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ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 136
Finding Elliot wasn’t difficult. After losing everything, he had disappeared into exile, but Max still had ways of tracking him.A former business tycoon stripped of his power didn’t just vanish—he hid in the places where power still whispered his name.Max found him in a secluded villa nestled in the Swiss Alps, a far cry from the empire he once ruled.The setting was pristine, the mountains stretching endlessly in the background, the air crisp and untouched.Elliot sat on a terrace, a glass of whiskey in hand, staring at the endless white landscape like a man who had seen the end of his world.He barely acknowledged Max’s presence when he approached.“You just don’t know when to quit, do you?” Elliot muttered, swirling the amber liquid in his glass.Max pulled up a chair across from him, settling in as if they were just two old friends catching up. “You know why I’m here.”Elliot let out a dry chuckle, not bothering to look at him. “I don’t care, Max. I’ve lost too much. The Montgome
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 137
The next morning, Max boarded a private jet to Zurich, the key burning in his pocket.He leaned back in his seat, turning the small ornate object between his fingers.Across from him, Emily sat with her gaze fixed on her phone, coordinating with their legal and financial teams in case this lead unraveled something much bigger than they anticipated.Red Fang, as relaxed as ever, leaned back, absently cleaning his blade.He flicked his eyes toward Max.“You realize this could be a trap, right?”Max smirked, unfazed.“Wouldn’t be the first time.”Molly’s voice crackled through the speaker system of the plane.She had already hacked into the Swiss banking systems, tracking the location of the vault they were heading toward.“It’s in a highly classified private depository,” she explained, fingers moving rapidly across her keyboard. “No digital records, no paper trail. Whatever’s in there… it was meant to stay hidden.”Emily glanced up from her phone, studying Max’s expression.“And you thin
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Red Fang stretched his legs, cracking his knuckles.“I just want something I can stab.”Molly’s voice crackled through the earpiece.“Or maybe, just maybe, it’s a trap and you guys are walking straight into it like a bunch of idiots.”Max chuckled.“Come on, Molly, give me some credit. If it’s a trap, I’ll at least make it look stylish.”Zurich’s underground depository was the kind of place where billionaires hid their dirty secrets.It smelled of old money and quiet corruption, with security tighter than a dictator’s palace.A stone-faced banker led them through a maze of polished steel corridors, stopping in front of a massive, reinforced door.The air was thick with the weight of something far more dangerous than gold or jewels—history itself.“This is the vault registered to Nathaniel Stoke,” the banker announced, scanning the key Max handed over.“Once opened, the contents will be transferred to your possession.”Emily glanced at Max. “Last chance to back out.”Max grinned. “And m
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The red numbers on the device’s holographic screen ticked down, mocking them.10… 9… 8…Molly’s voice exploded through the earpiece.“Do NOT let that thing blow up before I get something off it! Keep it steady!”Max barely resisted the urge to hurl the device across the vault.“Oh sure, Molly, let me just have a polite conversation with the self-destruct sequence. Maybe it’ll reconsider.”Emily gritted her teeth.“Less sarcasm, more solutions, Max.”Red Fang smirked, rolling his shoulders.“I say we chuck it into a random vault, lock the door, and pretend we were never here.”7… 6…Molly’s rapid typing filled the channel.“I’m in. Downloading what I can. Just… stall it somehow!”Max turned to Red Fang.“You got a ‘pause’ button on you?”Red Fang flashed a wicked grin. “Nah, but I’ve got a knife.”Max shot him a look. “Great, maybe you can stab the bomb into submission.”Emily grabbed Max’s arm. “Less talking, more moving!”They sprinted toward the reinforced vault doors. The moment the
