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Max knew that this mission would be their most dangerous yet. Breaking into a deep-sea black site with unknown defenses, an AI security system, and an army of council operatives? They needed the best.And the best weren’t easy to find.Red Fang, standing in front of a table covered with mission files, pointed to the first profile. “Meet Ghost. Former CIA black ops. Rumor is, he once infiltrated this exact prison and made it out alive.”Elliot raised an eyebrow. “Then why isn’t he dead?”Max smirked. “Because he’s Ghost.”Emily shook her head. “That’s not an answer.”Red Fang ignored her and tossed another file onto the table. “Next, we’ve got Kade Mercer. Deep-sea engineer. Used to design offshore defense systems before he… let’s just say sold his talents to some questionable people.”Molly skimmed the file. “He’s been in hiding for five years.”Max nodded. “Because he knows how to break into places like this.”“And the last?” Elliot asked.Molly slid her laptop forward, revealing a l
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 147
The tension inside the submarine was thick enough to cut with a knife.The dim glow of red emergency lights cast eerie shadows over the crew as they descended deeper into the abyss.Max stood near the control panel, arms crossed, watching the sonar screen intently.Then, without warning—static.Molly’s voice crackled through their earpieces one last time before cutting off entirely.“Max? We just lost—”Silence.Elliot clenched his fists. “They’re jamming us.”Red Fang cursed under his breath. “That means they know we’re here.”Before anyone could respond, the submarine lurched violently to the side. Warning alarms blared as the lights flickered.“What the hell was that?” Kade shouted from the engine room.Max steadied himself against the steel wall. “Something hit us—”Another impact. This time, harder. The entire vessel groaned under the pressure.Ghost checked the monitors.“We’ve got enemy divers attaching charges to the hull.”Elliot grabbed his rifle. “Then let’s go introduce ou
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 148
The deep-sea prison was unlike anything Max had ever seen.Cold. Sterile. A place not meant for the living.The air smelled of salt and metal, a mix of ocean dampness and antiseptic that clung to his lungs.The deeper they moved into the facility, the more he felt like they were walking through a graveyard where the dead still breathed.He tightened his grip on his weapon.His father was somewhere in this tomb. Buried, but not gone.Red emergency lights flickered overhead, casting shifting shadows along the corridors.The walls were smooth steel, marked with serial numbers instead of cell doors.This wasn’t a prison built for punishment—it was a vault built to erase people.Max clenched his jaw. Not today.Ghost, leading the team ahead, held up a fist.They all froze, pressing against the walls.Max could hear them before he saw them—the steady march of boots on metal.A squad of heavily armed guards patrolled the hall, their rifles glowing with thermal scopes.They weren’t normal sec
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 149
The walls trembled.entire prison was coming down. Alarms blared, mixing with the rapid gunfire echoing through the halls. Max barely registered it.His focus was on the man in front of him—the father he had spent years believing was dead.Reginald Montgomery looked older, but his presence was as strong as ever.Despite the bruises and the sharp lines of exhaustion on his face, his eyes burned with the same fire Max had inherited.The loudspeaker crackled.“Containment breach in progress. Security lockdown in T-minus fifty-five seconds.”Reginald’s grip tightened around the edge of his cot as he struggled to stand.“You shouldn’t be here,” he muttered, his voice rough. “They won’t let you leave with me.”Max grabbed his father’s arm and pulled him up. “Then I guess we’ll just have to disappoint them.”The corridor outside was pure chaos. Elliot and Red Fang had set up defensive positions behind an overturned table, unloading round after round into the wave of incoming guards.Elliot r
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 150
The salty ocean air hit Max like a freight train as he gripped the railing of the disguised cargo ship, staring out at the vast, unrelenting ocean.His mind was still racing.The prison had collapsed beneath them, but it didn’t feel like a victory. It felt like the start of something worse.Behind him, Elliot and Reginald were leaning against the ship’s hull, both recovering in their own ways.Elliot was gritting his teeth, clearly exhausted but refusing to show weakness.Reginald, still pale and bruised, couldn’t hide the weary look in his eyes.Max knew his father was struggling, but there was a fire in him—something that made Max believe he’d fight until the very end.“You think we’re safe now?” Elliot’s voice broke through Max’s thoughts.Max turned. “We’ve made it out of hell, but we’re not out of the woods yet.”Elliot narrowed his eyes. “They won’t stop hunting us.”Before Max could respond, Molly’s voice crackled through the comms.“Max, you need to see this.”Molly’s face fli
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 151
The tension in the ship’s command center was suffocating.Max stood at the head of the table, his arms crossed, his eyes locked onto the screen as the world broadcasted his execution in real-time—not with bullets, but with lies.The Secret Council had a new face. And it was one Max recognized.Nathaniel Graves.The man who once whispered advice in his father’s ear. The man who had claimed to be on their side.Graves stood at a grand podium, surrounded by world leaders, military officials, and international press. His tailored suit was pristine, his posture regal, his expression full of controlled righteousness.And then he spoke.“For decades, the Montgomery family has existed in the shadows, manipulating global finances, engineering assassinations, and destabilizing entire nations.Maxwell Montgomery was groomed to take over this criminal empire, but now, the world must unite to stop him.”Max barely blinked, but his grip on the chair in front of him tightened until his knuckles turn
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Max refused to sit back and let Graves rewrite history.The world might have turned against him, but that only meant one thing—he had nothing left to lose.Standing in the ship’s dimly lit control room, he watched the encrypted data stream across the monitors as Molly worked her magic.“Find me something, anything, on Graves.” Max’s voice was steel.“I don’t care if it’s buried under a hundred layers of security. Rip him apart.”Molly, her fingers flying over the keyboard, smirked.“I thought you’d never ask.”Elliot leaned against the wall, arms crossed.“I still say we put a bullet in his head and be done with it.”Max didn’t even glance at him.“And what happens next? You think cutting the head off the snake kills it? No. This thing grows another head before the body hits the floor.”Elliot scowled but didn’t argue. He knew Max was right.Red Fang stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with something dark.“Then what’s the plan? Because I don’t do waiting around.”Max exhaled, his mind
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 153
The team arrived in Monaco with the air of untouchable confidence.The city, drenched in wealth and decadence, was the perfect hunting ground for the world’s most powerful figures.Tonight, those same figures would witness something they’d never forget.Dressed in tailor-made suits and designer evening gowns, they walked into the grand ballroom of the Palais de Monte-Carlo, a fortress of polished marble and gold chandeliers.The gathering wasn’t just a party—it was a global power summit where deals were made in whispers and the fate of nations was sealed over champagne.Security was airtight.Armed guards in black suits patrolled the floors, their earpieces buzzing with silent conversations.Facial recognition scanners lined the entrance, automatically logging every guest who stepped inside.None of it mattered.They were already inside.Max and Elliot split up the moment they entered.Elliot, ever the snake-charmer, wove through the crowd, gathering intel from oil tycoons and ex-mili
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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
CHAPTER 214
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
