Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 535

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 535

“What the hell are you doing?!” Kaltmann roared, his voice cracking with rage. “I’m calling the police!”

Alex understood instantly what that meant. If the authorities got involved, sanctions would follow—serious ones. His status, his citizenship, everything he had fought for over three brutal years could be wiped out with a single decision.

He turned sharply toward Leonora.

“Miss Silberkreuz,” Alex said calmly, “I slapped and kicked this man under your authority. Do you want me to kill him too?”

Leonora froze. For a brief moment, even she looked shaken. Alex had pushed every risk straight onto her shoulders without the slightest hesitation.

“That’s a lie!” Kaltmann shouted as he staggered upright, pointing at Alex with a trembling finger. “Miss Silberkreuz never ordered you to touch me! How dare you hit me—kick me! You’ll pay for this!”

Alex stepped forward.

In one brutal motion, he grabbed Kaltmann by the collar and drove his fist into the old man’s face—once, then again.

“Miss Silberkreuz told me to hit you,” Alex snarled between blows.

“She told you to stay home. You still showed up. Do you have any idea what that means?” He yanked the collar tighter. “You’re already making her your enemy by defying her order.”

“And why shouldn’t the duke’s granddaughter strike you?” Another punch snapped Kaltmann’s head sideways. “Who do you think you are?” A blow sent him reeling. “A duke? A count?” One more hit. “You’re nothing—just a nobody.”

Kaltmann’s face swelled into a grotesque mask, bruises darkening as blood pooled at the corner of his mouth. Still, Alex didn’t let go. He never let a threat slide—especially not from someone who had already shown open hatred and clear killing intent.

“Stop—please… stop…” Kaltmann sobbed, his voice collapsing. “Miss… Miss Silberkreuz… please…”

Alex finally paused. Without releasing his grip, he turned his head slightly. “Miss Silberkreuz,” he asked again, “do you want me to kill him—or forgive him?”

Leonora watched the old man tremble in Alex’s grasp. Years of resentment burned quietly in her chest, and seeing him broken like this brought an unexpected sense of release.

“Well,” she said at last, “let’s forgive him.”

Alex answered with one final slap that echoed through the hall.

“You’re forgiven,” he said coldly. “So shut your mouth and never question Miss Silberkreuz again—unless you’re tired of breathing.”

He released Kaltmann and shoved him forward. The old man collapsed at Anton’s feet like discarded trash.

“Good. Very good,” Anton laughed, clapping slowly. “Looks like your people are becoming more and more unbearable.”

Alex straightened and turned to face him.

“Miss Silberkreuz,” Alex said evenly, “may I hit this man? I believe I can kill him with a single blow.”

Leonora laughed, clearly amused now.

“Tempting,” she said. “If he keeps showing off that arrogance, you may give him one hit.” Her eyes gleamed. “Tell him it’s from me.”

“How dare you!” Anton Dunkel shouted.

At the exact same moment, Alex’s hand came down.

Slap.

The sound cracked through the hall.

Anton was struck squarely across the face—in front of everyone.

The room froze.

Gasps rippled outward. Even Leonora stiffened in shock.

Alex didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to.

“My miss told you to shut your mouth,” he said calmly. “Can you do it yourself, or do you need my miss to help you shut it?”

He looked at Anton Dunkel the way a dignified man looks at vermin—without anger, without fear, only contempt.

Anton Dunkel was a marquis of the Dunkel family. In his entire life, no one had ever laid a hand on him.

His face burned red with rage. “You’ll regret this. Do you know who I am?!”

Alex nodded calmly. “Yes.”

Anton sneered. “Then why did you hit me?”

Alex tilted his head slightly. “Because knowing who you are didn’t make you sound smarter.”

Leonora coughed softly, barely suppressing a laugh.

Anton pointed at Alex, shaking. “I am a marquis!”

Alex shrugged. “Then congratulations. You’re officially the highest-ranking man I’ve slapped today.”

His hand came down again.

Slap.

Harder.

Anton clutched his face, stunned. “Y-you just hit me again!”

“Yes,” Alex replied.

“In public!”

“Yes.”

“After you knew who I was!” Anton shouted, disbelief twisting his face. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!”

Alex glanced at Leonora. “Miss Silberkreuz, does he always repeat obvious things, or is this stress-related?”

Leonora bit her lip, barely holding back laughter.

“This insult will not go unanswered!” Anton roared.

Alex leaned closer. “That sounds threatening.”

“It is threatening!”

Alex frowned slightly. “Ah. Then you should try saying it with fewer tears in your eyes.”

Anton’s jaw tightened. “I will remember this.”

Alex smiled faintly. “Good. Most people don’t remember the hand that teaches them manners.”

His hand moved again.

Slap.

The sound echoed through the hall.

“How dare a mere marquis get slapped by the daughter of a duke and still complain?” Alex said coldly. “You should feel honored. You should bow your head and accept it.”

The hall fell into stunned silence.

No one had ever seen anything like this—someone so brutally direct, so utterly unconcerned with status or etiquette, striking nobles as if titles meant nothing at all.

A barbarian.

A madman.

Or something far worse.

“You—” Anton tried to shout again.

Alex merely lifted his hand slightly.

That was enough.

Anton’s face drained of color. His courage collapsed. He clenched his jaw, turned on his heel, and walked away without another word.

Alex returned to Leonora’s side.

She stared at him, eyes wide. “I didn’t know you were this bold,” she said slowly. “You dared to strike a marquis in front of everyone.”

Alex smiled faintly. “Well, technically, it wasn’t me hitting them.” He glanced at her. “It was you, Miss Silberkreuz.”

Leonora blinked. “You used my name like a weapon.”

“Because no one fears a blade without an owner,” he replied.

Her jaw tightened. “And if they come after me because of this?”

Alex didn’t hesitate. “Then they’re challenging the Prussian system itself. Touching the duke’s granddaughter is an open challenge to Prussia’s authority. You won’t be harmed.”

His voice dropped, cold and absolute. “But they will learn—painfully—from what I teach them.”

She studied him closely. “You’re teaching them that I’m dangerous.”

Alex corrected her. “I’m teaching them that you’re untouchable.”

“Why would you do that?” she asked.

Alex’s expression sharpened. “Yesterday, your guards ignored your orders. They didn’t respect you. Today, your own subordinate looked down on you. And now a marquis from another duchy dares to shove you.”

His gaze locked onto hers. “Do you really want the world to think you’re someone they can push around?”

Leonora said nothing.

“You need to put people like them in their place,” Alex continued. “You need to show them you stand above them.”

“That isn’t ethical,” Leonora said.

Alex’s eyes narrowed. “A woman who lies to herself loses all respect—for herself and for others.” His voice was calm but cutting. “Don’t pretend you enjoy being looked down on. And don’t pretend you didn’t feel relief—maybe even satisfaction—when I put them back where they belong.”

Leonora stared at him, unblinking. She had never met anyone like him—so direct, so fearless, so dangerously convincing.

It was the kind of danger that pulled a good girl toward a bad man in all the wrong ways.

She took a slow, steady breath.
“Next time, Alex,” she said quietly, “just break their bones.” A faint smile touched her lips. “I’ll happily say it was all my order.”

Before Alex could reply, a voice cut through the tension.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the host announced as he stepped into the center of the hall, “please take your seats. The auction will begin shortly. VIP guests, please proceed to the front.”