Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 520

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 520

Belinda froze when the head of Eden Group security shut her down so abruptly. For a split second, her mind went completely blank.

Annoyance surged through her chest, sharp and burning. She wanted to scream. But her friends were still watching—every pair of eyes fixed on her. She clenched her teeth, swallowed her rage, and forced herself to stand straight.

She made another call.

This time, she dialed the vice general manager—the man who had always hovered beside her father like a shadow.

Her father’s right-hand man.

She remembered it clearly.

In front of her father, this man was always timid—head lowered, spine bent, nodding endlessly, agreeing to everything without a single objection.

The call connected.

“Hello, Mr. Jacob,” Belinda said immediately, her voice tight but confident. “It’s me, Belinda von Yorck. I’m having a problem here—”

“I’m sorry,” the man cut in coldly. “I don’t know you.”

Belinda stiffened.

“What?” Her voice wavered for half a second before turning sharp. “Mr. Jacob, don’t play games with me. My father helped your family get into the Eden Group. He even gave you a million dollars. I handed that money to you myself. How dare you say you don’t know me?”

There was a brief pause.

Then the man let out a disgusted snort.

“Belinda von Yorck,” he sneered. “Don’t you know? Your father has already been fired. He’s under investigation by the Eden Group.”

Belinda’s eyes widened.

“Fired?” she shouted. “Investigated? When?!”

“Half an hour ago.”

Her breath caught.

Before she could speak again, the man added sharply, “I don’t know you. I never received any money from you. You’d better shut your mouth.”

The line went dead.

Belinda stood there, stunned.

Across from her, the scar-faced thug watched her expression closely. His lips twitched. A slow, mocking smile spread across his face.

“What’s wrong?” he said lazily. “Couldn’t find anyone to call my boss?”

Belinda opened her mouth—

Smack.

The slap came without warning.

His hand cracked across her face with brutal force. Her head snapped to the side. She staggered backward, crashing into tables and chairs as they toppled to the floor.

It was the second slap she had taken that day.

Gasps erupted around the room. Faces went pale. No one moved. No one dared step forward.

Scarface stood calmly, watching her fall.

Belinda clutched her cheek, her face twisted with hatred and humiliation.

“How dare you slap me!” she screamed.

Scarface tilted his head.

“I slapped you—so what?”

He laughed softly, a sick, twisted sound, then drove his boot straight into her face.

Belinda collapsed to the floor. Before she could even scream, he jumped on her.

Hands grabbed her clothes, ripping fabric apart. Fists came down again and again—blunt, ruthless, merciless.

Belinda’s screams filled the room—sharp, broken, desperate.

No one helped her.

No one moved.

Blood soon covered her face. Her eyes swelled shut. Her features puffed up until she barely looked human.

The scene was grotesque.

Terrifying.

And no one dared stop it.

Belinda broke completely.

She screamed through blood and tears, her voice cracking. “Please! Please! I’m sorry! I’m begging you—stop!”

“Sorry?” Scarface snorted, his voice dripping with contempt. He leaned in, eyes savage. “After the way you treated me like dirt, like I was beneath you, you think I can survive in the underworld if I don’t beat the one who humiliated me half to death?”

His lips curled into a cruel grin. “Everyone here needs to see what happens when someone decides to mess with me.”

“I—I have money. A million dollars,” Belinda sobbed. “I have it right now. Please, just take it and leave me alone.”

“Great,” Scarface laughed harshly. “You should’ve said that earlier.”

Belinda reached for her bracelet, fingers shaking as she tried to access her bank account.

Then she froze.

Her face drained of color.

Her account was frozen.

Under investigation.

Scarface noticed instantly. His face twisted with fury, flushing red with rage. “So you were playing me?” he roared. “You dared to lie to me?!”

He spun around and shouted at his men, “Damn it! Go! Beat her ass!”

The thugs rushed forward like animals.

Fists slammed into Belinda. Boots crashed into her ribs. Someone smashed her legs with an iron bat.

The sound was sickening.

People screamed. Some turned away, covering their eyes. It was too brutal to watch.

As Belinda writhed on the floor, Scarface turned toward her classmates, his voice cutting through the chaos.

“Since your friend was so damn arrogant,” he sneered, “the price just doubled. Four million now.”

Everyone froze.

“That’s impossible!” someone shouted in panic. “We don’t have that kind of money!”

