The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232

Jericho’s breath rasped as Alex’s boot ground into his neck.

His checks flamed with humiliation, and his eyes flared with rage and panic.

In all his years clawing his way up–from Vancouver’s back alleys to Vermont’s glitzy political stage—Jericho had believed himself untouchable.

But now he lay in the dirt like a trampled dog, struggling for every breath under some unstoppable force of a man barely in his

twenties.

He spat dirt from his mouth.

“Let me go…” It came out as a pathetic wheeze, his voice cracking with desperation.

His pilot had been filming everything, eager to broadcast Jericho’s triumph to certain smug relatives who’d been hoping to witness him punishing Alex.

Instead, they watched live as Jericho’s nose hit the ground and Alex’s foot pressed into him, forcing him to choke on his own

shame.

The Vermont families, once bowing to every word Jericho uttered, now stared in horror at his defeat.

They couldn’t hear the words exchanged, but they saw enough: Jericho Kane, flattened and forced to kiss the concrete.

Panic spread, and suddenly they rushed to contact Kelly Kingston, throwing their support behind a new governor.

Alex’s voice was calm, but each syllable ripped at Jericho’s pride.

“Surrender the governorship. Do it willingly, and you and your family get to keep your wealth. You’ll stay in business. That’s my offer.”

Jericho’s throat constricted. “And if I refuse?”

Alex pressed down, making Jericho’s bones scream.

“I kill you here. Then I’ll find your whole family. You won’t have a dime left to your name.”

He eased up only enough to let Jericho gasp.

“The king has already shown you mercy, even after you schemed to rebel. You think you’re so mighty?”

A bolt of terror shot through Jericho. His neck felt on the verge of snapping.

“Fine,” he coughed. “I’ll step down. Just… let me keep my fortune.”

Alex lifted his boot. “That’s the deal. Don’t make me come back for you.”

Jericho, ribs aching and bones nearly broken, tried to prop himself up. His voice was weak, ragged.

“Who the hell are you?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Alex said, turning on his heel.

Jericho’s fury exploded in a raw, ugly snarl.

“You… you’re nothing but the king’s attack dog.”

He shouted into the darkness, watching his own ambition dissolve into dust.

He’d spent decades building his power.

Now, all he had left was defeat–his allies fleeing and the governorship lost in a single, brutal night.

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His chest throbbed with rage and despair.

If only he’d never aimed so high…

if only he’d reined in his spiteful daughter…

if only he’d never dared rebel against the king…

Now it was too late.

Meanwhile, just an hour earlier, chaos had broken out at the hospital.

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“Miss Lancaster, bad news!” Megan burst into the ward, panting, hair plastered to his brow. “Something awful is happening!”

Florence Lancaster jolted awake.

She stared, startled. Nearby relatives, who’d been dozing in the comers, glared at Megan’s intrusion.

“Why are you so frantic? What’s going on?” Florence’s voice quivered.

Megan sucked in a breath.

“It’s the Kanes. Jericho Kane is using every contact, every supplier in Vermont to attack us. Half of Vancouver’s businesses have cut ties with the Lancaster Group–our deals are being canceled left and right.”

Gasps and curses filled the ward. Florence’s heart pounded. “Are you sure?”

Megan nodded, grim.

“I’d never joke about this. Our stock prices are plunging by the minute. If this keeps up, we’ll be bankrupt by tomorrow.”

Panic erupted among the Lancaster relatives.

“What did we ever do to the Kanes?!”

“Why are they targeting us?”

“Jericho’s daughter already hit our Sophia, and now he wants to destroy everything we’ve built?”

They knew Jericho’s reach was vast.

One nod from him could shatter families and businesses alike.

-a testament to the recent

Florence turned to Clara, who was sleeping on the side with fresh bandages on her abdomen-

violence.

“Clara, did we offend the Kanes somehow? What caused this nightmare?”

Clara hesitated, choosing her words carefully.

“It’s… Alex. He showed up at Jericho’s party and beat up Bella Kane. Now they’re out for revenge.”

She kept quiet about her own hidden part in the scheme.

Florence’s face darkened.

“That useless bastard Alex again. We cut ties with him, but apparently that’s not enough for Jericho.” She spat in fury.

“He should suffer for what he did! Why are we the ones suffering?” one of the relatives hissed.

“I’m sick of paying for his mistakes!” another snarled.