The Almighty Dominance

Gilbert coughed, clearing his throat, his voice firm and dignified.

"Mrs. Florence, I don't want people spreading nasty rumors about me. You know

I'm a gentleman-I've got a reputation and dignity to uphold."

"Taking advantage of situations like this just isn't my style."

Florence gave a slow, reassuring nod. "You're right, of course. I trust you completely that's why I know you'll take good care of her."

Gilbert shifted slightly, his eyes darting to Sophia.

"Then perhaps you could take Sophia to the penthouse first? I'll stop by later to check on her-if you think that's appropriate."

"Of course, Mr. Guise," Florence replied warmly.

"You truly are a man of honor." She gently helped Sophia to her feet, and together with the waitress, guided her toward the door.

As they assisted Sophia out, Gilbert's eyes followed every graceful movement of her figure, desire burning like wildfire within him.

A smirk played across his lips, dark anticipation stirring inside him as his arousal grew.

"Let's see how you'll escape tonight," he whispered under his breath, chuckling darkly.

He took a deep swig of his drink before trailing discreetly behind them, careful not to draw unwanted attention.

Inside the penthouse, Florence eased Sophia onto the luxurious bed and slipped off her shoes.

Carefully, she fetched a basin filled with warm water, gently wiping Sophia's flushed face and neck.

With calculated precision, Florence loosened the buttons on Sophia's blouse, exposing just enough smooth skin to stir any man's desire.

Florence stepped back and admired her handiwork, a sly smile spreading across her lips.

"This time, no man could resist you, my dear," she whispered softly.

Reaching into Sophia's handbag, Florence took out the expensive perfume and carefully dabbed it on Sophia's wrists and neck.

She moved gracefully across the room, turning on soft, romantic music, setting the perfect atmosphere.

Satisfied that everything was flawlessly set, Florence grabbed the room key and stepped outside, immediately spotting Gilbert lingering near the hallway.

"Oh, Mr. Guise!" she called out, feigning surprise.

"I suddenly have something urgent to handle. Could you please check on Sophia? She might need something."

Gilbert smiled politely, feigning hesitation. "I'd like to, Mrs. Florence, but you know how inappropriate it would look for a man to—"

"Oh, nonsense!" Florence laughed lightly, slipping the key card into his hand. "She really needs help right now, and I must rush off. Please, do me this favor?"

Gilbert stared at the key card for a moment, then finally nodded. "Well, if you insist."

"Absolutely, I insist," Florence replied firmly, inwardly scheming about the perfect trap she was laying for him.

Securing a wealthy son-in-law like Gilbert was a chance she would never let slip away.

"In that case, I'll do my best," Gilbert responded, his smile returning as they exchanged a few more polite words.

Meanwhile, inside the penthouse, Sophia woke abruptly, her stomach churning violently.

Dizzy and disoriented, she stumbled to the edge of the bed and vomited onto the plush carpet.

The wave of nausea receded slightly, leaving her head spinning and tears filling her eyes.

She fell back onto the bed, sobbing uncontrollably, her body trembling with emotion.

Desperate and vulnerable, she fumbled through her handbag, pulled out her phone, and dialed Alex's number with shaking fingers.

"Alex!" she blurted out, her voice trembling even before he picked up.

"Why are you so cruel to me? Don't you know how deeply I love you?"

"Why is everything so hard for us?"

Alex answered in confusion, hearing only Sophia's anguished cries.

"Sophia, what's going on? Are you okay?"

"Of course I'm not okay! Everything is wrong!" she shouted, her voice cracking under the strain.

"Are you drunk?" Alex asked carefully, sensing her distress.

"No! I'm not drunk-you're the one who's drunk! Drunk on Jasmine Kingston's charm and her money. You never even look at me anymore. You don't care about me!" Sophia sobbed bitterly.

"Why, Alex? Why do you keep hurting me?"

Alex hesitated, speechless. "Did you call just to yell at me?"

"No!" Sophia cried, then immediately contradicted herself.

"Yes! You're such a bastard, Alex. You played with my heart, treated my feelings

like a game. Why can't things just be easy for us?"

Sophia sobbed softly, her voice barely audible, broken with pain.

