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ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 25
The room buzzed with conversation as the classmates enjoyed the lavish meal.Plates were cleared, wine glasses refilled, and laughter echoed around the Supreme Room.Most of them, enchanted by the experience, paid no attention to the impending drama about the bill.Max, however, sat relaxed, his expression unreadable, while Kurt squirmed in his seat.The waitress walked in, her smile polished and professional.“Gentlemen, your total comes to $160,000. How would you like to settle the bill?”At her words, the room fell silent. All eyes turned to Max and Kurt.Max leaned back casually, pulling out a sleek black card from his wallet.“I’ll cover my half,” he said, sliding the card across the table.Kurt’s eyes widened like a startled owl, his lips twitching with disbelief.He broke the silence with a forced laugh.“A black card? Max, are you serious? That thing probably has less value than my little cousin’s toy credit card. Did you buy it at a flea market?”The room erupted into chuckle
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Kurt’s head snapped toward the door, his eyes narrowing.“Security? What’s that for? I’m paying, alright? No need to call the zoo keepers!”The waitress, who was clearly enjoying the spectacle, chimed in with a playful tone.“Oh, no, sir. It’s just protocol for situations like this. You know, in case someone tries to duck out without paying. Not that you’d do that, of course.”Another student piped up, grinning mischievously.“Kurt, you’re not planning to bolt, are you? You’d make a great cheetah with those long legs, but I don’t think you’d outrun them.”“Shut up!” Kurt snapped, his face turning beet red.“I’m not running anywhere! I just need to—ugh—sort out some funds.”“Funds?” a girl from the back of the group teased, giggling.“I thought you were loaded, Kurt. Or were you bluffing like a puffed-up peacock?”Kurt glared at her, his pride rapidly deflating.“I said I’ve got it!” he barked, though his voice trembled.Max’s voice cut through the laughter, smooth and confident.“Kurt
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The waitress glanced at Kurt with an air of restrained pity.“Sir, it appears you’re unable to cover your bill. Shall I call the manager, or will you be making alternative arrangements?”Kurt, sweating profusely, tugged at his collar as if it had turned into a noose.His credit cards lay lifeless on the table, rejected one after the other like a failed audition.“I-I’ll figure something out,” he stammered, though his voice wavered like a frightened lamb lost in a field of wolves.Max, who had been watching the fiasco with a barely concealed grin, finally stood.“Alright, I’ll pay for him this time,” he announced, pulling out his sleek black card and handing it to the waitress.“But only because I don’t want this circus act to drag on any longer.”The waitress’s demeanor shifted instantly.“Thank you, sir,” she said, her smile now warmer as she processed the payment.Kurt’s head snapped toward Max.“I didn’t ask for your help!” he barked, his voice cracking like an agitated rooster try
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 28
The restroom door swung open with a squeak as the class monitor, Lisa, stepped inside, flanked by two of her female classmates.They positioned themselves in front of the mirror, each pulling out their makeup kits."Did you see Max back there?" Lisa asked, dabbing some powder on her cheeks."He's acting... different. I don't know, maybe it's just me, but he doesn't seem like the same guy who used to work all those odd jobs."One of the girls, Jessica, rolled her eyes."Different? Please, Lisa. A monkey wearing a suit is still a monkey. Just because he flashed some cash tonight doesn't mean he's suddenly royalty.""Right," chimed in another girl, Vanessa, as she applied a fresh coat of lipstick."Max can buy himself a nice dinner, but he'll always have that street rat vibe. You can dress up a stray cat, but it still meows the same."Lisa frowned at them in the mirror."You two are so judgmental. Maybe he's been saving up or came into some money. You can't deny he handled Kurt pretty we
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 29
