Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 502

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 502

Ragnar roared, his voice shaking with fury.

“Damn it, Alex! You screwed me over with that VÖXEN Seraphine—camouflaging it as a first-generation model! That’s cheating. This round is void!”

Alex Saint-Claire didn’t flinch. He only smirked. “Really? You want to crawl back on your own words now?”

He tapped his bracelet, syncing it with the stadium’s massive screen. The contract flashed across it in crisp detail.

“This man—Ragnar Eisenwall, heir of Duke Eisenwall—says he doesn’t want to honor his own bet,” Alex announced, his voice echoing across the arena. “People of Winchester, what do you think?”

The reaction was instant. Jeers erupted from every corner of the stadium, rolling like thunder.

Some spectators—desperate because they had bet on Ragnar—shouted for the race to be voided so they could get their money back. But their voices were drowned out almost immediately.

Most of the audience agreed: the document was valid.

Ragnar had asked for the race.
Ragnar had lost.
Ragnar had to pay.

“One needs courage to win and courage to lose!” someone yelled.

“You dare to play but don’t dare to lose? What are you—some kid who only accepts victory and cries ‘void’ when he fails?”

“I didn’t know Duke Eisenwall raised such an ungentlemanly son!”

“Shameless!”

Each insult hit Ragnar like a stone. He knew the Eisenwall name was taking a blow—tens of thousands of eyes watching him fall apart.

But accepting defeat meant losing his car, his arm, and his heart. That was a price he would never pay. Not for anyone.

“No—I’m not backing down!” Ragnar snapped, his voice cracking.

“This is about principle! I refuse to be cheated. If you didn’t cheat, I’d pay you—hell, I’d give you my head, not just my arms. Ask anyone who knows me!”

He puffed out his chest, trying to look righteous—trying hard to look like the victim.

“You cheated!” he barked. “I’m not going to be the idiot who lets himself get played!”

The stadium exploded into louder jeers, a tidal wave of contempt.

Everyone could see it clearly now—

Ragnar Eisenwall, the mighty duke’s son, was nothing more than a sore loser with no spine to honor the bet he demanded.

Renata shot him a cold, disgusted look. “Ragnar, you’re breaking your promise. You disgusting, spineless idiot.”

Countess Marlena stepped forward.

“Ragnar Eisenwall,” she said, every syllable sharp as steel, “you are a coward. Everyone here heard you. You begged for this race. You demanded the bet be made official. You signed the document yourself. Eden Group is the official registrar for this match. Do you think we’ll stay silent while you disgrace the entire system?”

She moved closer, eyes burning straight through him.

“I will plaster your face on every newspaper and holo-screen in the country. ‘The Duke of Eisenwall’s Son—The Biggest Coward of the Year.’ Imagine that headline. Imagine what it will do to your family’s precious reputation.”

She didn’t blink.

“Or should I file a formal report with the authorities? Do you think the government will let you run after you signed your name in ink?”

Ragnar’s face went pale. The CEO of Eden Group looked ready to turn a spark into a wildfire—and burn him with it.

“Well, I say go ahead,” Renata added, smiling with vicious satisfaction. “Let the entire Prussian Empire finally see the truth behind all those Eisenwall slogans—strength, honor, responsibility. What a joke. Turns out the duke’s great son is just a coward who can’t stand by a single word he says.”

A few classmates who’d always despised Ragnar stepped forward, their voices dripping with venom.

“Well, now we finally see his real face!”

“He’s nothing but a double-standard dog. If Alex had lost, Ragnar would’ve skinned him alive. But now that he’s the loser, he’s whining like a child.”

“Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.”

“He talked big, bet big, and lost big.”

Ragnar’s face flickered between green and red, twisted with humiliation.

Truth was—he had bought this VÖXEN 6-series barely a month ago.

He’d paid over four million dollars for that car—and the bet demanded his arm and his heart. There was no way he was giving all of that to someone he considered beneath him.

“You cheated,” Ragnar snapped. “I’ll see you in court.”

“Perfect,” Countess Marlena replied with a slow, amused smile.

“Then we’ll watch your family name dragged across social media and every newspaper. You’ll be the joke of the year. And your father—who spent decades protecting his dignity—will watch you tear it apart in an afternoon. His enemies will feast on this.”

“I don’t care,” Ragnar muttered stubbornly.

But then his bracelet chimed—loud, sharp, urgent.

He looked at the caller ID and froze. Cold sweat slid down his spine.

He tapped the bracelet. “Father.”

The Duke’s voice boomed through the line—furious and controlled.

“What you’re doing is being watched by the entire country. People are already discussing the Eisenwall dignity you’re dragging through the mud. Whatever you bet—you will give. Uphold the family name.”

“But Father…” Ragnar’s voice faltered. He feared this man more than anyone. “My arm… my heart…”

“Even if it costs your life,” the Duke snapped, his voice like forged steel, “you will not stain the Eisenwall name. You will give what you bet—or I will take it from you myself.”

Ragnar’s stomach twisted hard. His father wasn’t just patriotic—he was a general, a man who lived and breathed honor. If Ragnar refused, the Eisenwall reputation—their dominance, their influence—would be shredded in front of the nation.

Worse… his father would kill him without hesitation.

He had ten brothers waiting like vultures to seize his place. If he defied the Duke, he wouldn’t just lose the bet—he’d lose his status, his future, and his life.

He’d be the real loser.

“Fine,” Ragnar finally choked out. “The VÖXEN 6 is yours.”

“Good. You are truly an Eisenwall,” Alex said calmly. “Now… what about your arm and your heart?”

“I’ll pay with money,” Ragnar snapped.

“Great. So you did read the contract.” Alex nodded. “For the arm, half a million. For the heart, one million.”

“Bullshit!” Ragnar exploded. “On the real market, an arm costs ten thousand dollars and a healthy heart is fifty thousand! Don’t treat me like an idiot!”

Alex’s smirk sharpened. “Wonderful. Since you know the prices so well, why not hand over your arm and buy yourself a new one afterward? Prussia’s healthcare will reattach it for free. Think of it as a smart financial move—you’ll save a fortune.”

“You—!” Ragnar roared, shaking with rage. “How dare you talk to me like that!”

“Dare what?” Alex replied coolly. “I’m following the rules. The contract lets me choose whether to accept money. If I refuse your offer, you give me the real thing. Your arm and your heart.”

Ragnar’s face flushed crimson. “One hundred thousand for the arm. Half a million for the heart. Final offer.”

“Well,” Alex said, “I’m asking one million for your arm and two million for your heart. Plenty of people would buy them—especially your father’s enemies. Imagine their halls decorated with a plaque: ‘The Arm and Heart of Ragnar Eisenwall.’ They’d pay very, very well.”

“How dare you raise the price?!” Ragnar shouted, humiliation breaking his voice.

“The price of your arm is now two million,” Alex said with a smile. “And your heart? Four million.”

“Two million for an arm?! That’s extortion!”

Alex shrugged, amused. “Extortion? Ragnar, please. I’m giving you a friend discount.”

Ragnar blinked. “A… discount?!”

“Of course.” Alex’s tone turned playful. “If you weren’t an Eisenwall, I’d charge triple. Your rich enemies would kill for the chance to own a piece of you.”

Ragnar scoffed. “Enemies? I don’t have enemies!”

Alex let out a short, sharp laugh. “Are you sure? Because from where I’m standing, you’re working really hard to grow the list.”