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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
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 162
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
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 163
The ancient skyline of Rome lay before them as they descended. Even from the air, Max could see chaos unfolding: streets clogged with protestors, fires flickering in the distance, sirens echoing off centuries-old buildings. The world’s financial collapse had reached Europe, and the city was on the brink.Emily leaned over the seat, peering through the helicopter’s window. “Max, look down there. It’s anarchy. We might not even make it through those streets.”Max tightened his grip on the harness. “We have to. The bunker’s somewhere under the Vatican catacombs.”Elliot snorted. “If Graves wanted to pick the perfect stage for a final showdown, he chose well. The Council’s been burying secrets down there for centuries.”Red Fang checked his gear, a grim smile on his face. “Then let’s rip those secrets out of the ground.”Max’s thoughts whirled as the helicopter touched down on a half-abandoned rooftop. He couldn’t ignore the tension building in his chest. Graves has been planning this lon
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 164
Suddenly, the lamps buzzed, revealing a lone figure at the far end of the hall. No guards. No backup. Just Graves, standing calmly with his hands clasped behind his back, wearing that same condescending smile.Elliot stopped, raising his weapon. “Don’t trust this.”Graves lifted a brow. “Ah, Elliot Stoke. The reluctant ally turned saboteur. And Max Montgomery—what a family reunion.”Max’s voice was cold. “We’re here to finish what you started.”Graves chuckled, echoing through the vaulted chamber. “I started nothing. I merely inherited the Council’s vision. But you—” He pointed at Max, his eyes gleaming. “You’re the fool who thinks you can destroy an idea.”Red Fang spat on the ground. “Keep talking, old man. We’re not impressed.”Max’s thoughts hammered in his skull: Why is he alone? Where are the guards? The Council’s loyal to him— unless he wants us to think this is easy.Graves took a slow step forward, arms still relaxed at his sides. “You’ve come so far. Sacrificed so much. All
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 165
They found Graves sitting in the center of a vast, ancient chamber deep beneath the Vatican—a grand table of carved stone stood before him, illuminated by flickering torchlight. The centuries-old walls bore the weight of history, every inch etched with secrets long hidden.Graves lifted his gaze as Max and his team approached, arms tense and weapons at the ready. The Council’s leader looked remarkably calm, even relaxed, as he poured himself a drink from a crystal decanter. His lips curved into a faint, mocking smile.“You made it,” he said, voice echoing through the cavernous hall. “Before you kill me, let’s talk.”Red Fang snorted, stepping forward with his weapon raised. “I’m done talking.”Graves arched an eyebrow, swirling the liquor in his glass. “Are you? Because if you shoot me now, you’ll never know the final truth of Omega Protocol.”Elliot exhaled slowly, eyes flicking to Max. “We came here to stop you, not to hear more of your speeches.”Max’s heart pounded. He remembered
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 166
Graves’ eyes slid over to Max’s father, who stood silent in the shadows. “Don’t all Montgomeries crave power in the end? Isn’t that the legacy, Reginald?”Reginald bristled, stepping forward. “My legacy is none of your concern.”Max’s mind spun with the enormity of Graves’ words. Kill him, and the new world order plunges into irreversible chaos. Spare him, and become the thing he despised.He tightened his grip on his weapon. “I’m not playing your game, Graves.”Graves lifted a brow. “Oh, but you are. The moment you stepped foot in this bunker, you became a participant.”Molly whispered behind Max, “He can’t be serious. Omega Protocol can’t be that absolute.”Graves gave her a pitying smile. “You’d be surprised. It’s older than you think—plans laid down before you were even born.” Emily touched Max’s shoulder again, voice low. “You’re not them. You’re not your father’s betrayal, you’re not the Council’s puppet. Please, remember that.”Max’s thoughts churned with doubt and determinati
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 167
The cold weight of the gun in Max’s hand felt heavier than ever. His heartbeat thundered in his ears, drowning out everything else. The choice before him was a devil’s bargain—kill Graves and inherit a poisoned throne, or let him live and become a puppet to the same cycle of tyranny.But then, Max saw something else.The core.A towering monolith of tech, embedded into the ancient stone walls of the Vatican’s hidden bunker. Wires pulsed like veins of a mechanical god, feeding into Omega Protocol, the system that had brought the world to its knees.This wasn’t a throne. It was a leash.And Max was done playing their game.He raised his gun—not at Graves, but at the control core.Graves’ smirk wavered. “What do you think you’re doing?”Max’s finger tensed on the trigger. For the first time, Graves looked nervous.“You idiot—if you destroy that, you’ll—”BANG.The bullet tore through the control core, striking dead center. The screen fractured, sparks erupting as the entire system scream
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 168
Smoke curled from the ruins of the Vatican bunker, the last remnant of the Council’s stronghold. Fires still burned in the distance, and the world, though free, stood on the precipice of uncertainty.Max Montgomery exhaled slowly, his chest rising and falling with exhaustion. His body ached from the brutal battle, every muscle screaming for relief. Yet, despite the pain, he felt something foreign—peace.Elliot stood beside him, his arms crossed as he surveyed the destruction. His sharp blue eyes flickered to Max. “The world’s looking for a new ruler,” he said, voice edged with both caution and curiosity. “What happens next?”Max let the question hang in the air.He knew the answer.If he wanted, he could take it all. The fractured governments, the collapsed economies, the remnants of the Council’s infrastructure—he could shape the world as he saw fit. No one could stop him now. Not after everything he had done. Not after everything he had lost.But was that ever what he truly wanted?