The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway as a group of classmates burst out of the restroom, their faces pale and panicked."Help! Someone help!" one of the girls screamed, her voice trembling.“What’s going on?” Kevin asked, rushing toward the commotion.“It’s Lisa!” the girl panted.“A gang cornered her in the restroom! The leader slapped her, and now they’re threatening her!”A collective gasp rippled through the gathered students. Kevin’s eyes widened in alarm.“What? Are you serious? Where is she now?”“They dragged her into the hallway,” another classmate added, her voice shaky.“They’re saying she dared to slap their leader, and now they’re going to make her pay.”Kurt, who was sulking near the side after his earlier humiliation, perked up at the mention of a gang. Smoothing his jacket, he strode forward with a practiced smirk.“A gang, huh? No problem. I know people in the underworld. Whoever they are, they’ll give me face. I’ll handle it.”Kevin spun toward Kurt,
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 30
The atmosphere in the dimly lit alley was suffocating.The class monitor, Lisa, huddled against the wall, her tear-streaked face filled with terror.Three gangsters loomed over her, laughing crudely.Their leader, a burly man with a scar running down his cheek, sneered as he grabbed her wrist.“You’ve got guts, princess,” the leader jeered, his voice dripping with malice.“Slapping me in front of my men? You’ll pay for that—one piece of dignity at a time.”Lisa struggled, her voice cracking.“Let me go! Someone will come for me!”The gang burst into laughter. One of the lackeys, a wiry man with a hyena-like grin, cackled.“Who’s gonna save you? That pack of kittens you call classmates?”As the leader tugged at the fabric of her blouse, Lisa screamed.“Please, don’t! Somebody, help me!”Right then, Kurt’s voice rang out from the entrance of the alley.“Stop right there!”Lisa’s tear-filled eyes lit up with hope.“Kurt! Thank God! Help me, please!”Kurt sauntered into the alley, trying
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The class monitor, Lisa, stood trembling, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked at Red Fang.The gang leader leaned back lazily against the wall, his wolfish grin taunting her.His men chuckled and leered, their laughter echoing in the dimly lit alley.Red Fang glanced at Kurt, who was still frozen in place.“Tell you what, peacock boy,” he said with a mocking smirk, “since you’re her ‘knight in shining feathers,’ I’ll give you a chance. Pay me—let’s say... $10,000—and I’ll forget this little incident ever happened.”Kurt’s eyes widened in panic.“T-Ten thousand? Are you insane?” he stammered, his voice cracking.Red Fang shrugged, his grin widening.“Cheap price for a friend, don’t you think? Or would you rather I let my boys have their fun? I bet she’d fetch a nice profit in certain markets.”Lisa gasped in horror, clutching her chest as the gangsters laughed cruelly.“Come on, Kurt!” Lisa cried, her voice breaking. “You promised you’d help me! Please!”Kurt’s mind raced.H
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 32
Max lounged in his apartment, enjoying a rare moment of quiet, when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, frowning at the unfamiliar number.“Who is this?” he asked, his tone sharp.A gruff voice came through the line. “You don’t know me, but your little friend Lisa gave me your number. She thinks you’re her knight in shining armor.”Max stiffened. “What do you want?”The man chuckled darkly. “Money. Fifty grand. Bring it to the warehouse on 6th Street. And don’t even think about calling the cops. Otherwise...” His voice turned cold, “We’ll have some fun with her first. Maybe she gets out alive, maybe she doesn’t.”Max clenched his jaw, his mind racing. Lisa wasn’t his closest friend, but she had always treated him kindly. He owed her.“I’ll bring the money,” Max said curtly. “Don’t touch her.”The man laughed. “You’ve got two hours. Don’t be late, hero.”As the call ended, Max immediately dialed his butler, Winston.“Winston, I need fifty grand in cash. Now.”Winston’s calm voi
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CHAPTER 168
Smoke curled from the ruins of the Vatican bunker, the last remnant of the Council’s stronghold. Fires still burned in the distance, and the world, though free, stood on the precipice of uncertainty.Max Montgomery exhaled slowly, his chest rising and falling with exhaustion. His body ached from the brutal battle, every muscle screaming for relief. Yet, despite the pain, he felt something foreign—peace.Elliot stood beside him, his arms crossed as he surveyed the destruction. His sharp blue eyes flickered to Max. “The world’s looking for a new ruler,” he said, voice edged with both caution and curiosity. “What happens next?”Max let the question hang in the air.He knew the answer.If he wanted, he could take it all. The fractured governments, the collapsed economies, the remnants of the Council’s infrastructure—he could shape the world as he saw fit. No one could stop him now. Not after everything he had done. Not after everything he had lost.But was that ever what he truly wanted?
