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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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Max’s finger hovered over the trigger. The weight of the gun felt heavier than it ever had before. The Grand Architect’s voice still echoed in his earpiece.“Kill the target now, Max. Or your entire cover is blown.”His father stood before him, calm, almost resigned. There was no fear in his expression.Max’s mind was at war with itself. If he fired, he would be just another pawn, another puppet dancing on The Architects’ strings. But if he didn’t—if he hesitated—his own life became forfeit.Then his father spoke.“You’re too deep, Max,” he said, voice low, measured. “You think you can manipulate them, but they’ve already manipulated you.”Max’s grip on the gun tightened. “What the hell are you talking about?”His father exhaled. “You’ve spent so much time pretending to be one of them that you don’t see it anymore. You’re playing their game by their rules. But you never had a real choice.”Max’s pulse pounded. “I’ve been dismantling them from the inside. I’m in control.”His father sh
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 188
Before Max could speak, the earpiece crackled to life again.The Grand Architect’s voice was calm. Too calm.“Max,” he said smoothly. “Your hesitation is… concerning.”Max’s stomach dropped. They were watching. They knew.He shot a look at his father, who merely folded his arms, waiting.The Grand Architect’s voice sharpened. “You have twenty-four hours to prove your loyalty.”A pause.Then, the cold, final words.“Or you will be erased.”Max’s pulse thundered.Twenty-four hours.To make the most dangerous choice of his life.Max stood at the window of his penthouse, staring at the city skyline. Lights flickered in the darkness, each one representing a life that The Architects had already classified, categorized, and decided upon.He had made his choice.He was staying inside.Not because he believed in them. Not because he had fallen for their twisted ideology.But because power couldn’t be destroyed from the outside. It had to be dismantled from within.And to do that, he had to bec
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 189
The Vienna Black Room was more than just a meeting place—it was a cathedral of power. The air itself felt heavier inside, thick with the presence of men and women who didn’t just influence history but rewrote it before the ink dried.Max sat at the long obsidian table, his posture unreadable, his expression a mask of cold calculation. Around him, the world’s true rulers gathered—presidents, billionaires, military strategists, and corporate titans whose names never appeared in the news but whose whispers could start wars.At the head of it all sat The Grand Architect.His presence was a force of gravity, silent but inescapable. He moved with a precision that suggested complete mastery—of his surroundings, of the people in the room, of Max himself.Max’s heartbeat remained steady, his breathing controlled. He had spent months playing the game, but now, he was at the heart of the machine.He couldn’t falter.Not now.The Grand Architect tapped a single key on his sleek black console.The
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 190
Max had always known he was being watched.But now?Now, he was being hunted.Since the Vienna meeting, every move he made, every word he spoke, was under silent scrutiny. The Grand Architect had given him access to their most classified operations, invited him into their inner sanctum—but Max wasn’t naive enough to believe it was real trust.No, this was a test.And the man testing him was someone Max had only ever heard of in whispers.Specter.Specter wasn’t just an assassin. He was a myth.A shadow that moved between empires, toppling them without ever leaving proof he existed. He had executed high-ranking officials in locked rooms, erased entire rogue networks before they had a chance to strike. Some believed he was a ghost, an entity that The Architects had fabricated to keep their own people in line.Max knew better.Because now, Specter was watching him.And when Specter watched you, it only meant one thing—you were already marked for death.Max first noticed something was wro
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 191
Specter wanted him to feel hunted.That was his first mistake.Because Max Montgomery never played the prey.Max had spent his life dismantling the most powerful players in the world, outmaneuvering warlords, governments, and intelligence agencies that thought they were invincible.Specter might have been the Architects’ greatest weapon, but he had never hunted someone like Max.And Max had no intention of waiting to see what happened next.If Specter was going to play a game, then Max was going to change the rules.Max had spent years tracking people. Governments, syndicates, warlords—he had studied them, infiltrated them, and dismantled them from the inside.But now, he was the one being hunted.Specter wasn’t just observing him anymore. He was inside the walls, inside the game.Every step Max took, every encrypted message he sent, every coded conversation—Specter was there. Watching. Calculating. Waiting for Max to make a mistake.And Max knew one thing with certainty:Specter didn
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Molly froze.Max went rigid.The server displays distorted, lines of code scrambling, their secure systems being overridden in real-time.Max’s blood went cold. Specter wasn’t just watching. He was already inside.“Max,” Molly whispered. “He knows.”The realization hit hard.Specter had let them think they were playing him.But they were the ones walking into the trap.Max reached for his gun just as the power cut out. Total blackout.A single emergency light flickered red.“Molly, MOVE—”The door exploded inward.Smoke. Silence.A figure moved through the chaos like a ghost.Then—pain.Max barely registered the impact before he crashed to the ground, vision flashing white as a sharp, precise strike caught him behind the ribs.Specter.Max rolled, gun raised, but the room was empty.Molly was gone.The Message That Changed EverythingMax forced himself to stand, heart pounding, scanning the wreckage of the safehouse. Specter hadn’t killed him.That meant he wanted something else.Then
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Max circled him slowly, his thoughts racing. Specter wasn’t just a fighter. He was a tactician.This wasn’t just physical combat—it was psychological warfare.Specter was reading him, watching for any hesitation, any opening.But Max had spent months inside The Architects’ world.And now, he understood them.He had spent so long pretending to be one of them that he had learned how they thought.And that was how he was going to win.Specter lunged again, this time going for pressure points. Max barely avoided the strike to his carotid artery, countering with a feint of his own—letting Specter think he had an opening.Specter took the bait.And in that split second—Max struck.A vicious, brutal uppercut to the ribs, followed by a palm strike to the throat.Specter stumbled.For the first time, Max saw hesitation.He pressed the attack, slamming Specter backward against a rusted metal beam. His gun was out in a blink, pressed against Specter’s temple.Breathing hard, Max had him.Specter
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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