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The cold metal of the handcuffs bit into Max’s wrists as he was shoved forward.The Interpol officers moved like machines—efficient, emotionless, trained for situations like this.Emily walked beside him, her face unreadable but her fingers twitching slightly.Red Fang, ever the warrior, kept his posture firm, his muscles tensed like a coiled spring, ready to strike the moment an opportunity presented itself.The facility reeked of sterilized floors and bureaucratic control.Harsh fluorescent lights flickered above, casting stark shadows on the gray walls.As they passed through the corridors, the realization settled in—this wasn’t just a routine arrest.This was a message.Max flexed his fingers subtly, testing the cuffs. Tight. Standard issue.No easy way out. His mind worked fast. Someone in the council did this. Someone powerful enough to use Interpol like a pawn.One of the guards sneered as he pushed Max forward.“You should’ve known better, Montgomery. Some doors aren’t meant t
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The agent’s smile didn’t reach his eyes.“Let’s just say I knew of him. And I know what happened to him.”He leaned in closer, voice dropping to a whisper. “And if you don’t start listening, Montgomery… history is going to repeat itself.”Max’s jaw clenched. His heartbeat drummed in his ears.“You see, we don’t need you dead,” the agent continued, as if discussing the weather.“Just… removed. Permanently.”Max met his gaze, unwavering.“That’s a shame. I had no plans of leaving.”The agent sighed. “That’s the problem with your kind. Always thinking you have a choice.”The door opened abruptly. A younger officer entered and whispered something to the agent.The older man’s face darkened.Max caught the tension in his shoulders—the slightest hesitation.Whatever had just been said, it wasn’t part of the plan.“Take them to the transport,” the agent ordered, standing.“It’s time they disappeared.”The transport truck rattled as it moved, the chains around Max’s wrists digging into his s
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The moment the cuffs came loose, Max stayed still. Timing was everything.Red Fang noticed and raised an eyebrow. "You planning to share?""You're gonna love this," Max smirked.He leaned forward as Max subtly traced his foot against the floor of the truck. It was a hunch, but he had learned one thing about elite prisons, vaults, and secret organizations: They always had escape tunnels.His boot knocked against something hollow.Red Fang's eyes lit up. "Oh, that's promising."Max pressed his heel against the seam and pushed. The hidden panel beneath them shifted.Red Fang grinned. "I love it when you're right."The truck hit another bump, and in that split second, Max struck hard with his foot. The panel gave way, revealing a narrow tunnel beneath.Red Fang whistled. "That's not regulation.""Interpol really needs to do a better job inspecting their vehicles," Max muttered.One problem down. Now for the guards.The transport truck slowed as it hit a sharp turn through the Swiss mountai
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The cold bit through the wooden cabin as Max leaned against the frame, his breath misting in the frigid air.The phone in his hand crackled with Elliot’s voice, distant yet serious.“You’re sure about this?” Elliot’s tone carried an unusual weight.Max smirked, fingers drumming against the phone.“Since when do I ever sound unsure?”A tired sigh came from the other end.“I’m giving you access to something that even I’ve barely touched. My father’s archives aren’t just business files, Max. They’re the history of how the world actually works.”Max raised an eyebrow.“And let me guess… it’s not the version they teach in schools?”Elliot scoffed.“Not even close. Meet me in Reykjavik. We’ll take it from there.”Without another word, the line went dead. Max lowered the phone and turned to Red Fang, who had been listening with an amused smirk.“Pack your knives,” Max said, slipping his phone into his coat.“We’re going to Iceland.”Buried within the snow-covered wastelands of Iceland, the of
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The bunker’s silence was suffocating.Max’s fingers hovered over the button, every muscle in his body screaming for him to end this.One press.One moment.Elliot’s empire—gone.Emily, bruised and breathless, rushed into the chamber first, Red Fang and Molly behind her.“Max!” she gasped, eyes darting between him and Elliot. “Do it. End this.”Red Fang, ever the pragmatist, cocked his gun. “Push the damn button, boss.”Molly’s gaze flickered to the mainframe. “We don’t even know what wiping it will trigger.”Max knew that.That’s why he wasn’t pressing it.Something wasn’t right.Elliot, bloody but smirking, watched him carefully.“You hesitate,” he murmured. “Smart.”Emily’s breath hitched. “Max, don’t listen to him.”Elliot’s smirk widened.“You think I built this entire empire just for it to collapse with me?” His bruised fingers tapped the device in his palm. “Go ahead. Destroy it. But you won’t be stopping anything.”Max’s grip tightened.“Then what am I stopping?”Elliot chuckle
