Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 543

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 543

Renata forced herself forward despite the fire tearing through her body. Every step sent a sharp jolt through her hips, but she didn’t slow. Her gaze locked onto the young man who had tried to rape her.

“Remember my face,” she said coldly. “Remember what you tried to do to me.”

She drove the knife into another man’s stomach.

“This is the karma you earned.”

She moved down the line, stabbing them one by one. Her voice remained steady—flat, emotionless, terrifying.

“Remember the price of touching a duke’s daughter.”

“Please—please,” one man sobbed, his voice cracking. “I don’t want to die.”

Renata’s eyes filled with tears, but her hand didn’t shake.

“Neither do I,” she said quietly. “I didn’t want to die either. But you forced your hands on me. You chose this first. I’m only finishing it.”

Another man screamed as the blade sank in. None of them could move. An invisible pressure wrapped around their bodies, paralyzing them in absolute terror—Alex’s unseen force holding them in place.

“No—please,” one cried. “I have a family.”

“So do I,” Renata replied. “I have a father. I have a mother.”

She plunged the knife into another stomach.

“Why can’t we live decent lives,” she whispered, “without hurting others?”

Seventeen men fell, one after another.

Only then did Renata stop.

She collapsed to her knees and broke down, sobbing.

Alex released his grip. The seventeen men lay helpless on the ground, clutching their bleeding wounds.

Alex stepped forward.

“All of you,” he roared, “have ten to thirty minutes to call for help. Make it in time, and you might save your souls. Fail—” his eyes turned icy, “—and you can report directly to the Creators for being complete trash.”

No one answered. Shaking hands activated bracelets. Emergency calls went out.

One connected.

Within seconds, a medical drone descended, hovering over a wounded man as scanners lit his body.

“Stab wound detected,” the drone announced calmly.
“Accessing bracelet records to determine cause of injury.”

The drone synced with the man’s bracelet.

“Confirmed. You were stabbed by Renata Winter due to attempted assault against the daughter of a duke. Sanction: death.”

“No!” the man screamed.

“You are currently alive,” the drone replied evenly. “Emergency treatment will be administered. Your viable organs will be preserved for medical redistribution.”

The man’s face drained of color.

“No… please—no! I’m still alive! Help me!” he screamed.

The drone began its work as he sobbed in terror.

“You are a common citizen who attempted to harm a noble,” the system stated coldly. “The law is enforced by your own actions.”

Those who had already contacted emergency services stood frozen. They had been waiting for death—waiting for the drones to harvest their organs as payment.

Some staggered away, clutching their torn stomachs.

A few collapsed after only a few steps, bleeding and gasping on the pavement.

One drone detached from the group and hovered toward Renata.

“We will take care of you, Lady Renata,” it said in a professional tone. “Please remain calm.”

“Alex…” Renata whispered, suddenly remembering how he had shielded her.

No response.

She turned sharply, pain ripping through her body.

“He was here,” she said, voice shaking. “He was right here.”

“No registered guardian detected,” the drone replied.

Renata let out a bitter, broken laugh.

“Of course he’s gone,” she murmured. “He always leaves after saving me.”

Her lips trembled despite her effort to stay composed.

“So he saved me again,” she whispered.

Then anger flared through her tears.

“And I didn’t even get to thank him.”

She cursed as the ambulance finally arrived.

“Damn it!” Renata snapped. “I just got out of the hospital, and now I’m going straight back in. And if Gerhard dares to show his face, I swear I’ll kill that bastard.”

With a deep stab wound to her backside and multiple fractures, Renata was forced to remain hospitalized for days, barely able to move, drifting in and out of pain and medication.

The assault quickly exploded across Winchester’s local news channels—violent, scandalous, impossible to ignore.

At the Wolfsbane mansion, the household gathered under Baroness Wolfsbane’s urgent summons. Tension filled the room.

“We must visit Renata,” one relative said firmly. “This is a perfect opportunity to strengthen ties with the Winter family.”

Several heads nodded at once.

Baroness Wolfsbane’s eyes gleamed. This was an opening. If handled correctly, they could reshape the tragedy into a heroic stage for Gerhard.

“Hurry,” she ordered. “We’re going to the hospital—before another family gets there first.”

Gerhard said nothing.

He didn’t dare.

Guilt crushed his chest like a blade. He clenched his teeth and followed, knowing he was the true cause of everything.

On the way, he rehearsed his lies again and again.

Ten excuses for pushing Renata forward and running.
Ten more for ignoring her call.

Twenty reasons. All of them sounded reasonable.

He just didn’t know if Renata would accept even one.

“You look pale,” Baroness Wolfsbane observed.

“I’m fine,” he lied.

Inside, his chest felt split open.

“Be charming,” the Baroness said lightly. “Be supportive.”

Gerhard nodded, heart pounding.

Because no one knew the truth—

That every step toward the hospital felt like walking back to the crime he caused.

The moment he entered Renata’s room and saw her pale and wounded, he moved fast.

Before she could speak—before she could accuse him—he rushed forward.

“Renata, are you alright?” he said urgently. “I was just about to call my family and bring help!”

“Help?” Renata smiled coldly. “You almost got me killed.”

“Please don’t misunderstand,” Gerhard said quickly. “I was trying to draw them away. They were after me, not you. I thought they wouldn’t hurt you—you’re a duke’s daughter!”

Renata blinked. “That was your plan?”

“Yes!”

She nodded slowly. “So your strategy was leaving me alone with criminals and trusting their manners?”

Gerhard hesitated. “What else was I supposed to do?”

“Stay.”

The room went silent.

“That… wasn’t an option,” he said.

“Of course not,” Renata replied calmly. “Running is safer—especially when someone else is slower.”

“Thank you… for understanding,” Gerhard said.

“Come closer,” Renata replied.

Relief flooded him. He thought he’d succeeded.

He stepped forward.

Crack.

Her fist smashed into his nose. Blood exploded as Gerhard screamed and staggered back.

“Gerhard!” Baroness Wolfsbane cried. “Renata—what did you do?”

“Why don’t you ask him what he did?” Renata shouted. “He’s the reason I’m here! If Sofina were here, my father would already be wiping out your entire family!”

The room froze.

Baroness Wolfsbane turned slowly to Gerhard, her eyes hard.

“Explain,” she ordered. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything!” he yelled. “I took her to dinner. Some men harassed her, so I stepped in. Then they came back—twenty of them! I ran to get help!”

The Baroness turned to Renata, her tone sharp and condescending.

“My grandson tried to help you. You shouldn’t have hit him. You should be thanking him.”

Renata laughed—a sharp, dangerous sound.

“Wonderful,” she said coldly. “The great Wolfsbane family. You hurt me, then come here to accuse me.”

Her eyes burned.

“If I don’t see the Wolfsbane family destroyed by the Winter family,” she said slowly, “then my name is not Renata Winter.”