable pathogen slipped quietly into medicines- something everyone trusted from a doctor's hands."

David's face twisted into a mask of deadly vengeance.

Without a word, he retreated to a corner, out of Lyra's hearing, and dialed his phone.

"Carlos," he spoke in a clipped, chilling tone, "you once told me you handle dirty jobs discreetly. I have one now-Dr. Louise York. Make him suffer. I want him rotting in private prison for two decades, alive but broken. Price is irrelevant."

Only after issuing his command to the shadows did David feel the crushing weight lift slightly from his chest.

Darkness, after all, was the only force capable of handling true evil.

Returning to the sofa, David's eyes fell on a final document-the paternity test for Brian.

A strange calm settled over him.

"I don't need to open this," he murmured, resignation softening his tone. "Whether he's Rose's son or not, Brian saved my life. That's enough. I like that guy."

"Probably wise," Alex agreed gently, then hesitated.

"Have you ever, perhaps unknowingly, fathered any children outside your marriages?"

David shook his head slowly, regret shading his eyes. "Never. I was meticulous about that."

A painful irony washed over him, realizing now, in the twilight of his life, he might never father a legitimate heir.

The bitterness was profound, his legacy crumbling like sand through his fingers.

Alex leaned forward slightly, voice quiet yet piercing. "And what about your first and second wives? You don't have to talk if it's too painful."

David grabbed a glass of water, his hand trembling slightly.

He took a sip, swallowed hard, and sighed deeply, as though breathing out memories too heavy to bear.

"My first wife...after our son died, it shattered her completely," David murmured, eyes distant.

"She never recovered, just wasted away until illness finally took her. Now that I think about it, maybe that damned doctor truly killed her."

Alex's expression tightened. "And your second wife?"

David's eyes flashed with bitterness. "After our son passed, she spiraled out of control."

"Out of control?" Alex pressed gently.

"Parties, clubs, anything reckless enough to numb her pain," David said, disgust seeping into his tone.

"I thought it might ease her grief, so I let her. Until the day she came home, boasting that she was pregnant by another man."

Alex raised an eyebrow, cautiously asking, "What did you do?"

David's gaze hardened, venom dripping from each word.

"What did I do? divorced her immediately. I made sure she left penniless, scraping to survive. Last heard, she was living in some grimy apartment, working herself ragged just to afford food. Eventually, she vanished, changed her

name-disappeared completely." noveldrama

Alex stood abruptly, nodding slowly, his tone firm yet polite. "That's enough for today. Lyra, let's go."

David slumped further into his chair, exhaustion lining every feature. "I'll send your payment soon."

"Don't worry about it," Alex replied, stepping toward the exit.

Near the door, Alex paused, catching sight of Brian standing quietly in the shadows. He eyed the young man with sudden, sharp curiosity. "Brian, isn't it?" Brian looked up, startled but steady. "Yes, sir."

Alex tilted his head slightly, probing gently. "You never knew your father, right?" Brian's face tightened, suspicion flickering. "How do you know that?"

Alex shrugged casually, a slight, knowing smile on his lips. "I see more than most. Your mother works hard, right? Waitressing in some small, struggling diner?" Brian nodded slowly, voice tightening with emotion.

"Yes, it's always been just us against the world. She loves me fiercely. We'd sacrifice anything for each other."

Alex's eyes sharpened. "And I suppose she told you your father was a monster-

a heartless bastard who made her life miserable?"

Brian bristled, protective anger blazing in his eyes.

"With all due respect, sir, my mother never spoke ill of him."

"Really?" Alex said, intrigued. "Then what did she say?"

"She always said my father was strong, ambitious, powerful," Brian spoke

passionately, pride mingling with sorrow.

"She saw something gentle,

something hopeful beneath his harsh exterior. She believed he was corrupted by another woman, yet insisted he still carried kindness inside. Despite everything, she never stopped loving him. She said I was the greatest gift he ever gave the world."

Brian's voice cracked slightly, eyes misting. "We've struggled, yes, but now things

are finally turning around, especially since Mr. David gave me this job."

"She never sought another partner?" Alex questioned softly.

Brian shook his head fiercely. "Never. Many tried, but she refused them all. She

swore before God she'd only ever love one man."

Alex's eyes softened, genuinely moved. "Your mother sounds incredible."

"Thank you," Brian said quietly, his voice thick with emotion.

Overhearing their conversation, David felt an inexplicable dread twisting in his gut.

A terrible suspicion clawed at him, forcing him to grab the last paternity report lying forgotten on the table.

His hands shook violently as he unfolded the document, eyes scanning the lines with desperate urgency.

A sharp breath escaped him—short, ragged, almost disbelieving.

The paper trembled in his grip as a storm of emotion surged through him.

Tears welled in his eyes, vision blurring, but whether from heartbreak or something else, no one could tell.

David slumped back into the chair, hands clutching the paper like a lifeline, silent sobs shaking his shoulders-this time, not from loss, but from the sheer, impossible grace

of a second chance.