CHAPTER 167
The cold weight of the gun in Max’s hand felt heavier than ever. His heartbeat thundered in his ears, drowning out everything else. The choice before him was a devil’s bargain—kill Graves and inherit a poisoned throne, or let him live and become a puppet to the same cycle of tyranny.But then, Max saw something else.The core.A towering monolith of tech, embedded into the ancient stone walls of the Vatican’s hidden bunker. Wires pulsed like veins of a mechanical god, feeding into Omega Protocol, the system that had brought the world to its knees.This wasn’t a throne. It was a leash.And Max was done playing their game.He raised his gun—not at Graves, but at the control core.Graves’ smirk wavered. “What do you think you’re doing?”Max’s finger tensed on the trigger. For the first time, Graves looked nervous.“You idiot—if you destroy that, you’ll—”BANG.The bullet tore through the control core, striking dead center. The screen fractured, sparks erupting as the entire system scream
CHAPTER 166
Graves’ eyes slid over to Max’s father, who stood silent in the shadows. “Don’t all Montgomeries crave power in the end? Isn’t that the legacy, Reginald?”Reginald bristled, stepping forward. “My legacy is none of your concern.”Max’s mind spun with the enormity of Graves’ words. Kill him, and the new world order plunges into irreversible chaos. Spare him, and become the thing he despised.He tightened his grip on his weapon. “I’m not playing your game, Graves.”Graves lifted a brow. “Oh, but you are. The moment you stepped foot in this bunker, you became a participant.”Molly whispered behind Max, “He can’t be serious. Omega Protocol can’t be that absolute.”Graves gave her a pitying smile. “You’d be surprised. It’s older than you think—plans laid down before you were even born.” Emily touched Max’s shoulder again, voice low. “You’re not them. You’re not your father’s betrayal, you’re not the Council’s puppet. Please, remember that.”Max’s thoughts churned with doubt and determinati
CHAPTER 165
They found Graves sitting in the center of a vast, ancient chamber deep beneath the Vatican—a grand table of carved stone stood before him, illuminated by flickering torchlight. The centuries-old walls bore the weight of history, every inch etched with secrets long hidden.Graves lifted his gaze as Max and his team approached, arms tense and weapons at the ready. The Council’s leader looked remarkably calm, even relaxed, as he poured himself a drink from a crystal decanter. His lips curved into a faint, mocking smile.“You made it,” he said, voice echoing through the cavernous hall. “Before you kill me, let’s talk.”Red Fang snorted, stepping forward with his weapon raised. “I’m done talking.”Graves arched an eyebrow, swirling the liquor in his glass. “Are you? Because if you shoot me now, you’ll never know the final truth of Omega Protocol.”Elliot exhaled slowly, eyes flicking to Max. “We came here to stop you, not to hear more of your speeches.”Max’s heart pounded. He remembered
CHAPTER 164
Suddenly, the lamps buzzed, revealing a lone figure at the far end of the hall. No guards. No backup. Just Graves, standing calmly with his hands clasped behind his back, wearing that same condescending smile.Elliot stopped, raising his weapon. “Don’t trust this.”Graves lifted a brow. “Ah, Elliot Stoke. The reluctant ally turned saboteur. And Max Montgomery—what a family reunion.”Max’s voice was cold. “We’re here to finish what you started.”Graves chuckled, echoing through the vaulted chamber. “I started nothing. I merely inherited the Council’s vision. But you—” He pointed at Max, his eyes gleaming. “You’re the fool who thinks you can destroy an idea.”Red Fang spat on the ground. “Keep talking, old man. We’re not impressed.”Max’s thoughts hammered in his skull: Why is he alone? Where are the guards? The Council’s loyal to him— unless he wants us to think this is easy.Graves took a slow step forward, arms still relaxed at his sides. “You’ve come so far. Sacrificed so much. All
CHAPTER 163
