Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 524

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 524

“Today, you’re coming with me,” Felicia said to Pauline. “You’re going to learn how money is really made. Using your body only works if you’re smart enough not to let some man give you a sexually transmitted disease—a death sentence wrapped in pleasure.”

Pauline turned her head slightly.

“Alex,” she asked casually, “do you have any sexually transmitted diseases?”

“Yes,” Alex answered without hesitation. “I carry ten of the rarest and deadliest ones. So stay as far away from me as possible.”

Pauline didn’t blink.

She reached into her bag and pulled out a compact device—sleek, metallic, shaped like a scanner gun. She aimed it directly at Alex’s chest.

The device beeped once. A small screen lit up.

“Mom,” Pauline said calmly, “Alex doesn’t have any sexually transmitted diseases. Out of two hundred and fifty known infections, he has none. He’s completely clean—perfectly healthy. That’s extremely rare.”

Alex frowned.

Felicia’s eyes narrowed. “How do you even have something like that?”

“Everyone in my class has one,” Pauline replied. “We’re adults now. Girls check before choosing their first partner. I’m not throwing away my first time on nothing. That would be pathetic. I want to be at the top of my class.”

She slipped the scanner back into her bag, completely unfazed.

“So far,” she continued, “the most attractive offer is Alex. One car for a first sexual experience. That’s not a bad deal.”

“I’m sorry,” Alex said instantly. “That’s a hard no.”

“You’ll change your mind,” Pauline said, confidence dripping from every word. “My friends say no man ever refuses when a beautiful woman with a perfect body stands naked in front of him and decides to be a slut.”

Alex had nothing to say. Not a single word.

Pauline leaned closer, smiling.

“Alex, I’m the purest girl in my school. And if you’re willing to offer one car per first time, I can line up beautiful women for you. Same price for each.” She laughed softly. “Sounds like a great deal, doesn’t it?”

Alex couldn’t help noticing the irony.

She was offering sexual transactions to the richest man in all of Prussia—a man who could buy cars the way others bought coffee, without thinking, without feeling it.

He needed to get away from her.

Fast.

She wasn’t just trouble.

She was the devil.

Pauline smiled sweetly. “Come on, Alex. You’re rejecting a once-in-a-generation opportunity.”

Alex raised an eyebrow. “Is that what they’re calling extortion now?”

“It’s not extortion if both sides profit.”

Alex sighed again, genuinely at a loss.

“Relax, Alex,” Pauline said. “You look tense.”

“Tense?” he scoffed. “I’m sitting between a woman who smells like gunpowder and a girl who negotiates virginity like a stock option.”

“That’s called confidence,” Pauline replied.

“No,” Felicia corrected coldly. “That’s called youth.”

Alex sighed inwardly. Great. I’m about to be killed by either ambition or hormones. Still not sure which will get me first.

But this was Prussia.

A nation of ruthless technology and cold logic—so advanced that people no longer wanted children. The population was collapsing. Babies were already being grown in laboratories just to keep the country alive.

Here, once the law declared you old enough—old enough to bear a child—sex became a matter of personal freedom.

Morality had been left behind long ago.

And yet the population kept falling, despite government incentives and massive funding poured into newborn programs.

People were too smart. Dangerously smart.

They understood one brutal truth: sex didn’t mean children.

They took the pleasure and discarded the consequence.

If the government was hoping accidental sex would solve the problem, it clearly wasn’t working.

Felicia leaned forward, impatience sharp in her voice.

“Hurry up. Drive to the black market. There’s a new batch of rare items from Xia and Estoria. I want to see them.”

Alex glanced at her through the mirror.

“Are you sure you even have the money to buy anything there? I hear those sellers have black hearts. Ninety-nine percent of what they sell is fake.”

Felicia laughed loudly.

“What do you know about the black market?” she said, waving him off. “I have a talent for finding the one percent that’s real. I buy low, sell high. My appraisal skills are top-notch.”

“Are you sure?” Alex pressed.

He already knew the truth.

