King of War's Dominance

Chapter 1

"Let’s have an open marriage, Husband!"

"Without a divorce, I can fuck other men, and you can be free too," continued his wife.

Those words fell like a hammer just as Thom Haye stepped through the doorway of his home.

His military uniform was still dusty from the long trip, the smell of metal and battlefield sweat still clinging to him.

Yet his wife did not even look at him as if he were her husband or someone she once missed.

Thom stopped. His breath felt stuck in his throat.

“What did you say, My wife?” he asked softly, his voice heavy and shocked.

Rachel stood proudly in the luxurious living room, wearing a soft satin dress and makeup that was far too perfect for a woman who should be welcoming her husband home after three years of dangerous military missions.

She crossed her arms, her eyes cold and emotionless.

“I said…” Rachel repeated in a lazy tone. “Let us have an open marriage.”

Thom closed his eyes for a moment.

Three years on the front line with gunfire, explosions, blood… none of that had ever made him this speechless.

“Why?” Thom asked.

Rachel let out a long breath, as if she finally released all the complaints she had held for years.

“I am tired of being the wife of a soldier who loves his country more than his wife,” she said without hesitation. “You have nothing I can be proud of.”

“No power. No wealth. You are nothing like the husbands of my socialite friends. They all have positions, companies, connections… while you only return with medals and scars.”

Thom lifted his head, his jaw tightening.

“Rachel,” he said in a low, cold voice that trembled with emotions ready to explode. “What you are doing is not only stupid. It is cruel.”

Rachel snapped back instantly.

“Then what should I do?!” she shouted, her voice filling the luxurious room. “We cannot get a divorce, right?! So an open marriage is the best choice!”

Thom fell silent. He knew she was right. There was a contract they had agreed on three years ago, before he left for his mission.

Their marriage was only three years old. They had a daughter, Shenina, who was only two. And the contract clearly stated that there could be no divorce before their child turned five.

Whoever asked for a divorce and broke the contract had to pay a penalty of three billion dollars, and all assets would fall to the party who was divorced.

“I can have relationships with other men, and you can do the same with other women, but we will not divorce,” she said.

“That’s open marriage,” she continued.

Rachel grabbed her hair in frustration. “I regret making that contract! If I divorce you now, you will get all of our family wealth. All of it! Because I would be the one breaking the contract!”

Thom stared at her without blinking. “If that happens, would it not be fair?” he said quietly but sharply. “I worked myself to the bone in the military. For three years I sent all my salary and mission bonuses to you. I thought it would be used for our future.”

Rachel gave a short laugh, bitter, mocking, and full of scorn.

“Yes, you did transfer the money. But that does not mean the assets belong to you, Thom.”

“All the assets like this house, those stocks, the small businesses you thought we built under my name.”

Thom frowned. “Why? I told you to make them assets for Shenina. It was for our daughter.”

Rachel raised an eyebrow and rolled her eyes as if Thom had said the stupidest thing in the world.

“Shenina is too young to own any assets, so I took over everything.” She placed her hand on her chest, smiling thinly and sharply.

Thom no longer knew what to say. He was furious and disappointed.

But before the disappointment faded, soft footsteps came from the hallway.

Madam Yosie, his mother-in-law, appeared while carrying a small girl with soft light brown hair, Shenina.

The child he imagined every night in his short sleep inside military tents, the child whose photo he kept in the left pocket of his uniform while bullets flew around him.

Thom immediately stepped forward.

“My pretty daughter…” he whispered, his voice slightly hoarse. “This is Daddy.”

He smiled. A gentle smile, full of the remaining affection even though his world was collapsing.

But before he could touch Shenina, a cold voice cut in.

“Do not get too close.” Madam Yosie looked at him with open disdain. “This child does not even know you. Because you never took responsibility as a father.”

The words hit Thom harder than any punch he had ever taken in military training.

Irresponsible?

For three years, every wound, every dark mission, every night he risked his life just to support this family. To give his wife and daughter a safe life.

But in this house, his efforts meant nothing.

“Mother in law…” Thom forced his voice to stay steady. “Please let me hold my daughter. I miss her.”

Madam Yosie snorted, then spoke in a deeply belittling tone. “Go ahead. If your child wants it.”

Thom moved closer slowly, reaching out his hand. “Shenina… this is Daddy, sweetheart. Daddy is home.”

But before he could touch her cheek, Shenina shook her head slightly, her face stiffening, then she said a single name.

“Daddy Frank.”

Thom froze. The name fell like shattered glass.

Rachel gave a small laugh and covered her mouth in fake politeness.

Madam Yosie lifted her chin, as if proving that Thom meant nothing in this house.

Frank. That man was his half-brother. The legitimate son of the Lanster family and the official heir.

While Thom was the son of the second wife of the late Mr. Lanster. A child given a name but never love. For that family, Thom was only an illegitimate son!

The Lanster family's relationship with Rachel's family should not be good because they hated Thom. But now, Thom's own daughter knew Frank more than him?

Thom looked at Rachel for an explanation, but Rachel answered after her mother walked away with Shenina.

“Yes, Frank and I have a special relationship. His cock has visited my pussy many times.”