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CHAPTER 168
Smoke curled from the ruins of the Vatican bunker, the last remnant of the Council’s stronghold. Fires still burned in the distance, and the world, though free, stood on the precipice of uncertainty.Max Montgomery exhaled slowly, his chest rising and falling with exhaustion. His body ached from the brutal battle, every muscle screaming for relief. Yet, despite the pain, he felt something foreign—peace.Elliot stood beside him, his arms crossed as he surveyed the destruction. His sharp blue eyes flickered to Max. “The world’s looking for a new ruler,” he said, voice edged with both caution and curiosity. “What happens next?”Max let the question hang in the air.He knew the answer.If he wanted, he could take it all. The fractured governments, the collapsed economies, the remnants of the Council’s infrastructure—he could shape the world as he saw fit. No one could stop him now. Not after everything he had done. Not after everything he had lost.But was that ever what he truly wanted?
CHAPTER 167
The cold weight of the gun in Max’s hand felt heavier than ever. His heartbeat thundered in his ears, drowning out everything else. The choice before him was a devil’s bargain—kill Graves and inherit a poisoned throne, or let him live and become a puppet to the same cycle of tyranny.But then, Max saw something else.The core.A towering monolith of tech, embedded into the ancient stone walls of the Vatican’s hidden bunker. Wires pulsed like veins of a mechanical god, feeding into Omega Protocol, the system that had brought the world to its knees.This wasn’t a throne. It was a leash.And Max was done playing their game.He raised his gun—not at Graves, but at the control core.Graves’ smirk wavered. “What do you think you’re doing?”Max’s finger tensed on the trigger. For the first time, Graves looked nervous.“You idiot—if you destroy that, you’ll—”BANG.The bullet tore through the control core, striking dead center. The screen fractured, sparks erupting as the entire system scream
CHAPTER 166
Graves’ eyes slid over to Max’s father, who stood silent in the shadows. “Don’t all Montgomeries crave power in the end? Isn’t that the legacy, Reginald?”Reginald bristled, stepping forward. “My legacy is none of your concern.”Max’s mind spun with the enormity of Graves’ words. Kill him, and the new world order plunges into irreversible chaos. Spare him, and become the thing he despised.He tightened his grip on his weapon. “I’m not playing your game, Graves.”Graves lifted a brow. “Oh, but you are. The moment you stepped foot in this bunker, you became a participant.”Molly whispered behind Max, “He can’t be serious. Omega Protocol can’t be that absolute.”Graves gave her a pitying smile. “You’d be surprised. It’s older than you think—plans laid down before you were even born.” Emily touched Max’s shoulder again, voice low. “You’re not them. You’re not your father’s betrayal, you’re not the Council’s puppet. Please, remember that.”Max’s thoughts churned with doubt and determinati
CHAPTER 165
They found Graves sitting in the center of a vast, ancient chamber deep beneath the Vatican—a grand table of carved stone stood before him, illuminated by flickering torchlight. The centuries-old walls bore the weight of history, every inch etched with secrets long hidden.Graves lifted his gaze as Max and his team approached, arms tense and weapons at the ready. The Council’s leader looked remarkably calm, even relaxed, as he poured himself a drink from a crystal decanter. His lips curved into a faint, mocking smile.“You made it,” he said, voice echoing through the cavernous hall. “Before you kill me, let’s talk.”Red Fang snorted, stepping forward with his weapon raised. “I’m done talking.”Graves arched an eyebrow, swirling the liquor in his glass. “Are you? Because if you shoot me now, you’ll never know the final truth of Omega Protocol.”Elliot exhaled slowly, eyes flicking to Max. “We came here to stop you, not to hear more of your speeches.”Max’s heart pounded. He remembered
CHAPTER 164
Suddenly, the lamps buzzed, revealing a lone figure at the far end of the hall. No guards. No backup. Just Graves, standing calmly with his hands clasped behind his back, wearing that same condescending smile.Elliot stopped, raising his weapon. “Don’t trust this.”Graves lifted a brow. “Ah, Elliot Stoke. The reluctant ally turned saboteur. And Max Montgomery—what a family reunion.”Max’s voice was cold. “We’re here to finish what you started.”Graves chuckled, echoing through the vaulted chamber. “I started nothing. I merely inherited the Council’s vision. But you—” He pointed at Max, his eyes gleaming. “You’re the fool who thinks you can destroy an idea.”Red Fang spat on the ground. “Keep talking, old man. We’re not impressed.”Max’s thoughts hammered in his skull: Why is he alone? Where are the guards? The Council’s loyal to him— unless he wants us to think this is easy.Graves took a slow step forward, arms still relaxed at his sides. “You’ve come so far. Sacrificed so much. All
CHAPTER 163
The ancient skyline of Rome lay before them as they descended. Even from the air, Max could see chaos unfolding: streets clogged with protestors, fires flickering in the distance, sirens echoing off centuries-old buildings. The world’s financial collapse had reached Europe, and the city was on the brink.Emily leaned over the seat, peering through the helicopter’s window. “Max, look down there. It’s anarchy. We might not even make it through those streets.”Max tightened his grip on the harness. “We have to. The bunker’s somewhere under the Vatican catacombs.”Elliot snorted. “If Graves wanted to pick the perfect stage for a final showdown, he chose well. The Council’s been burying secrets down there for centuries.”Red Fang checked his gear, a grim smile on his face. “Then let’s rip those secrets out of the ground.”Max’s thoughts whirled as the helicopter touched down on a half-abandoned rooftop. He couldn’t ignore the tension building in his chest. Graves has been planning this lon
CHAPTER 162
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
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
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