The ancient skyline of Rome lay before them as they descended. Even from the air, Max could see chaos unfolding: streets clogged with protestors, fires flickering in the distance, sirens echoing off centuries-old buildings. The world’s financial collapse had reached Europe, and the city was on the brink.Emily leaned over the seat, peering through the helicopter’s window. “Max, look down there. It’s anarchy. We might not even make it through those streets.”Max tightened his grip on the harness. “We have to. The bunker’s somewhere under the Vatican catacombs.”Elliot snorted. “If Graves wanted to pick the perfect stage for a final showdown, he chose well. The Council’s been burying secrets down there for centuries.”Red Fang checked his gear, a grim smile on his face. “Then let’s rip those secrets out of the ground.”Max’s thoughts whirled as the helicopter touched down on a half-abandoned rooftop. He couldn’t ignore the tension building in his chest. Graves has been planning this lon
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Max’s father, who had been quietly observing, let out a troubled sigh. “So, that’s where they started. The seat of influence. The place they built centuries ago to shape politics, faith, and money.”Elliot gave a humorless laugh. “They’ve been hiding under the Pope’s nose this entire time? That’s beyond twisted.”Max’s expression hardened. “Then that’s where we go.”“Are you insane?” Molly looked at him like he’d lost his mind. “The Vatican is one of the most secure places on the planet, and that’s before you factor in Council infiltration.”Red Fang sneered. “Secure for them. We’ll do what we always do—walk in and tear it down.”Elliot crossed his arms. “**We’re not exactly in top shape to storm a bunker in Vatican City. The entire world’s on fire, borders are locked down, airports are chaos—we can’t just hop on a plane.”Emily stepped forward, tone resolute. “We find a way. We always do.”Max nodded. “They want to bury the world in chaos, and they’re using that bunker to orchestrate
CHAPTER 161
The world was imploding in real time, and Max and his team watched in horror as news feeds and security briefings poured in from every corner of the globe. Computer screens flashed with emergency bulletins: banks collapsing, government networks going dark, entire cities teetering on the edge of anarchy as the financial collapse spiraled.“How bad is it?” Max paced the dimly lit war room, his tone urgent and clipped.Molly stared at her laptop, eyes wide. “Worse than anything we’ve seen. Banks are freezing all assets, nuclear submarines lost contact with command, and some countries’ power grids have already failed.”Elliot leaned against the wall, arms folded, voice grim. “So, this is it. The endgame.”Max stopped pacing, fists clenched. “We’re not letting Graves win. We stop Omega Protocol or we die trying.”Emily looked up from a stack of frantic communiqués. “World leaders are panicking. Some are blaming each other, others are calling for a global state of emergency.”Red Fang snort
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Max barely felt the pain anymore. His body had been beaten, broken, and pushed to its limits—but none of that mattered. Not now. Not when Emily’s life was on the line.Graves’ voice still echoed in his ears, smooth, confident, filled with amusement.“You’ve fought so hard to uncover the truth, Max. But power? Power was never meant for people like you.”Max had heard those words before. People like you.They had told his father the same thing before they locked him away. Before they stripped him of his name, his empire, his legacy.Max was done listening.His fingers curled around the small, concealed blade hidden in his sleeve. He barely moved, barely breathed, waiting for the moment when Graves leaned just a little too close.Then, with a flick of his wrist, he struck.The blade sliced deep into Graves’ forearm.Graves let out a sharp snarl, stumbling back, blood dripping onto the cold steel floor. His smug demeanor shattered.Max didn’t give him time to recover. He surged forward, d