Felicia had no real appraisal skills—only reckless dreams of getting rich overnight. Sophia had told him how Felicia loved roaming the black market, obsessed with the fantasy of discovering a priceless antique for pocket change. Years later, all she had gained were scams, lies, and quiet humiliation.

Felicia scowled at his doubt and snorted.

“Stop talking nonsense. Just drive.”

“We’re here,” Alex said.

They had reached the outskirts of Winchester.

Once, the town had been dead—abandoned after the mines shut down. Empty factories. Crumbling buildings. A graveyard of concrete and rust.

Now, it was where bad people gathered.

Stolen goods. War plunder. Illegally exported artifacts.

Dirty money changed hands openly, without shame.

The government knew this place existed. They had tried again and again to erase it—raids, arrests, crackdowns. Each time one group vanished, another rose to replace it.

Eventually, Prussia stopped pretending.

They created a secret organization—unknown to the public—to control the black market from the inside.

No one in Prussia was stupid. After a few years, it became an open secret.

A Prussian general was running the entire operation.

As the black market grew more notorious—and strangely fashionable—the tourism department stepped in. Heavy renovations. Image control.

It was no longer just an illegal marketplace.

It became a tourist attraction—officially outlawed, publicly denied, quietly accepted.

The moment they stepped inside, Pauline’s eyes widened.

This was her first time, and it showed.

The noise. The crowds. The chaos.

It all hit her at once.

Felicia folded her arms, eyes gleaming as she scanned the market.

“Feel that?” she said. “Opportunity.”

Alex glanced at the sellers—faces burning with greed, desperate to push anything onto people who didn’t need it.

“I feel scams.”

“You always lack vision,” Felicia snapped.

“No,” Alex replied evenly. “I just recognize places where people lose money and call it education.”

“That’s why you’ll never be rich,” Felicia sneered, then strode ahead, confident, as if she knew every alley by heart.

Vendors shouted from all directions.

“Beautiful ladies! Take a look! Worth ten thousand outside—here, just one hundred!”

Pauline slowed, drawn in instantly.

Felicia didn’t even pause. “If you really knew the price, you’d sell it yourself.”

The seller pretended not to hear.

More voices followed. Louder. Desperate. Hands shoved items forward. Promises flew like bait.

Felicia ignored them all and stopped in front of a two-story antique shop—the largest building in the area.

Inside, she inhaled deeply, then leaned closer and lowered her voice.

“This place is full of hidden treasures.”

Alex nodded slowly.

“Yes. Buried under layers of fraud, false hope, and people who thought exactly the same thing.”

She scoffed. “You sound jealous.”

“I am,” Alex said flatly. “They still believe in miracles. I believe in invoices.”

“Tiring,” Felicia muttered. “Talking to people without dreams.”

She approached the receptionist. “I have an appointment.”

The receptionist nodded immediately. “Second floor, please.”

As they moved toward the stairs, Felicia suddenly turned back.

“You stay here with Pauline,” she said sharply. “You don’t understand luxury items. If you break something, it’ll be a nightmare. Just wait. Look around if you want.”

Alex glanced at the shelves—antiques labeled from Xia, Estoria, and beyond.

“Alright.”

Felicia ascended the stairs, chin lifted, arrogance carved into every step.

Alex and Pauline wandered the shelves.

Pauline stopped again and again, eyes sparkling, convinced she was surrounded by hidden gold.

Alex saw the truth.

Mediocre items. Overhyped. Rejected by real appraisers.

Almost everything was worthless.

But for Pauline, it was paradise—a beginner’s fantasy.

Then, without warning, a scream ripped through the air.

From the second floor.

Two men stormed down, dragging Felicia between them. Her hands were pinned behind her back. Blood streaked down her face.

One of them roared, voice raw and violent.

“Who’s the guarantor for this woman? If nobody answers, she dies here.”

“Alex!” Felicia screamed. “Please help me!”

One man turned and locked eyes with Alex.

“Are you her guarantor?”

Alex shook his head slowly.

His voice was flat. Cold.

“I don’t know her. Do whatever you want with her.”