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The room smelled of old leather and expensive whiskey. Max stood in the dimly lit study of his grandfather’s estate, a place he hadn’t seen in years. The flickering firelight cast long shadows across the mahogany furniture, illuminating the figure seated in the grand leather chair before him.His grandfather, William Montgomery, looked as sharp as ever—aged, but unbroken. His eyes, once filled with the cold calculation of a businessman, now held something deeper. Something Max had never seen before.Regret.The old man exhaled slowly, placing a heavy, black metallic box on the table between them.“This belonged to your father,” William said, his voice carrying the weight of decades.Max’s fingers twitched. “You said this was about him.”William nodded. “Because I wasn’t the only one keeping secrets, Max. Your father knew something—a truth so dangerous, he died trying to keep it from them.”Max didn’t hesitate. He unlatched the box and lifted the lid.Inside, resting against the velvet
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 180
Max sat in the dimly lit study, his father’s message still echoing in his head."If you fight them, they will use everything against you—including the people you love."The weight of those words pressed against his chest like a vice. The Architects had shaped history, controlled evolution, and erased threats before they ever became problems.And now, he had a choice.Destroy them completely—trigger a war that would rip the world apart.Or infiltrate them—take their power, and rewrite the rules himself.Elliot paced near the fireplace, his expression dark. “There’s no way in hell we let them live, Max. We wipe them out. No negotiations, no deals.”Red Fang leaned against the bookshelf, arms crossed. “And how do you propose we do that, genius? They’re not a single organization. They’re a system. A shadow network that’s been running the world for centuries.”Elliot turned on him. “So what? We just let them keep playing god?”Max didn’t respond. He was still running the numbers in his hea
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 181
Max adjusted his cufflinks, his reflection staring back at him from the polished elevator doors. His new identity—Alexander Mercer, global investor, power broker, and the latest addition to the world’s most exclusive circle—was flawless. Every record, every transaction, and every piece of fabricated history had been carefully placed to ensure he belonged here.This was the game now.He wasn’t storming their gates. He was walking through the front door.The elevator chimed softly, and the doors slid open to reveal the highest floor of the Obsidian Tower—an unmarked skyscraper in the heart of Zurich, its existence wiped from public records.Inside, the air carried an unspoken weight.The room was lavish but without excess—old power, the kind that didn’t need to prove itself. Dark marble floors, dim chandeliers, and a long, polished table where men and women sat, their expressions unreadable.These weren’t just billionaires.These were the ones who built empires, destroyed nations, and r
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Max had played dangerous games before—blackmail, deception, assassination. But nothing compared to this.He wasn’t just infiltrating The Architects.He was becoming one of them.Every day inside their empire gave him more access—to their networks, their systems, their vulnerabilities. He was slipping through the cracks, learning their deepest secrets.And yet, the deeper he went…The more he changed.Emily sat across from him in their penthouse suite in Zurich, watching him with cautious eyes. The glow from the city skyline reflected against the glass, illuminating the silence between them.“You’re different,” she said finally.Max didn’t look up from the encrypted files on his tablet. “I have to be.”Emily leaned forward, frustration flickering in her gaze. “That’s not what I mean. You’re colder. More distant.”Max exhaled, setting the tablet down. “I don’t have the luxury of hesitation. Every move I make, every word I say—it’s all a calculation now.”Emily’s voice softened. “I know
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 183
Max sat in the dim glow of his penthouse suite, the black folder still open in front of him. Elliot’s photo stared back at him, a reminder of how far they had come—and how far they had fallen.His mind churned. They expected him to kill Elliot. His first act as an Architect was to erase one of the few people who had never betrayed him.This was the real test.Not just loyalty—but obedience.And he had exactly one week to decide.The Obsidian Tower loomed above Zurich, its presence a silent declaration of power. Max walked into the private boardroom, where Silas Grayson sat waiting, his silver hair neatly combed, his fingers tapping against his whiskey glass.Anastasia Voss and Viktor LaSalle were there too, watching him closely.Silas gave him a measured look. “You’ve reviewed the file?”Max nodded. “I have.”Anastasia tilted her head. “And?”Max leaned back in his chair, his face unreadable. “I’ll handle it.”Viktor smirked. “Good. We thought you might hesitate.”Max forced a slight
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 184
Max had played dangerous games before, but none like this.This wasn’t just about deception.This was war.Every move he made inside The Architects had to be precise, a step ahead of their scrutiny. Every conversation was a test. Every glance, a measurement of his worth.He had spent years fighting these kinds of people. Now, he had become one of them—at least, that’s what they believed.And now, they wanted him to kill Elliot.The name sat inside a sleek black folder on his desk, stark against the dim glow of his penthouse. The weight of it pressed against his chest like a vice.This wasn’t just a kill order.This was a final line in the sand.The warehouse outside Zurich smelled of rust, oil, and inevitability. The cold seeped into Max’s bones as he adjusted the explosives, carefully wiring them to detonate in sequence.Elliot sat on a crate, arms crossed, watching him. His usual smirk was absent, replaced by a quiet wariness.“So, let me get this straight,” Elliot said, his voice m
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But before the conversation could continue, the doors at the far end of the room swung open.And the room fell silent.Because only one person commanded that kind of reaction.The Grand Architect.He moved like a shadow, his presence sharp, a whisper of something ancient and untouchable. His tailored black suit bore no wrinkles, his silver hair was swept back with precision.But it was his eyes that set him apart.Calculating. Endless.His gaze settled on Max, and for the first time since he had stepped into this world, Max felt truly measured.“You,” the Grand Architect said smoothly, taking his seat at the head of the table, “are either our greatest recruit…”He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.“...or our biggest mistake.”Max didn’t blink. Didn’t shift.He had played this game before.The Grand Architect smirked, fingers tapping against the edge of his glass. “Your execution of Elliot Stoke was impressive.”Max nodded once. “I don’t fail assignments.”The Grand Arch
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 186
The target’s secret meeting place was a private estate outside the city, surrounded by dense forest. Max arrived at dusk, blending into the security detail like a ghost.Through the scope of his rifle, he saw the target step onto the balcony. Alone. Vulnerable.One clean shot. That was all it would take.His finger tightened on the trigger—Then the target turned.And Max’s world shattered.Because standing beside the man was his father.Max’s breath caught in his throat.His father. Alive.The man who had vanished, presumed dead for years. The man who had left behind only warnings, whispers, and an old video message.Yet here he was, standing in the flesh, looking directly at Max’s position.As if he had known he would come.Max lowered his rifle. His heart slammed against his ribs. This wasn’t just a test of loyalty anymore. This was something else.He had to get inside.Inside the estate, security was tight, but Max wasn’t just anyone. He knew the movements, the gaps, the blind spo
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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
