Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 361

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 361

In the halls of power, every governor held their own secret thoughts and

ambitions.

Jasmine Kingston, governor of Vancouver, stared blankly at her desk as realization dawned.

Alex wasn’t just the miraculous doctor known for his God-given healing touch; he was also a high-ranking operative in the Kingwells organization-the King’s Secret Service.

No wonder he fought with such fierce precision.

But that was all history now. The King had cut Alex loose, set him free to forge his own path.

Jasmine’s lips curled into a subtle smile. Maybe now he could be hers, finally. “Perhaps this time he’ll join me,” she whispered softly to herself.

“Maybe we’ll find ourselves together, in a hotel or somewhere more intimate.” In another office across town, Lyra Thompson was consumed by grief and rage. Her eyes streamed tears as she shouted bitterly into the emptiness.

“Alex, how could you be so stupid? You attacked Guise for Sophia’s revenge-but couldn’t you have waited? Couldn’t you at least let me collect our winnings first?”

“Now they’re all dead, and our billion dollars plus hundreds of billions in winnings are lost forever!”

Lyra’s sobs echoed painfully, her voice raw and filled with heartache. “Alex, you idiot! How could you do this? I hate you for this-I hate you so much!”

Meanwhile, Kelly sat quietly in solitude, her heart heavy with conflict.

She knew she had to report Alex’s actions to the King, which led to his dismissal. Pain was a familiar companion in her life, yet knowing she’d caused his downfall twisted the knife deeper.

Gazing through the window, she murmured bitterly, “Alex, this all happened because you chose Sophia. That woman is about to marry someone else, yet you still chase her.”

“Look at what she’s done to you now! You must let her go-she’s poison. Everything I’ve done was to protect you.”

A single tear escaped Kelly’s weary eyes, tracing silently down her cheek.

Back in the humble clinic near the slums, Alex returned home, alone but finally free.

This was his refuge, far from the intrigues and betrayals he’d endured.

Stepping through the worn entrance, he was surprised to see Josephine sharing food with the homeless gathered nearby.

“What are you up to, Josephine?” Alex asked, intrigued.

Josephine looked up, her smile radiant and warm. “Can’t you see? We’re sharing meals together. Have you eaten, Alex?”

Her joy was infectious, a beacon of simple kindness amid hardship.

“I’ll have some,” Alex said softly, accepting the humble bowl of hot soup and fresh bread.

He sat on the steps alone, the warmth seeping into his cold bones as he watched

the homeless laughing and chatting around a glowing fire.

Their faces lit up with genuine happiness, a rare and beautiful simplicity.

Life suddenly seemed so clear to Alex.

True joy needed so little-just gratitude for what one already had.

Josephine joined him quietly on the steps, nudging him playfully. “Alex, you look like a complete mess.”

He chuckled softly, eyes glinting gently in the firelight. “Is it that obvious?”

“It’s written all over your face,” she replied warmly. “Come on, tell me what happened.”

He sighed deeply, shoulders dropping slightly. “Well, I had another job on the side, and today I got fired.”

Her face softened. “Oh, Alex, that’s rough.”

He shrugged, feeling lighter already. “Honestly, it feels like freedom.”

Josephine nodded knowingly.

“That’s good, if you feel that way. Look at these people here. Every day is a struggle, chasing after any work they can find. It’s just life, Alex—just human life.”

“You’re right,” Alex agreed quietly.

Her eyes sparkled with gentle curiosity. “Was the pay good at least?”

“Good?” Alex laughed softly.

“You know, for these people, making ten or twenty bucks in a day feels like winning the lottery. They walk around grinning like they own the world.”

Alex glanced at the homeless people and those struggling to find free food, yet their smiles were genuine.

Happiness wasn’t something they’d lost.

Alex couldn’t admit his own salary was millions each month, hundreds of thousands every single day.

Yet he knew people with wealth who had no idea what happiness truly felt like.

Josephine gently rested her head on Alex’s shoulder.

“Don’t be sad, okay? Everyone has

good days and bad days. During

times like these, I’ll work for both of us. Don’t worry about food-U handle it.”

“You just focus on finding another job. Your doctor job barely makes money

anyway. It’s more charity than a clinic.”

A warmth spread through Alex’s chest. “Why do you do all this?”

Josephine smiled softly. “Because,

Alex, we’re poor. We don’t have

money but we have each other

When others need us, we step up, so they be there for us when it’s our turn.”

Alex sighed deeply, gently resting his head against hers. For some reason, being

around Josephine made happiness effortless.

It was peaceful.

Even without money, happiness was everywhere.

Alex had many things in life, but only here did he feel truly at home.

A place where his heart was at peace, untouched by materialistic desires and the

judgment of status.

Here, he was simply human among other humans.

For the next week, Alex embraced simple joys.

He spent time in the clinic with Josephine, eating street food that cost less than five dollars, strolling through parks, laughing freely, and doing nothing special, just letting the days slip by.

It felt like truly living, free from ambition or desire.

Finally, sleep came peacefully to him.

During those quiet moments, Alex saw Josephine differently.

She was like sunshine-radiating endless positivity, free of greed or selfishness,

spreading pure happiness to everyone around her.

It was easy, almost inevitable, to fall in love with someone like her.

A month passed swiftly, unburdened by urgency.

“What’s got you so deep in thought?” Sophia suddenly appeared at the clinic,

waving her hand in front of Alex’s face.

Alex startled, blinking back into reality.

“When did you get here?” Memories rushed in, of Sophia, her sadness, and the drama from a month ago.

He’d shut off his phone, intentionally isolating himself.

“You didn’t even notice me walking in. What’s distracting you? Is it me, or perhaps Jasmine?” Sophia asked sharply, her eyes searching his face.

She longed to ask about their night together, to know if it held deeper meaning.

“Neither,” Alex replied calmly, shaking his head. He couldn’t admit he’d been thinking about Josephine.

“Oh? Someone new caught your eye?” Sophia pressed, curiosity evident. “Absolutely not!” Alex laughed lightly, feeling conflicted inside.

That night with a drunken Sophia had led to chaos with Gilbert. Everything felt complicated.

“Hi, Miss Sophia!” Josephine cheerfully greeted as she passed. “You look beautiful as always.”

“Thank you, Jo,” Sophia replied with a polite smile.

Alex observed the contrast between these two women. Sophia’s elegance versus Josephine’s casual charm-both uniquely captivating.

Quickly, Alex steered the conversation elsewhere. “Did you need something specific?”

“Yes,” Sophia sighed dramatically.

“Since you turned off your phone, I couldn’t thank you properly. I’ve been busy-

I’m about to become the governor of Paris.”

“How’s that possible?” Alex asked, curious.

“Legally, of course,” Sophia replied, rolling her eyes with a playful smile.