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ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 67
“Max, look at this place,” Molly whispered, eyes wide as they stepped into the opulent auction hall.“I’ve never seen anything so glamorous—it’s like a grand theater.”“It certainly is impressive,” Max murmured, his gaze drifting over the crimson carpeting and glittering chandeliers.“Let’s head further inside and see if we can find where the special medicine might be listed.”“Right,” Molly replied, her voice trembling slightly.“I just hope we can afford it once the bidding starts.”A sudden commotion drew their attention to one side of the hall, where a crowd had gathered around a tall, impeccably dressed man.“Who is that?” Molly whispered, craning her neck.“Everyone’s fawning over him.”A nearby onlooker murmured excitedly, “That’s Elliot Stoke, Sulivan Stoke’s son. Can you believe he showed up in person?”Another man chimed in, thrusting a lacquered box forward.“Mr. Stoke, please accept this antique timepiece as a token of my admiration. My family has benefited greatly from yo
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 68
The grand hall of the auction house was heavy with anticipation, murmurs rippling through the elite crowd like waves in a tense sea.Crystal chandeliers cast a golden glow over the room, but the focus was on the auctioneer standing beneath the spotlight.Max leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. Molly, beside him, fidgeted nervously. She glanced at the catalog, her fingers tapping against it as her eyes darted to Max.“Max, the medicine lot is coming up,” she whispered urgently.“What if someone outbids us?”He smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes.“Let them try. It’ll be fun.”Across the room, Johnson Kingsley was doing his best to impress Elliot Stoke, whose cold demeanor screamed power.“This next item,” the auctioneer announced, lifting a velvet cover to reveal a stunning Chinese jade bracelet, “is a one-of-a-kind artifact from the Qing Dynasty. Bidding starts at two million dollars.”Johnson’s hand shot up before anyone could blink.“Three million!”The crowd
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 69
The private lounge of the auction house was cloaked in silence, the air thick with tension as Elliot Stoke’s icy gaze bore into Johnson Kingsley.Johnson shifted uncomfortably under the weight of Elliot’s disapproval, the glass of whiskey in his hand trembling slightly.“Sit,” Elliot commanded, his tone cold and sharp as a blade.Johnson obeyed, sinking into the leather chair like a scolded child.“Elliot, I—”“Spare me the excuses,” Elliot interrupted, swirling his drink as if contemplating the man’s worth.“You embarrassed yourself out there. You let some no-name walk all over you.”Johnson flushed, his jaw tightening.“That guy—he’s not normal. Did you see how Red Fang treated him? Calling him ‘Young Master’? There’s something off about him.”Elliot leaned forward, his voice a dangerous whisper.“I don’t care if he’s the Emperor of China. He’s in my way, and I don’t tolerate obstacles.”Johnson opened his mouth to argue, but Elliot cut him off again.“Do you want my support, Johnso
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What is it?” Max asked, though his tone suggested he already knew.“Razor isn’t someone to underestimate,” Red Fang said.“He’s cunning, ruthless, and always has a backup plan. This challenge—it won’t be straightforward.”Max chuckled.“Good. Straightforward is boring.”Red Fang sighed, muttering under his breath.“Cocky as ever. Just don’t let that get you killed.”Meanwhile, Molly found herself approached by a mysterious woman in the hallway.The woman was tall, with striking green eyes and a calm, authoritative presence.“You must be Molly,” she said, her voice smooth as silk.Molly stepped back cautiously.“Who are you?”“My name is Helena,” the woman said, her lips curling into a faint smile.“I have… connections to Max’s family. I’m here to help.”Molly frowned.“Why should I trust you?”“You don’t have to,” Helena replied, her tone unbothered.“But if you want to ensure Max’s success—and keep that medicine safe—you’ll consider my offer.”“What’s the catch?” Molly asked, crossin
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 71
“Let’s see how fast those fancy reflexes are,” Razor sneered.He gestured toward a corridor lined with swinging blades, boiling pits, and moving spikes.“Get through that, and maybe we’ll start taking you seriously.”Max surveyed the gauntlet, his expression unchanged.“What is this? A budget version of a theme park ride?”“Keep laughing,” Razor growled. “You won’t be smiling for long.”Max cracked his knuckles.“Watch and learn.”He stepped into the gauntlet, dodging the first set of blades with ease.The crowd murmured in surprise as he slipped past the traps with an almost lazy grace, as if the danger was beneath his notice.When he reached the end, untouched, he turned to Razor and gave a mock bow.“Was that it? I thought this was supposed to be challenging.”Razor, his face dark with irritation, signaled again.A massive cage was wheeled into the arena, its contents obscured by a heavy tarp.With a dramatic flourish, Razor ripped it off, revealing a snarling, monstrous tiger-like
ALMIGHTY DOMINANCE LOST HEIR CHAPTER 72
The underground arena fell into an uneasy silence as Kurt’s voice boomed, his hand tightening around Molly’s arm.“I’m taking her,” Kurt declared, his grin wide and venomous.“Unless you bow, Max. Right here, right now. Surrender everything—your pride, your ambition, your little games—or she pays the price.”Molly struggled against his grip, her defiance flickering despite the fear in her eyes.“Max, don’t! He’s bluffing!”Kurt yanked her closer, his sneer widening.“Oh, sweetheart, I don’t bluff. Keep talking, and I might make this quicker than planned.”The crowd murmured, their excitement dampened by the grim turn of events.Razor, standing smugly to the side, crossed his arms.“This is turning into quite the spectacle,” he drawled.“You know, Max, maybe you should take the deal. You’re outnumbered. Outplayed.”Max stood still, his expression calm, though his sharp gaze flickered to Molly, then back to Kurt.“You think this makes you powerful?” he said, his voice low but carrying a
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Gunfire erupted, and screams filled the darkness. Red Fang’s reinforcements stormed the room, their weapons blazing.In the confusion, Max moved like a shadow, his strikes precise and brutal as he took down Kurt’s men one by one.Molly crouched low, shielding herself as bullets flew overhead.She could barely make out Max’s figure in the dim light, but his movements were swift and confident, a stark contrast to the panicked scrambling of Kurt’s men.“Find him!” Kurt’s voice rang out. “Don’t let him get to me!”Max’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp and mocking.“Looking for me, Kurt?”Before Kurt could respond, Max emerged from the shadows, his fist connecting with Kurt’s jaw in a thunderous crack.Kurt stumbled back, clutching his face, but he quickly recovered, grabbing Molly and dragging her toward the exit.“You’re not walking away from this, Max!” Kurt shouted, his desperation showing.Max followed, his expression cold and determined.“Let her go, Kurt. This ends now.”Kurt ba
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The underground venue, now eerily silent, bore the scars of chaos.Bodies of Kurt’s defeated men littered the floor, and the crowd had dispersed, murmuring in hushed tones about the man who had turned the tables.Max stood tall amidst the wreckage, his sharp gaze locked on Razor, who was slumped against a wall, breathing heavily.Max crossed his arms, his tone cold.“Talk, Razor. Who’s behind this?”Razor coughed, wiping blood from his lip.“I… I don’t know what you’re—”“Don’t,” Max cut him off, stepping closer. His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper“You’re not in a position to play dumb. Tell me who’s pulling the strings, or I swear this will be the last mistake you ever make.”Razor swallowed hard, his bravado crumbling.“It’s Elliot Stoke,” he confessed, his voice trembling.“He’s the one. He wants to bring down the Montgomery family. Said if he could cripple you, the rest would fall like dominoes.”Max’s jaw tightened, though his expression remained calm.“Why?”“He’s got conn
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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
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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
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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
