The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 223

Chapter 223

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Chapter 223

Bella arched her perfectly manicured eyebrow and, with slow deliberation, lifted her stiletto–clad foot.

She wiped the streak of blood from its heel against Sophia’s mouth

Then she spat, full of contempt, right onto the woman’s fainted body.

“Get her out of my sight,” Bella snapped, coolly flicking her gaze the two bodyguards.

“She’s not fit to breathe the same air as the rest of us. Make sure you two enjoy it.”

Without hesitation, the guards each grabbed one of Sophia’s arms and began dragging her across the polished marble floor.

Her battered, lifeless body smeared a faint streak of blood in its wake.

A small knot of onlookers gathered–some wrinkling their noses, others letting out cruel, amused chuckles.

“That’s what you get for trying to swipe something from Jericho Kane’s family,” one of them sneered.

Amiddle–aged man, wine glass in hand, watched Sophia with open scorn.

“If she was that desperate for money,” he drawled, a smirk tugging at his lips, “I would’ve written her a check. Pathetic little thief. She could’ve sold her body–God knows someone would pay

The guards unceremoniously shoved Sophia into the lobby just as a tall figure stepped through the main doors.

The moment his eyes landed on the bloody woman, his face twisted with rage.

“Out of the way!” one guard barked, dismissively waving at him. “Can’t you see this is a private event?”

Before the words fully tumbled out of the guard’s mouth, he was sprawled on the floor, unconscious.

His partner joined him, knocked out cold in seconds.

Alex dropped to one knee beside Sophia. 1

His expression was livid–yet beneath the fury lay a desperate concern.

Without a word, he fished out a small, glimmering pill, gently pried open Sophia’s lips, and placed it on her tongue.

“You’ll be all right,” he muttered under his breath, watching her swallow. “Just hold on.”

Two men in sharp suits appeared at Alex’s flank–his allies, known by the solemn crest embroidered on their lapels.

“Get her to a hospital,” Alex commanded, his gaze never leaving Sophia’s bruised face. “And lock this place down. No one leaves until I say so.” 1

“Yes, sir,” they responded in unison, quickly lifting Sophia’s limp body and carrying her out.

Inside, the banquet continued almost untouched by the violence at the entrance.

Bella was still the gravitational center of the room–everyone wanted a taste of her attention.

The band played smooth jazz, servers circulated with trays of champagne, and well–heeled guests buzzed around the birthday girl as though nothing horrific had happened just minutes ago.

Only the truly important visitors commanded any real interest from Bella.

Everyone else was beneath her notice.

Just then, one of her assistants rushed up.

“Miss Bella,” she said, in a breathless whisper, “Mr. Dupont from Chicago has arrived.”

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Bella’s eyes glowed with a sudden warmth.

In strolled Henry Dupont–renowned, wealthy, carrying himself with understated confidence.

Four female bodyguards flanked him, each an Imposing figure in her own right.

“Mr. Dupont,” Bella said, her sultry voice dropping a notch, “what a pleasure. Happy you could make it.”

“Of course I’m coming–it’s your banquet,” Henry said, offering ornate gift box with a small smile.

Bella offered a coy smile. “That’s too generous, really. Your presence is gift enough.”

They exchanged a few pleasantries while bystanders whispered in excited confusion:

“Who the hell is he?”

“Chicago big–shot, maybe?”

“He must be loaded to get that kind of welcome.”

Amid this sea of sophisticated chaos, two guards posted at the entrance squared their shoulders, blocking a lone figure who marched forward with unsettling resolve.

“Invitation?” one guard demanded, crossing his arms.

“Move,” Alex growled, pushing past before they could blink.

“You piece of trash!” the other guard snarled, lunging for him–only to collapse in a heap when Alex’s hand snapped out, a punishing blow dropping him instantly.

His partner followed in a similarly humiliating defeat, hitting the floor so fast that a few onlookers gasped.

In the hush that followed, Alex strode into the ballroom, scanning the crowd until his gaze locked on Bella.

His voice, quiet but unyielding, carried easily over the buzz of music and conversation:

“Which one of you bastards is Bella Kane?”

A hush descended. Confusion and disapproval rippled across the guests.

Mouths opened in shock–nobody dared to address Jericho Kane’s daughter like that.

Bella stood, her perfectly tinted lips twisting in annoyance.

“Who the hell are you?”

People parted to let Alex pass. He moved through them like a storm, eyes blazing.

Nearby, a few nobodies with big mouths began to murmur:

“Isn’t that Sophia’s ex–husband? I thought his only talent was keeping Jessica Hilton’s bed warm.”

“What the hell is he doing here?”

“Trying to sell himself to Bella, maybe. Gotta admit, he is easy on the eyes…”

“Ugh, disgusting. His ex–wife just got torn apart, and now he’s wagging his tail for the one who did it?”

“Pathetic doesn’t even begin to cover it. What a twisted, spineless freak.”

Bella cocked her head, a mocking laugh escaping her lips.

“Sophia… was it you who made her bleed?”

“Oh, that’s why you’re here? Still crying over that useless whore?

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