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The bunker loomed before them, half-buried beneath ice and reinforced steel. The frozen wind howled across the tundra, but Max barely felt it.He could only see one thing.The entrance to Project Nemesis.Red Fang, Emily, and Orlov’s strike team flanked him. The Russian general’s men were hardened operatives, armed to the teeth.“Thermal scans show minimal movement inside,” Molly reported through the comms. “But that’s impossible. Elliot wouldn’t leave this place unguarded.”Max’s jaw tightened.“He’s waiting.”Emily’s hand hovered over her gun.“So what’s the play?”Max stepped forward.“No more tricks,” he said. “I go in alone.”The bunker’s inner doors slid open, revealing a massive, circular chamber bathed in dim, blue light.And at its center—Elliot.Standing alone, dressed in a black combat shirt, his expression calm.Waiting.“You made it,” Elliot said smoothly. “Was starting to think you’d given up.”Max stepped forward, muscles coiled.“No more games.”Elliot smirked.“No. J
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Max’s eyelids cracked open, and the first thing he felt was pain.His wrists were bound.His head throbbed.His breath came out in short, sharp bursts, the frigid air burning his lungs.The room was concrete and steel, dimly lit by a single overhead bulb.A black site.Siberia.He flexed his fingers, feeling the bite of handcuffs against his skin.Across from him, Emily and Red Fang sat in matching restraints, their eyes flicking toward him as he stirred.Emily’s lip was split. Red Fang’s knuckles were bruised.Max let out a slow, steady breath.Elliot had planned for this.And now?Now they were in his trap.The heavy door groaned open.A man strode in—tall, broad, and radiating pure military authority.General Dmitri Orlov.His icy blue eyes swept over them, calculating, judging.He stopped before Max, arms crossed.“I should execute you where you sit,” Orlov said in flawless English.Max didn’t flinch.“You’d be making a mistake.”Orlov’s expression didn’t change.“You are Maxwell
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Max’s hands shook as he stared at the blinking red display on Emily’s chest.0:59He swallowed, forcing his mind to slow down.“Emily, don’t move,” he said, his voice tight.She held her breath. “Wasn’t planning to.”The bomb’s wiring was intricate, laced with a failsafe mechanism designed to detonate if tampered with incorrectly.0:45Molly’s voice crackled through the earpiece.“Max, I’m in the system—there’s a wireless detonation trigger, but I can’t hack it remotely. You have to disable it manually.”Red Fang’s tone was grim. “How much time?”Max exhaled shakily. “Not enough.”0:30His fingers moved with surgical precision, tracing the primary detonation circuit. One wrong move, and Emily would—No.Focus.Emily’s eyes locked on his. “Max.”0:15“Almost there,” he muttered.0:10Max found the kill switch—but it was wired to a secondary charge.Damn it.He had one chance.One cut.He sliced through the wire.0:03The countdown stopped.A sharp, piercing silence filled the room.Emi
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The skyline of Dubai gleamed under the desert moon, an empire of glass and steel stretching toward the heavens.At its peak stood the Desert Crown, a private skyscraper Elliot had turned into his personal fortress.Tonight, Max was walking straight into it.Max adjusted his collar, stepping out of the sleek black car that had been provided for him.No weapons.No backup.No second chances.Elliot had made that clear.The building’s penthouse elevator was already waiting.Red Fang’s voice crackled through the hidden earpiece.“You sure about this, boss?”Max stepped inside.“No.”The elevator doors sealed shut, carrying him into the lion’s den.The penthouse was a study in excess. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the glittering skyline, the city pulsing with unmatched wealth and power.And at the center of it all—Elliot.Sitting in a high-backed chair, dressed in a custom black suit, a drink in hand, smirking like he’d already won.Emily was nowhere to be seen.Max’s fists clenched.
