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ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 169
Ethan stood in the center of the Elliot estate’s private war room, surrounded by his closest allies—Lisa, Harris, and his top executives. The air was thick with tension.A traitor was among them.Ethan’s gaze swept across the room. Every face. Every movement. Every breath.“Someone in this circle has been feeding The Serpent information,” he said, voice calm but laced with ice. “I don’t need confessions. I don’t need excuses. I need the truth.”Silence.Lisa leaned forward, arms crossed. “Here’s how this works. We’re running full background checks on every one of you—emails, bank records, calls. If there’s even a whisper of betrayal, we’ll find it.”Harris cracked his knuckles. “And when we do?” He smiled coldly. “Let’s just say I’ve been itching to make an example out of someone.”One of the executives, Mason, shifted uncomfortably. “Come on, Ethan. We’ve been with you for years. You really think one of us would—”Ethan’s eyes snapped to him.Mason shut up.Lisa exhaled sharply. “The
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 170
The world was quieter now. The fires had begun to die, the dust settling over a battlefield that would soon be swallowed by history. The Council was gone, their empire in ruins. And yet, for Max Montgomery, the war didn’t feel over.Not yet.Standing at the edge of the Vatican ruins, he watched as his team—the people who had fought beside him, bled beside him—prepared to go their separate ways.Elliot adjusted the strap of his backpack, his expression unreadable. He had been at Max’s side from the beginning, through every mission, every loss. But now, he was walking away.Max frowned. “You don’t have to disappear, you know.”Elliot smirked. “Yeah, I do.”Max searched his friend’s face. “Where will you go?”Elliot pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket and pressed it into Max’s palm. “We’ll meet again.”Max unfolded it, but the only thing written inside was a set of coordinates. Before he could ask, Elliot turned and walked away, blending into the crowd of civilians trying to r
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 171
The screen flickered, casting an eerie blue glow over Max’s face. The ruins of the Vatican bunker loomed behind him, but for the first time in what felt like forever, the war was over.Or so he thought.His eyes skimmed the decrypted file, his breath slowing. The message was brief—just a few sentences buried beneath layers of security only Graves himself had locked away.It was his father’s last message."Max, you did well. But the real enemy was never the Council. They were just pawns in something much bigger. If you ever want the full truth… look for The Architects.”Max’s pulse hammered against his ribs. He read it again. Then again.It didn’t change.“The Architects?” Emily whispered, peering over his shoulder.Max barely heard her. His fingers curled into fists as his father’s words burned into his mind.The Council—every horror he had fought, every enemy he had taken down—had only been pawns?Then who was truly pulling the strings?Elliot’s departure. Red Fang’s rise. The collap
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 172
The room was silent except for the soft hum of Molly’s computer. Max stared at the screen, the single word “The Architects” glowing like a specter in the dim light. His chest tightened. The Council had been powerful—terrifyingly so—but if they were disposable, then what kind of power did these Architects wield?Molly’s fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard, breaking through layers of encryption left behind by Graves. The more she uncovered, the deeper the shadows seemed to stretch.Emily, sitting beside Max, rubbed her temples. “This doesn’t feel like an enemy we can fight the way we fought the Council.”Max’s jaw tightened. “We’re about to find out.”A final keystroke from Molly, and the file unlocked. A series of coded messages, historical records, and classified intelligence sprawled across the screen.Max leaned in, eyes scanning the text."The Architects existed long before the Secret Council. Before governments, before global economies, before nations even understood power, we
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 173
The night air was thick with smoke and the scent of burning wood. The Montgomery estate, once a fortress, was now a smoldering ruin. But the true battle hadn’t begun until the flames reached their peak.Gunfire erupted from the perimeter. Short. Precise. Deadly.Max turned sharply, his instincts flaring as his security forces scrambled to engage the unseen enemy. But something was wrong—there were no screams, no drawn-out fights. Just bodies dropping in eerie silence.Then he saw them.Dark figures moving through the smoke, their forms almost blending with the night. They weren’t just mercenaries. They were ghosts.Max grabbed his pistol and sprinted toward the fray.Red Fang was already locked in a brutal struggle. He parried a silent attacker’s blade with his forearm, blood spraying from the deep cut. He twisted, attempting to counter, but the assassin moved with unnatural speed—dodging, evading, striking without hesitation.“Who the hell are these guys?!” Red Fang roared, blocking
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 174
The Zurich air was sharp and cold, the kind that cut deep into your lungs with every breath. Midnight had come and gone, and Max Montgomery stood in the shadows of an abandoned industrial complex, waiting.Emily and Red Fang flanked him, both tense. Molly monitored their surroundings through a portable device, tracking movement within a five-mile radius.The message had been clear: Follow the red signal.A faint red glow pulsed from a rooftop ahead.“She’s here,” Max murmured.Emily’s fingers tightened around the grip of her pistol. “Let’s hope she’s not leading us into an ambush.”Red Fang snorted. “Oh, we’re walking into an ambush, alright. Question is, whose?”They moved swiftly, scaling the metal staircase to the rooftop where the red glow flickered from a small transmitter. A lone figure stood by the edge, her posture relaxed but alert.Luciana Dantes.She was older than Max expected, mid-forties, elegant but hardened. Dark eyes, sharp features, and a presence that demanded atten
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 175
The safe house was buried deep in the Swiss Alps, a nondescript cabin built into the side of a ridge. The cold, crisp air cut through the trees, the kind of isolation that made it feel like the rest of the world didn’t exist.But Max knew better.Nothing was safe anymore.Inside, the dim lighting flickered as Luciana Dantes lay on a couch, her breathing shallow. The bullet that had grazed her at the meeting point hadn’t been fatal, but it had left her weakened.Red Fang stood by the front door, scanning the tree line with his rifle. “I don’t like this,” he muttered. “Too quiet.”Max was pacing, every muscle in his body wound tight. “The Architects don’t let people walk away from them. They let us take her because they wanted to.”Emily adjusted the makeshift bandage on Luciana’s shoulder. “Then why aren’t they here yet?”Luciana opened her eyes, her voice weak but sharp. “Because they don’t just send armies, Max.” She met his gaze. “They send doubt.”A chill ran down Max’s spine.Befo
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 176
The air inside the private jet was thick with tension. The GPS coordinates Luciana had given them were clear—Tokyo. Beneath the city, buried under layers of secrecy, lay a vault that could hold the answers they needed.Max sat in the cockpit, his fingers tapping against the armrest. His mind was still processing Luciana’s death, the betrayal at the safe house, and the fact that they were now flying straight into a hornet’s nest.Red Fang leaned against the cabin wall, arms crossed. “Tell me again why we’re trusting a dead woman’s final clue?”Molly’s voice crackled through their comms. “Because it’s all we have. The Architects erased Luciana because she knew something. And whatever’s in that vault is what they don’t want us to find.”Elliot, seated across from Max, smirked. “We better find it fast, then. We’ve already pissed them off enough.”Max exhaled. The Architects didn’t just eliminate threats. They erased them. And now, they were about to walk straight into one of their most cl
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CHAPTER 218
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
CHAPTER 217
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
CHAPTER 216
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