"It's torture loving you, Alex. My heart just can't let go... you bastard."

Alex strained to hear over the static. "Sophia? I can't hear you! Do you need my help?"

"Yes! Of course I need your help!" Sophia suddenly shouted, her voice cracking with desperation.

"Come and fix all the damn problems in this world!"

Exhausted, she collapsed onto the bed, whispering faintly, "If you really love me, you'll come. Save me, Alex..."

Alex's voice faded into silence as Sophia's phone slipped from her fingers, hitting the floor with a dull thud.

Moments later, Gilbert burst into the penthouse.

He stared down at her motionless body, surprisingly unmoved despite her exposed, delicate figure.

Gilbert preferred women awake, fighting, and resisting.

Their struggles excited the predator within him, fueling his twisted sense of dominance.

Reaching into his pocket, Gilbert took out a small bottle and shook out a single expensive pill-his personal remedy for sobering someone quickly.

He placed it roughly into Sophia's mouth and forced a glass of water down her throat.

"This should be interesting," Gilbert smirked to himself, eagerly starting to unbutton his shirt.

But as he stepped closer, his foot landed right in the puddle of vomit Sophia had left behind.

"Goddammit!" Gilbert exploded, shouting profanities in multiple languages.

His mood shattered, he furiously called room service to come and clean up the

mess.

Only after the cleaners had left, ten minutes later, was Gilbert's mood darkly restored.

Now fully undressed and hungry for conquest, he approached Sophia again. Sophia's eyelids fluttered open weakly. Confusion clouded her eyes as she tried to sit up.

"Gilbert? Where's my mother?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Your mother asked me to take care of you," Gilbert replied coldly, standing beside the bed.

Sophia's eyes widened in shock as she saw Gilbert's open shirt, exposing his tattooed chest.

Her heart pounded frantically. "Mr. Guise? What are you doing here? How did you even get in?"noveldrama

"I already told you your mother wants me here," Gilbert answered calmly, unbuckling his belt.

Sophia's voice rose sharply with panic. "What do you think you're doing, Mr. Guise?"

Gilbert's lips curled into a malicious sneer.

"What do you think usually happens when a man and woman are left alone in a room?" he mocked, his eyes darkening with lust as he removed his pants.

"Don't even think about it, Mr. Guise. I'm not that kind of woman!" Sophia shouted defiantly.

"We're getting married soon anyway, aren't we?" Gilbert laughed cruelly. "I promise you endless luxury-if you satisfy me tonight."

"No!" Sophia screamed, fiercely holding her ground. "You're not touching me until

we're married!"

"I'm tired of waiting!" Gilbert growled impatiently.

"You're going to satisfy me right now!" With savage force, he lunged at her, tearing

at her clothes like a wild beast.

“Get away from me!” Sophia screamed, fighting back desperately.

She kicked, clawed, and bit him, but her fierce struggle only fueled Gilbert's

twisted excitement.

In a moment of desperation, Sophia grabbed the lamp from the bedside

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table, swinging it with all her strength and smashing it directly

into Gilbert's face.

The blow was sharp enough that Gilbert staggered backward, howling in pain.

Sophia scrambled away, terrified but momentarily free.

"You filthydittle bitch!" Gilbert roared,

blood

from his cheek. "Your

little brother will rot in jail, and your mother along with him!"

Sophia froze instantly, her heart sinking.

Trembling, she whispered fearfully, "Mr. Guise, are you alright?”

Gilbert's eyes blazed with rage. "Oh, now you're afraid, you pathetic bitch!"

With a savage snarl, he slapped her hard across the face, sending her sprawling painfully to the floor.

"No woman has ever rejected me-much less struck me. How dare you! Do you want me to kill your entire family?"

“I—I'm sorry, Mr. Guise," Sophia pleaded desperately, shaking her head. “I didn't mean to hurt you-"

"Shut the hell up!" Gilbert barked viciously, towering over her.

"If you care about your family at all, you'll get on your knees, suck my d*ck, and beg for my forgiveness. Now do exactly as I say!"

Sophia's eyes flashed with fury, cutting through the fear. "You're

crossing a line, Mr. Guise!" she net

shouted defiantly, her eyes burning with rage.