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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
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 192
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
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 193
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
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 194
Max’s stomach twisted. He forced himself to speak, his voice eerily calm.“Tell me this is a mistake.”Molly swallowed. “It’s not.”The Architects’ new leader. The one who had replaced Max before he even had a chance to destroy them.His grandfather.Silence fell over the room.Elliot let out a low curse. “Damn.”Red Fang ran a hand through his hair. “Didn’t see that coming.”Max clenched his jaw, his breath slow, controlled. This wasn’t just betrayal. This was war.His grandfather—the man who had disappeared from his life years ago. The man he had barely thought about beyond the occasional whispers of a family legacy he never wanted.And now?That man was leading The Architects.Elliot leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “Alright. Let’s break this down. Your grandfather is now running the most dangerous organization in the world. And none of us saw it coming.”Molly tapped at her screen, pulling up historical files. “It makes sense, though. Your grandfather had old money, influenc
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 195
The storm raged outside the hidden estate, the wind howling through the trees like a warning. Rain lashed against the stone walls, thunder rumbling across the sky.But Max barely noticed.His focus was on the man waiting inside.His grandfather.The man who had once been nothing more than a ghost in family history. A quiet presence, always watching from the sidelines. A man Max had barely given thought to—until now.Until he realized he had been the enemy all along.Max shoved the heavy doors open, stepping into the dimly lit hall of the estate. The old-world architecture stood firm, untouched by time. Just like the man who had built it.At the far end of the room, seated in an old leather chair beside a roaring fire, was his grandfather.A man who had spent decades manipulating history.A man who had just declared war against his own blood.Max exhaled sharply. “Built it?” His voice was laced with bitter disbelief. “You’ve manipulated the world from the shadows. You’ve rewritten hist
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 196
Max exhaled sharply. “Built it?” His voice was laced with bitter disbelief. “You’ve manipulated the world from the shadows. You’ve rewritten history to suit your own interests.”His grandfather turned to face him. “And what do you think I was doing it for?”Max’s jaw tightened.His grandfather smiled, just slightly. “For you.”The words struck harder than any bullet.Max barely kept his expression controlled. “Don’t insult me.”His grandfather tilted his head. “Why do you think you were allowed to get this far?”The implication was clear.Max’s blood ran cold. “You’re saying I was a pawn?”His grandfather took a slow step forward. “I’m saying you were a test.”Max’s stomach twisted.It had never been about stopping The Architects.It had been about shaping him into something else.“You played the game well,” his grandfather continued. “I was watching. Waiting to see if you could survive.”Max shook his head, his voice quiet, dangerous. “Survive what?”His grandfather’s smile faded. “T
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 197
The world had changed.The Architects had fallen. Their empire, once untouchable, was now reduced to whispers of a forgotten order.And at the center of it all stood Max Montgomery.His name was spoken in the halls of power, in the backrooms of governments, in the dark corridors of what remained of The Architects’ shattered network.Some called him a hero.Others called him a monster.But no one questioned the truth anymore.Max Montgomery was the most powerful man alive.And the world… was waiting for his next move.Max stood in the remains of his grandfather’s estate, staring out at the city beyond. The storm had passed, but the air was still thick with the weight of everything that had happened.Elliot sat nearby, flipping a knife between his fingers. “You did it.”Max didn’t respond.Because he didn’t feel like he had won.Red Fang leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “So what happens now?”Max exhaled slowly. “Now?” He turned, his expression unreadable. “Now, we find out what’s
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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
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