Scarface frowned, then waved his hand impatiently. “Fine. If you can’t come up with it, I’ll take everything you have right now.” He pointed at them. “Line up. Show me your bracelets. Open your bank accounts. I want it all.”

Then he paused.

“And if you don’t want to cooperate—”

He pulled out a knife.

The blade flashed under the lights—sharp, bright, deadly.

Screams broke out. Several women cried out in terror.

“Now line up!” Scarface yelled.

Shaking, people began to form a line.

Scarface moved slowly down it.

When he was about to reach Sofina, a calm voice cut through the fear.

“Wait a minute.”

Scarface turned sharply, already furious. “Who the fuck wants to die this time?”

His eyes landed on Alex.

At first, he frowned, confused.

Then his expression changed completely.

Recognition hit him like a hammer.

This man.

He knew him.

The man who had stormed his former boss’s headquarters, slaughtered everyone inside, and left him with the scar carved into his face.

Alex stepped forward and pulled Sofina to his side, placing her directly in front of Scarface.

“This woman,” Alex said evenly, his voice cold and steady, “I believe you know her. Her name is Sofina Scheinwald.”

He tightened his grip on her hand.

“My wife.”

Scarface’s face drained of color.

The knife slipped from his hand and clattered onto the floor. In the next second, he dropped to his knees with a heavy thud.

Before anyone could react, he began slapping himself—hard, again and again—his voice breaking as he cried out, “Mrs. Sofina! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were here! I truly didn’t know!”

The sudden reversal stunned everyone.

One of the thugs whispered hoarsely, staring at Scarface. “Boss… you’re really apologizing?”

Scarface slapped himself again. “Shut up.”

The thug swallowed. “She doesn’t look scary.”

Scarface hissed through clenched teeth. “Neither does a guillotine—until it drops.”

Sofina froze, startled. “You… know me?”

Scarface nodded frantically, sweat pouring down his face. “Yes! Mrs. Scheinwald. Of course I know you. Your reputation speaks for itself. It’s—it’s an honor to meet you.”

An honor?

Sofina Scheinwald?

The room fell into stunned silence.

A classmate leaned toward another, voice shaking. “Did he just say it’s an honor to meet her?”

The other nodded stiffly. “Yeah.”

“That guy beat the duke’s son half to death.”

“Then imagine what he thinks she could do.”

They both went quiet. “Right. Honor makes sense now.”

No one could process what they were witnessing. It felt surreal—almost absurd.

Alex’s voice cut through the shock, calm but sharp. “Since you know who Sofina is,” he said, “don’t you think it’s time to let her classmates go?”

Scarface didn’t hesitate. He spun around, bowing repeatedly to everyone in the room. “Of course! Since you’re all friends of Mrs. Scheinwald, there will be no charges. Not a single cent.”

The room erupted in stunned gasps.

The same thugs who had humiliated Ragnar and beaten Belinda without mercy were now backing down—without conditions.

Who was Sofina Scheinwald?

In that moment, the answer was clear.

She was their savior.

People rushed toward Sofina, gripping her hands, voices trembling with gratitude.

“Sofina… thank you. Thank you so much.”

Sofina stood there, confused and overwhelmed. She had never had any dealings with the underworld. Not once.

She could only smile softly. “You’re welcome. I just… helped a friend.”

Scarface glanced at Ragnar and Belinda, still unconscious on the floor, their bodies battered and bloodied. His voice dropped, uneasy. “Mr. Scheinwald… I’m sorry for beating your friends.”

Before Sofina could respond, Alex spoke without hesitation. “It’s fine. They’re not my wife’s friends. They even threatened her. Send them to the hospital and don’t let this incident disrupt the party.”

Scarface nodded immediately. “Understood.” He bowed again. “Mrs. Scheinwald, please enjoy the rest of the party. Excuse us.”

He barked orders. His men lifted Ragnar and Belinda, dragged them out swiftly, and disappeared through the door.

Silence returned.

All eyes turned to Sofina—filled with awe, admiration, and disbelief. People crowded around her, praising her, thanking her, clinging to her presence.

Only Renata stayed back.

She wasn’t looking at Sofina.

She was staring at Alex.

Her brows knit slightly as a single thought crossed her mind.

Who the hell are you, Alex?

Sofina walked up to him, her voice low and confused. “Alex… what’s going on?”

Alex gave a faint, calm smile. “Well,” he said quietly, “someone finally understands how terrifying a wife can be.”