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ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 155
The battlefield inside the grand Monaco ballroom was a warzone of shattered glass, overturned tables, and the echoes of gunfire.Smoke curled through the air, mixing with the scent of blood and burning electronics.But amidst the chaos, one figure moved like a ghost, cutting through Graves' elite security with brutal precision.Reginald Montgomery.No longer the weakened prisoner they had rescued.No longer the man the Council had tried to erase.He was something else now—something dangerous.Max barely had time to process it. One moment, a guard was raising his rifle to fire.The next, his father was already behind him, twisting his arm with a sickening snap before slamming a knife into his throat.Another guard lunged forward. Reginald sidestepped effortlessly, one precise shot between the eyes.Max exhaled sharply.He had seen ruthless efficiency before. But this? This was personal.Graves, watching from the elevated stage, took an involuntary step back.For the first time since he
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 156
The explosion tore through the event hall just as Max and his team lunged out of the collapsing building. The blast wave sent them sprawling, debris crashing down around them. Smoke filled the air, choking, blinding.Max hit the pavement hard, pain jolting through his ribs. His ears rang, his vision blurred, but his mind was clear—Graves was getting away.A strong hand gripped his arm, yanking him to his feet. Reginald. His father’s expression was unreadable, but his voice was firm.“This was just a test, Max.” Reginald scanned the wreckage behind them. “The real war begins now.”Max clenched his jaw, shaking off the pain. “Then let’s end it before it starts. Graves is running scared. He’s weaker than ever.”Elliot stumbled over, blood dripping from a gash on his temple. “Weak? The bastard just set off a bomb in Monaco and still managed to slip away. He’s not weak. He’s desperate.”Red Fang cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders. “Which makes him unpredictable. Desperate men do stupi
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 157
The tension in the war room was suffocating. Everyone knew the Council had made its last, most desperate move. The problem was, no one knew exactly what that meant—until now.Molly’s fingers flew over the keyboard, her expression growing darker by the second. “I found it.”Max stood behind her, arms crossed. “Tell me.”Molly exhaled sharply, flipping the screen around so everyone could see. “Omega Protocol isn’t about assassinations or military coups. It’s bigger. It’s global.”Elliot leaned in, his eyes narrowing. “What are we looking at?”Molly tapped the screen. “This is a coordinated economic collapse. The Council is pulling the plug on major economies—banking institutions, digital markets, entire financial networks.”Max’s chest tightened. They weren’t just attacking one government. They were attacking civilization itself.Emily, who had been quiet until now, whispered, “If they do this, the world will go into total chaos. Food shortages. Power grids failing. Riots. War.”Molly n
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 158
The war room was silent. The weight of the impossible choice loomed over Max like a noose tightening around his throat. Save Emily, or stop the Council.Elliot stood across from him, arms crossed, frustration flickering in his eyes. “You know this is a setup, Max. Graves wants you to come alone. You walk into that, and you’re dead.”Max’s jaw tightened. “Then I’ll make sure I take him with me.”Red Fang slammed his knife into the table, the blade sticking deep into the wood. “This is stupid. We don’t split up. Not now.”Molly, pale and tense, barely looked up from her screen. “The Council is already initiating Omega Protocol. We have minutes before they crash the global economy. If we don’t stop them now, the world burns.”Max exhaled. His mind was a battlefield, every thought colliding like soldiers charging into war. Emily’s face flashed in his mind. He had never doubted his decisions before. Until now.Elliot’s voice cut through the haze. “Let me lead the mission. You go after Emil
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 159
Pain exploded through Max’s ribs as he hit the cold steel floor. His breath came in ragged, uneven gasps. His body screamed at him to stay down.Graves loomed above him, calm, composed, untouched. Every hit he had landed was calculated—not just to hurt, but to humiliate.“You’ve fought so hard to uncover the truth, Max.” Graves’ voice was smooth, almost amused. He crouched down beside him, gripping Max’s chin, forcing him to look up. “But power? Power was never meant for people like you.”Max’s vision blurred, blood dripping down his face, mixing with the sweat and dirt. His body felt like it had been hit by a train, every nerve screaming in protest.But he didn’t look away.Didn’t submit.Graves exhaled through his nose, as if disappointed. “You should’ve just accepted your place. You could’ve been something. But instead, you chose to be a thorn in my side. And thorns, Max? They get ripped out.”He drove a boot into Max’s chest. Hard.Max gritted his teeth as a fresh wave of pain tor
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 160
Max barely felt the pain anymore. His body had been beaten, broken, and pushed to its limits—but none of that mattered. Not now. Not when Emily’s life was on the line.Graves’ voice still echoed in his ears, smooth, confident, filled with amusement.“You’ve fought so hard to uncover the truth, Max. But power? Power was never meant for people like you.”Max had heard those words before. People like you.They had told his father the same thing before they locked him away. Before they stripped him of his name, his empire, his legacy.Max was done listening.His fingers curled around the small, concealed blade hidden in his sleeve. He barely moved, barely breathed, waiting for the moment when Graves leaned just a little too close.Then, with a flick of his wrist, he struck.The blade sliced deep into Graves’ forearm.Graves let out a sharp snarl, stumbling back, blood dripping onto the cold steel floor. His smug demeanor shattered.Max didn’t give him time to recover. He surged forward, d
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 161
The world was imploding in real time, and Max and his team watched in horror as news feeds and security briefings poured in from every corner of the globe. Computer screens flashed with emergency bulletins: banks collapsing, government networks going dark, entire cities teetering on the edge of anarchy as the financial collapse spiraled.“How bad is it?” Max paced the dimly lit war room, his tone urgent and clipped.Molly stared at her laptop, eyes wide. “Worse than anything we’ve seen. Banks are freezing all assets, nuclear submarines lost contact with command, and some countries’ power grids have already failed.”Elliot leaned against the wall, arms folded, voice grim. “So, this is it. The endgame.”Max stopped pacing, fists clenched. “We’re not letting Graves win. We stop Omega Protocol or we die trying.”Emily looked up from a stack of frantic communiqués. “World leaders are panicking. Some are blaming each other, others are calling for a global state of emergency.”Red Fang snort
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Max’s father, who had been quietly observing, let out a troubled sigh. “So, that’s where they started. The seat of influence. The place they built centuries ago to shape politics, faith, and money.”Elliot gave a humorless laugh. “They’ve been hiding under the Pope’s nose this entire time? That’s beyond twisted.”Max’s expression hardened. “Then that’s where we go.”“Are you insane?” Molly looked at him like he’d lost his mind. “The Vatican is one of the most secure places on the planet, and that’s before you factor in Council infiltration.”Red Fang sneered. “Secure for them. We’ll do what we always do—walk in and tear it down.”Elliot crossed his arms. “**We’re not exactly in top shape to storm a bunker in Vatican City. The entire world’s on fire, borders are locked down, airports are chaos—we can’t just hop on a plane.”Emily stepped forward, tone resolute. “We find a way. We always do.”Max nodded. “They want to bury the world in chaos, and they’re using that bunker to orchestrate
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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
CHAPTER 215
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
CHAPTER 211
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