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The screen on Viktor’s phone lit up.A live news broadcast.Max turned his head slightly—and felt his blood go cold.His own face flashed across the screen.BREAKING NEWS:“Interpol confirms Maxwell Montgomery is in possession of a classified bioweapon. Global alert issued. Immediate capture or termination authorized.”Max’s heartbeat thundered.No.Elliot’s voice hummed through the line.“You see, Max… while you were busy looking for me?”The smirk was almost audible.“I made the world believe you’re the real threat.”Viktor gave him a mocking shrug.“Sorry, Max. It’s just business.”Gunfire roared through the abandoned warehouse, bullets sparking off rusted steel beams as Max dove for cover behind a stack of shipping crates. The acrid stench of gunpowder filled the air, mingling with the heavy scent of betrayal.Red Fang was already firing back, his rifle barking as he clipped one of Viktor’s men.But it wasn’t enough.They were outnumbered.And worse—Emily was gone.“Max, we gotta
CHAPTER 212
The abandoned warehouse smelled of gun oil and damp concrete.Max stood in the shadows, his eyes scanning every darkened corner. He knew better than to trust anyone in Elliot’s world—especially a man like Viktor Kazan.Viktor wasn’t just a weapons dealer. He was a kingmaker, supplying warlords, rogue states, and intelligence agencies with the tools to rewrite power structures.And now, Max needed him.Red Fang, standing beside him, kept his hand resting near his holster. Just in case.“I don’t like this,” Red Fang muttered.Max’s jaw clenched.“Neither do I.”A rusted door groaned open, and Viktor Kazan entered.He was a hulking man, dressed in a long military coat, his bald head gleaming under the dim warehouse lights. A scar ran from his temple to his jawline, a reminder of how many people had tried—and failed—to kill him.Behind him, two bodyguards followed, their expressions cold and unreadable.Viktor stopped a few feet away from Max, lighting a cigar.“You have some nerve, Montg
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Max sat in the dimly lit safe house, staring at the flickering monitor in front of him. The screen was filled with news reports, security alerts, and live footage of military convoys moving through major cities.Every government agency. Every intelligence network. Every law enforcement unit in the world.They were all looking for one man.Him.“Maxwell Montgomery is now the world’s most wanted fugitive,” the news anchor declared. “Following an attack on an Interpol cyber facility in Singapore, he has been officially classified as a global terrorist—”Max clicked the screen off.His jaw clenched.Elliot had played him perfectly.Red Fang paced the length of the room, his expression unreadable.“We can’t stay here,” he said. “Not for long.”Emily sat cross-legged on the couch, arms folded tightly against her chest. Her eyes flicked to the closed blinds.“The moment we step out, we’re dead,” she muttered. “Every security camera, every border checkpoint—hell, even private contractors will
CHAPTER 210
Max stood over Molly’s terminal, eyes scanning the empty data feeds. The endless networks, the financial grids, the black-market communication lines—Elliot had wiped them clean.His name was nowhere.His digital footprint, nonexistent.Max’s jaw tightened.Molly cursed under her breath, fingers flying over the keyboard. “This isn’t just some rich guy going off-grid—this is a complete system-level erasure.”Red Fang leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his expression grim. “It’s like he was never even here.”Emily stood near the window, arms folded. Her gaze was distant, calculating.“He knew we’d come for him,” she murmured. “He’s already three steps ahead.”Max’s chest burned with frustration.Elliot hadn’t just vanished.He had left nothing behind.No shell companies.No offshore accounts.No former contacts willing to speak his name.It was as if he had rewritten the world to forget him.But Max knew better.Elliot wasn’t hiding. He was waiting.A New Power RisesRed Fang’s
