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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
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 198
The world had been reset.For the first time in centuries, The Architects were gone.Their hidden empire had collapsed. Their leaders were dead. The global order they had spent generations carefully constructing now lay in ashes.But power never disappeared.It only changed hands.And now, it belonged to Max Montgomery.Max stood in the wreckage of what had once been his grandfather’s private estate—the true heart of The Architects. Smoke still curled from the shattered walls, the distant glow of fires still burning in the remains of a world that had operated in secret for too long.The war was over.But victory tasted bitter.Behind him, Elliot leaned against a cracked marble column, flipping a combat knife between his fingers. His eyes never left Max.“So, Max… what now?”Max didn’t answer.Because deep down, he knew the truth.He had spent months fighting for freedom, dismantling the hidden forces that had controlled history from the shadows.But now?Now, he was standing at the to
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 199
The air inside the safehouse felt heavier than before, thick with the weight of something unseen but inevitable.Molly sat at her workstation, fingers flying across the keyboard, decrypting the final fragments of the intercepted transmission. Her screen flickered with waves of broken data—scattered messages, security keys, lines of corrupted code waiting to be unraveled.And then, the pieces snapped together.Her breath hitched.“Max…” Her voice was barely above a whisper.Max, standing a few feet away, straightened at the tone. Elliot and Red Fang exchanged glances but said nothing.Molly turned to them, eyes wide. “The Architects weren’t the final level of power.”Silence.Elliot frowned. “What do you mean?”Molly’s fingers hovered over the keyboard. “They weren’t the top. They were just a branch.”Max stepped forward, his stomach knotting. “A branch of what?”Molly exhaled slowly. “Something bigger. Something older.”She pressed a final key, and the decrypted file came to life.A l
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 200
The world was already unraveling.Phase 1 of the Omega Initiative had been executed flawlessly, and now, the consequences were unfolding in real time.Cities were burning.Economies had collapsed overnight, entire financial markets crashing with precision so absolute that no government could stabilize them. Banks were failing, currencies becoming worthless, and global supply chains were disintegrating.Riots had begun in New York, London, Hong Kong, Berlin—anywhere where power and wealth once stood firm.The world was on the edge of total collapse.And Max Montgomery had 72 hours to stop it.Inside the safehouse, the glow of computer screens flickered against Molly’s tense face. She barely blinked as she flipped through data feeds, news reports, and hacked security footage.Red Fang, standing by the window, watched the city skyline in the distance, where plumes of smoke were already rising.Elliot sat at the table, a gun half-disassembled in front of him, his usual sarcasm replaced by
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 201
The safehouse was silent.Not because no one had anything to say—but because no one could process what they had just heard.Max stood rigid, his hands clenched at his sides, staring at the screen where the encrypted transmission had just delivered the most insane revelation of his life.Elliot’s voice was the first to break the stillness.“Tell me I didn’t just hear that right.”Molly looked pale, her fingers frozen over the keyboard. “You did.”Red Fang exhaled sharply. “This is insane, even for us.”Max finally found his voice. Low. Controlled. Dangerous.“Say the name again.”The defector on the other end hesitated. The voice modulation crackled slightly through the speakers, distorted but clear enough.“The leader of the Omega Initiative… is Reginald Montgomery.”Silence.Max’s breath came slow, measured. Too controlled.He shook his head once. No. Impossible.“I saw him die,” Max said, his voice like stone. “I put a bullet in his heart. I watched the life drain from his eyes. His
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 202
The room felt colder than it should have. Not physically—Max had seen worse conditions—but in that way where the air thickened with something unseen. Dread. Anticipation. A promise of war.Max sat at the head of the table, his team gathered around him. The glow from Molly’s laptop cast sharp shadows on her face, her fingers flying over the keys. Red Fang stood with his arms crossed, his usual easy arrogance dulled by the sheer scale of what they were up against. Elliot leaned back in his chair, staring at nothing, while Emily scrolled through endless financial reports on her tablet, her lips pressed into a thin line.They were quiet. Not because there was nothing to say, but because none of them knew how to say it.Max did.“This war isn’t like the last one.” His voice was sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade. “The Architects fought with control. They manipulated governments, economies, entire systems to keep their power intact. But The Omega Initiative? They don’t want con
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 203
His name had been wiped from financial records. His assets erased. His connections severed.To the public, he had ceased to exist.And that was exactly what Reginald wanted.Isolate him. Cut off his resources. Force him into hiding.It was a masterful move—one Max would have admired if it wasn’t meant to bury him.But Max wasn’t playing defense.He was going to war.The safehouse had never felt smaller. No lavish Montgomery estate, no high-tech security—just four people in a dimly lit underground bunker, surrounded by outdated computers, scattered weapons, and a war board covered in red string.Max leaned over the table, studying the scattered intelligence. The room smelled of burnt coffee and cold metal.“We’re cut off,” Elliot muttered, flipping through the latest intel reports. “No money. No influence. No backdoors. The world thinks you’re dead, Max.”Max didn’t look up. “Good.”Elliot scoffed. “Good?”Max finally met his gaze. “If the world thinks I’m dead, it means Reginald does
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 204
The underground bunker was dimly lit, the soft hum of servers the only sound in the room. Max sat alone at the war table, staring at a map of the world—pins scattered across it, marking every possible location Reginald could be hiding.His mind was a battlefield.How do you fight a ghost? How do you outmaneuver a man who spent his entire life playing the long game?His thoughts were interrupted by the sharp buzz of a secure line.Red Fang.Max answered immediately. “Talk.”There was silence on the other end, just the faint sound of wind whipping through a comm.Then Red Fang’s voice, quiet, but heavy with something unreadable.“I found him.”Max’s grip on the phone tightened. “Where?”Another beat of silence.Then—“Antarctica.”Max frowned. “That doesn’t make sense.”“It does if you think like him,” Red Fang muttered. “No one looks for kings in exile, Max. The bastard set up a fortress. Black-site level. Military-grade security. We’re talking an entire hidden compound in the middle o
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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
