Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 410

A few days passed, and Alex had already slipped back into his routine-only now there was something new.

He had taken Josephine under his wing, training her with a seriousness he reserved for only the most promising. Content originally comes from

That woman was a monster in the making.

No wonder she had been so strong since childhood, defeating people twice her size with raw instinct.

She had everything it took to be superhuman-maybe even more talent than Alex himself.

He gave her everything he had, holding nothing back.

He trusted her.

He believed she would use his techniques for good.

No matter how angry Josephine got, she never crossed the line—she hit, regretted, and stopped.

She could never truly hurt someone, let alone kill.

Alex poured everything into her, as if passing down his legacy could somehow pay back the world for his sins.

Josephine threw herself into cultivation, training harder than ever in her room.

She stopped helping him in the clinic, not that it mattered. Few people came anyway.

Alex carried on, his focus split between his patients and the girl who might one day surpass him.

As usual, Alex was distributing food and vitamins to the homeless inside the clinic when a sleek black limousine glided to a stop at the entrance.

The sight alone was enough to freeze the crowd.

Then the door opened, and a woman stepped out-stunning, radiant, out of place in the filth of the slums.

The homeless stared, wide-eyed, their whispers spilling out.

“Isn’t it strange?” one muttered. “Why do beautiful women keep coming to this place?”

“First Governor Jasmine, then the model Sophia,” another added with awe.

“Fools,” an older man snapped, shaking his head. “The real angel here is Josephine. Her beauty matches theirs, but her heart-her heart is pure.”

“Yes,” another voice chimed in, “I agree completely!”

“Her kindness was the only currency we could trust in this broken world.”

The woman paused, her sharp eyes cutting toward them as though she’d overheard every word.

Her smile was dangerous, laced with venom. She stepped closer, her voice cold and mocking.

“You old men… you worthless rats. How dare you claim to know who the most beautiful and kind woman is-in front of me? Now speak. Tell me, who is the most beautiful, the kindest, the perfect girl you know?”

The crowd froze, the silence pressing down on them like a heavy shroud.

One of the men, eager to speak, lifted his head with a shaky smile. “Of course… the most beautiful is-”

But his words caught in his throat.

He froze as the woman reached into her bag and pulled out something deadly.

The glint of the weapon in her hand sent terror rushing through every spine.

“My name is Bella Kane,” she said, swinging the weapon lightly, as if daring them to breathe wrong.

Her eyes blazed with fury as she demanded, “Now tell me who is the most beautiful, the kindest, the one perfect for Mister Alex?”

All the homeless froze, eyes locked on the weapon in Bella’s hand.

Their bodies trembled, fear rippling through them until they could no longer stand. One by one, they dropped to their knees on the cracked pavement.

“Please,” one stammered, his voice shaking, “you are the most beautiful… the kindest person we’ve ever seen.”

“Yes, Miss Bella,” another begged, bowing his head. one. Please, show us your mercy.”

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An old man bent low, his forehead almost touching the ground. “Miss… we had eyes, but we could not see. Now I see the truth-you are the most perfect woman I have ever witnessed in my life.”

Bella threw her head back and laughed, a hard, ringing sound. “Excellent. Since you’re all such honest men, I’ll accept it.”

With a sudden flourish, she hurled the “dangerous weapon” into the air.

The crowd gasped-then roared in shock.

It wasn’t a blade or a gun at all, but a thick bundle of hundred-dollar bills. The

stack burst apart, raining cash across the courtyard like a storm.

The homeless broke, scrambling after the flying bills, their hands clawing at the air, their cries filling the street.

Bella walked straight through the chaos with her chin high and her steps slow, moving with the grace of royalty.

She was born to be a queen, and they followed her like beggars worshiping their monarch.

Even those inside the clinic, who had been watching from the windows, couldn’t resist.

The moment they saw the rain of money, they surged outside, shoving each other aside to grab whatever they could.

The noise dragged Alex from his work.

He stepped out of the clinic, frowning, only to see Bella Kane striding toward him, looking every inch the queen.

But the instant her eyes met his, everything about her shifted.

The cold mask, the regal poise-they crumbled.

Her face flushed red, her proud walk faltered, and she suddenly looked like a

timid girl caught sneaking out at night.

She bit her lip, her hands twisting nervously as she approached him.

“Hey, Alex,” she said softly, almost shy. “How are you?”

“Me?” Alex raised an eyebrow, studying her. “I’m fine. How about you?”

“Me?” Bella stammered, biting harder at her lip. Her fingers curled together, fidgeting like a child.

“I… I miss you. Ever since the last time you came to help me, I’ve wanted to see you again. Not for anything else…” Her cheeks burned red. “I just wanted to say thank you.”

Alex gave a small nod. “So you came here to thank me? Don’t worry about that. I already got the payment.”

“No.” Bella’s eyes widened as if she’d just remembered something dire.

In a heartbeat, the shy act vanished. Panic flooded her face. She lunged forward, clutching Alex’s chest.

“Please help me, Alex! Something’s happened to my father!” Her voice cracked with desperation.

“I think my dad is going to die. Please… you’re the only one I could think of. You saved my life once-I need you to save his now.”

“Calm down. Tell me slowly.” Alex tried to push Bella away, but she clung to him with desperate strength, burying her face against his chest.

“A few days ago,” she gasped, “my father returned to his position as hosted

governor of Vermont

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something went wrong. The morning, he collapsed! He swore

someone had poisoned him.”

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Her eyes brimmed with tears, spilling down her cheeks.

“Alex, you have to help him,” she pleaded. “I’ll do anything for you. If you cure my

father-I’ll become your wife.”

“What?” Alex’s brows knit tight.

Bella lifted her head, forcing a smile through her tears.

“I know you can cure him. That’s why I came. You know who I am, Alex-I’m Jericho Kane’s only daughter. I’ll inherit Vermont’s governorship one day. If you s him he’ll give me to you as a reward.

magine it-marriage to me his heir

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She winked playfully, as if her beauty, wealth, and power were reason enough for

him to say yes.

“Sorry,” Alex said firmly. “I can’t do that.”

“Healing my father?” Bella’s face twisted in disbelief, then shifted into a chilling

smile.

“Well… that’s fine too. Every man

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you’ll be mysband and

“I’ll cure your father,” Alex said firmly. “But I won’t take marriage as payment.

That’s wrong.”

Bella’s cheeks burned red. She gave a soft, nervous laugh.

“Oh, Alex. I never realized you were the shy type. Truth is I am too. But in

moments like this, we both have to be brave, take a step forward. Don’t worry. My

father will agree when you ask for my hand.”

“I don’t believe he will,” Alex said sharply, trying to end her fantasy.

But Bella only smiled wider, her face flushed with heat.

“Alex! Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that

cannot fly.”

“If Father refuses, I have another way. You can put your baby in my belly first.

Then he’ll have no choice but to accept us-without condition. What do you think?”

Alex cut her off, “That’s enough, Bella. First let me see your father. I need to check his condition.”

“You’re right, please follow me,” she said, nodding quickly, her cheeks glowing with a fierce blush as they began walking toward the limousine. “I’ve already prepared the private jet.”

Then Bella glanced at Alex with wide, innocent eyes. “About… baby making?

Could we try it on the plane? Can you show me how? People say it’s… fun.” Alex froze, shocked beyond belief.

This was Bella—the bold, dangerous Bella who feared nothing, who dared anything—yet she didn’t even know the first thing about making a baby?