The Almighty Dominance

Alex pressed harder, desperately fighting to save the little boy whose life hung by the thinnest thread.

Sweat streaked his face as he whispered reassurance. "Stay with me, kid. You're stronger than this."

The bodyguard jabbed a gun directly into Alex's temple. "Doc, I warned you-fix our Madame first, or you're done."

Alex didn't flinch. His voice came cold and fierce.

"Pull the trigger, and your precious madame can find herself another doctor. I'm not leaving this child."

Alex tore open the boy's shirt, revealing a horrific wound.

Blood had slowed but still oozed, darkening the asphalt. The child's breaths came

in shallow gasps.

Alex reached into his pocket, pulling out the miracle pills.

With a steady hand, he gently placed one in the boy's mouth.

"Hold on. You're gonna make it."

The boy's mother watched helplessly, tears flooding her cheeks, her voice shaking with prayer.

"Oh God, please spare my son. Please."

Beside her, the father fell to his knees, pleading with the bodyguard.

"Please, he's our only child. Ten years of prayers brought him to us. Let the doctor save him."noveldrama

Bystanders crowded closer, anger igniting their voices. "Leave the doctor alone! Can't you see he's saving the kid?"

"Have you no heart? Let him work!"

The bodyguard's eyes darted nervously around, his grip loosening slightly on the gun.

"Move! All of you!" The shrill voice cut through the chaos as Clarissa Montclair emerged from her luxury car, her head slightly injured, fury blazing in her eyes.

Snatching the gun from her guard, she fired into the air.

The sharp crack silenced everyone immediately. Clarissa, dressed extravagantly, her body gleaming with jewels, stormed forward, pointing accusingly at the trembling father.

"Are you blind or just stupid? Do you realize what your reckless driving has done? This car cost ten million dollars-and it was brand new!"

The father stammered, stunned and shaken, blood splattered on his worn clothes.

"Ma'am, your car swerved into my lane. I-"

Voices erupted from the crowd in agreement.

"It was your car that crossed the line!"

"You're in the wrong!"

"Shut your worthless mouths!" Clarissa shrieked, firing again.

"Who gave any of you permission to speak? If my car enters your lane, you move aside. That's how it works. Are you all too stupid to grasp something so simple?"

Terrified by the gun trembling in her grip, the father's voice faltered. "I'm...I'm sorry."

"Sorry? You think sorry fixes this mess?" Clarissa spat venomously.

"You'll pay me the full ten million plus compensation for my emotional trauma! Or I swear, your whole family will rot in prison!"

The crowd gasped, stunned by her heartless demands.

The man, dazed and desperate, stammered, "But I'm just a worker earning three thousand a month-"

"Not my problem! Sell your pathetic wife, sell your organs, sell everything you have for all I care! You owe me, and you will pay or suffer the consequences!" Clarissa snapped coldly, her face a twisted mask of arrogance and contempt.

The tension exploded like a powder keg until finally, a voice from the crowd shattered the silence.

"Have you no shame? Your car rushed right into this car, and now you're demanding money from the victim? I've got it all on my dashcam! I'll upload it, let everyone see your ugly truth."

Clarissa's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Bobby," she snapped, motioning to her towering bodyguard, "grab that loudmouth and teach him a lesson."

Bobby strode forward, his massive frame eclipsing the man.

He gripped the man's collar and delivered two swift, brutal slaps.

"What the hell!" the man sputtered, shock painted across his face.

William slammed another punch into the man's jaw, silencing any protest.

"Listen carefully, you pathetic worms!" Clarissa shouted, her voice cutting through the stunned crowd.

"I say this loser's car intentionally hit my car, so that's what happened if I drift into his lane, then his useless eyes should've spotted me and gotten out of the way."

"What's the point of having eyes if you don't use them? Your insignificant lives aren't even worth a mention-die or survive, who cares?"

"This is outrageous!" another voice piped up defiantly.

"Exactly! She's the one at fault but has the audacity to blame others? I've never witnessed such arrogance!"

"Enough talking-call the cops!" someone else urged, voices rising in angry agreement.

Clarissa's temper flared. She whipped out her gun and fired a bullet into the sky again.

The deafening blast instantly silenced the angry crowd.

"Do you idiots even know who you're dealing with? I'm Clarissa Montclair of the Chicago Lords. Even your chief police bends the knee when he sees us. Keep running your mouths, and I'll have every one of you locked up!" sŵnovel

The fierce bravado of the crowd wilted instantly.

Nobody wanted to challenge the Montclair family, infamous across Chicago for their ruthless cruelty.

"Mom, ignore these nobodies," Henrietta Montclair stepped gracefully from the car, her flawless porcelain skin glowing under the sunlight, captivating everyone who saw her.

"Your head's bleeding badly. You need to see a doctor right away. You might lose too much blood."

Clarissa's composure cracked instantly. Panic replaced her fury as she touched her forehead, feeling the trickle of blood.

"Oh God, it's bleeding! This is serious!" Her eyes darted anxiously around until she spotted Alex tending desperately to the injured boy.

"You there! You're a doctor, aren't you? Get over here and treat my injury now!"

"I already told you," Alex snapped, not even looking up, hands still pressed tightly against the boy's wound. "You're fine. It's barely a scratch."

"Barely a scratch? Are you blind or just stupid?" Clarissa's voice rose sharply, irritation flooding her face.

"This wound-my precious blood-is pouring out! What if it gets infected? What if

I develop cancer or HIV?"

Alex's voice was icy with contempt. "Maybe you should just spit on it and rub a little dirt in. You'll be healed in no time."

Clarissa recoiled as if slapped.

Her face twisted with rage. "How dare you mock me, you worthless excuse for a human! Do you have any idea who I am? Since marrying into the Montclair family, nobody-nobody-has dared refuse me!"

"I prioritize saving lives," Alex growled, finally meeting her gaze, eyes blazing with

disgust.

"This kid is barely hanging on. Your scratch doesn't even come close."

"How dare you put this filthy nobody on the same level as me?" Clarissa shrieked, eyes venomous.

"I am Clarissa Montclair, wife of the Chicago Lords! My life is precious beyond your comprehension-you can't compare me to this dirt beneath my feet!" With cold malice, Clarissa stormed toward Alex, glaring down at the barely- conscious eight years old boy. Without a flicker of remorse, she raised her gun.

Three shots thundered through the sky.

The boy's small body went limp.

"There," she said coldly, eyes glittering with cruel satisfaction. "Better dead than wasting any more time on a worthless runt."

The boy's mother let out an agonized scream before collapsing to the ground, unconscious.