Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 562

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 562

Being powerless wasn’t a crime. But falling from absolute power into complete helplessness—that was when life flipped from heaven to hell without warning.

Alex had no strength left. No hidden trump card. Nothing to stop her.

Nothing at all.

So he moved on instinct and grabbed the blade with his bare hand.

The knife sliced through his fingers. Flesh split.

Blood spilled instantly.

The blade slipped from her grip. Alex wrenched it away and hurled it aside. It clattered across the floor.

“Stop,” Alex said.

“Why?” the young woman screamed. Tears streamed down her face. Desperation burned in her eyes—raw, shattered, beyond hope. “My whole life is already ruined because of you. Why shouldn’t I just die?”

Alex looked at her.

She was small. Too small. Fifteen at most. A child forced to grow up too fast because fate had saddled her with a monster like Bai Xiaochun for a brother.

Her eyes locked onto his, demanding an answer.

“Why won’t you let me die?
Why push me this far and then refuse to finish it?
Why keep torturing me?

“You ruined my life,” she said through clenched teeth.

Alex nodded. “That’s fair.”

Her fury faltered. “That’s it? No denial?”

“I’m not an idiot,” he said evenly. “If I deny it, you’ll try to stab yourself again. If I admit it, you’ll just glare at me.”

Bai Yuhan did exactly that—she glared.

“First,” Alex said slowly, “our father left behind a box of gold. I still have it. I’ll give it to you.”

Her eyes widened. “Liar.”

“Wait here,” Alex said. “I’ll bring it.”

He turned and walked out, blood dripping from his hand.

Inside his body, nanobots were already repairing the torn flesh.

A few steps past the door, he slipped his hand into his storage ring and pulled out a wooden chest.

Inside were nearly four hundred gold ingots.

Alex grabbed the handle and tried to lift it.

It didn’t move.

He tried again, straining. Nothing.

The box weighed at least a hundred kilograms—far too heavy in his current condition.

Grinding his teeth, Alex gave up and returned to the main room empty-handed.

“Where’s the gold?” Bai Yuhan snapped. “You lied.”

“No,” Alex said quickly. “It’s just too heavy. I can’t lift it alone. I can’t bring it here.”

He met her eyes.

“So we have to go to it.”

“Just admit you don’t have it,” she shot back.

“Bai Yuhan,” Alex said, using the name he’d taken from Bai Xiaochun’s memories. “If there’s no gold outside, you can go kill yourself. I won’t stop you. But what if there is?”

“If there really is gold,” she said without hesitation, “I’ll be your slave.”

“Good,” Alex replied flatly. “Follow me.”

He didn’t care about promises or oaths. He just needed her to stop trying to die—and stop wasting his time.

Alex walked out first. Bai Yuhan followed. The old woman trailed behind.

“This is the box,” Alex said, pointing at the chest.

Bai Yuhan stepped forward slowly, convinced this was another cruel joke.

Then she lifted the lid.

Her breath hitched.

Gold ingots filled the chest—solid, stacked, undeniable.

The old woman gasped, her eyes turning red. “Thank Heaven. My wages… I can finally be paid.”

She looked at Alex as if seeing him for the first time. “I thought I’d never see my salary in this lifetime. But Heaven has eyes. That disaster, Bai Xiaochun… he’s finally changed.”

Bai Yuhan tore her gaze from the gold and fixed it on Alex. “Where did you get this?”

Alex didn’t want to answer. “Family treasure,” he said shortly. “Father only told me.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I remember you spending the entire family fortune at pleasure houses.”

“I had to pretend I wasted it,” Alex said quickly. “I kept this hidden.”

“Why?”

“Our uncle, Bai Xi,” Alex forced out. “He wanted me dead. All of us dead. I had to act like a useless bastard so he’d lower his guard.”

Her expression didn’t soften. “Then why hand the City Lord position to Zhuge Liang?”

Alex exhaled sharply. “Come on, sister. If I became City Lord, Uncle would send assassins nonstop. The citizens would hate us too. But with Zhuge Liang as Acting City Lord, he has to protect me. If I fall, he falls.”

“So you want them to destroy each other while you survive,” Bai Yuhan said slowly.

“Exactly,” Alex replied. “Let them fight. Zhuge Liang will use everything to suppress Bai Xi. Bai Xi will strike back just as hard. They’ll bleed each other dry. We stand aside, recover, and wait until one of them collapses.”

“Brilliant move, Young Master,” the old woman said, clapping lightly, eyes gleaming with mockery. “Who knew the most useless rascal in Qingshui City could suddenly grow a brain?”

“I’ve always been smart,” Alex protested.

“No,” Bai Yuhan cut in. “You’re the biggest jerk I’ve ever known. I even heard that when you visit pleasure houses, only the lowest-ranked women will take you.”

“Why?” Alex blurted, genuinely confused. “Isn’t that place about money?”

“They say even the higher-ranked ones refuse you,” she said flatly. “They have standards.”

“What?” Alex was stunned. Even prostitutes had standards? And Bai Xiaochun didn’t meet them? How bad was this body’s reputation?

The old woman smirked. “They also say you’re a one-minute man.”

Alex stared at her. “…Why do you know that?”

She smiled sweetly. “Servants talk.”

“They weren’t talking,” Bai Yuhan added. “They were laughing.”

Alex pressed a hand to his chest. “I was framed.”

“By who?” Bai Yuhan asked coldly. “Time itself?”

“Even the lowest women refuse you,” she continued mercilessly. “They say you’re bad for morale.”

Alex frowned. “That makes no sense. I pay on time.”

“They said no amount of money is worth emotional damage.”

Alex inhaled slowly. “So my reputation is dead.”

The old woman nodded. “Buried. Mourned. Occasionally spit on.”

Alex nearly choked.

It was so bad he might actually need to visit a pleasure house just to fix Bai Xiaochun’s name.

He’d drown them in excess—push pleasure past every limit until bodies gave out and voices cracked from begging—until even desire turned into pain.

And he still wouldn’t stop.

How could a prostitute dare look down on a man?

As a member of the brotherhood of men, he had to defend male dignity. A man could be broken, ruined, destroyed—but never reduced to something sneered at by a prostitute.

For the greater good. For honor.

A necessary sacrifice.

“Big Brother,” Bai Yuhan said, lifting the hundred-kilogram chest with one arm like it weighed nothing, “how could you not carry something this light?”

Alex could only stare.

Then again… maybe not.

The women here were built like tanks. At this rate, he might not survive a single night at a pleasure house.

“Big Brother,” Bai Yuhan continued, “the servants haven’t been paid in months. We need this gold for them. How do we divide it?”

“What’s there to divide?” Alex said casually. “Take it all.”

“Are you serious?” Her face lit up—then darkened. She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t tell me you have more gold hidden.”

“No!” Alex shot back. “How rich do you think our father was? Two boxes. That’s it. One already went to the citizens for our safety. This is the last one. You handle it. I’m going back to my room to cultivate.”

Both Bai Yuhan and the old woman froze.

“Young Master… wants to cultivate?” the old woman asked in disbelief.

Bai Yuhan’s gaze hardened. She suddenly grabbed Alex’s arm, her grip nearly crushing bone.

“Who are you?” she demanded. “You’re not my brother. Tell me—who are you really?”