The Ultimate Dominance

Chapter 8

The room was still thick with disbelief. A billion-dollar necklace, handed to Sia by someone they had all dismissed as weak, ordinary, and irrelevant. Whispers had died into shocked silence, but the tension crackled like live wires.

Kane leaned against the edge of the room dark eyes scanning the faces before him. Arrogance curled at his lips. “Of course, there’s no way I could have obtained this legitimately,” he said, voice low, almost a challenge. “It must have been stolen.”

Immediately, the room erupted with agreement. “Exactly!”

"Even if had sold all his internal organs, he still would not be able to afford such!" someone shouted.

“Even after being separated from the family, he still wants to drag our name through the mud!” Lady Jin hissed angrily.

“The fool. Now I think we should have ended his life after divorcing him, he would always remain a stain to this family!” another hissed.

A broad smile slit through Kane's lips subtly. I

Sia’s hands clenched around the armrest of her chair, her face twisting with controlled fury.

"This's my business and I'm going to sort it out!" She drew her phone quickly from her pocket, shifted to the edge of the room and quickly placed a call.

“Cain!” she barked, voice sharp, every word heavy with accusation. “Explain yourself! What did you do? I mean you're always trying to impress me but stealing such a expensive necklace!" Her voice increased with each words that she spoke.

Cain’s lips curved faintly, a smirk threading through the calm in his eyes.

He could not put up with her nags and her careless accusations.

“Think whatever you want,” he said softly. His tone was cool, detached, unyielding.

Before she could respond, before another accusation could escape her lips, the line went dead. Cain had ended the call abruptly. Something he would never have done when they were married.

Sia’s shock froze her mid-breath. Fury replaced confusion. Her fingers curled into tight fists. She muttered, almost to herself, “He… he actually… ended the call.” Her gaze shifted to the necklace.

“Fine. I married him once, I have to clean his mess. I will find the rightful owners… apologize, and set this right.”

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Cain strode into the entrance of the 200 Conference, the grand hall stretching before him like a cathedral of wealth. Crystal chandeliers hung from vaulted ceilings, scattering refracted light across polished marble floors. Statues of bronze and gold lined the corridors, each depicting some titan of industry or legend of power. Guests in tailored suits, gowns that shimmered like liquid diamonds, silk, turned to observe the odd figure.

Cain’s worn jacket, frayed shoes, and simple shirt drew every stare. The scent of fear for such poor looks thinking it was infectious and disdain followed him. A ripple ran through the crowd, whispers punctuating the air like bullets.

“Who’s that?” a woman hissed, eyes narrowing.

“A beggar, surely,” muttered a man, adjusting his cufflinks. “How did he even get here?”

“He must have missed his way,” another snickered, laughter dancing on the edge of mockery.

Cain’s stride remained steady. Calm. Measured. He approached the guards with deliberate precision, dark eyes meeting theirs without hesitation.

But before he could take another steps, the guards stopped him, pointing at a sign ahead that read.

"Dogs and beggars, not allowed!"

"I like dogs but I'm neither of both! I'm here for the conference!" He explained calmly.

At first there was a pause.

And then laughter erupted through the hall like a flash of lightning bolt followed by hateful comments.

The guards laughed. A low, mocking chuckle. “You? Entry? In that?” One gestured at his clothes. “You hit your head on a rock, maybe? Just escaped the asylum?”

The surrounding crowd erupted into laughter. Fingers pointed. Whispers became shouts. “Look at him! A street rat thinks he belongs here!”

Cain said nothing. His posture betrayed no shame, no fear, only confidence.

The head guard leaned forward, expression sharp, lips curling with superiority. “Even in the afterlife, you could not gain access to this place, sir.”

The guard drew forward with a cold look.

"I would advice you to return to the slums were you came from or.."

Before the guards could continue, the air shifted.

Sia stepped out of a sleek limousine, Kane Xavier at her side. Her mother, a woman whose elegance and authority could fill a ballroom alone, followed closely. Pride radiated off her in waves, her head held high as if she commanded the very air. Guests stepped aside. Murmurs turned into reverence.

The crowd bowed subtly, drew to awe to the power she radiated. But her face instantly twisted with irritation immmediately her eyes laid on Cain.

Lady Jon instantly froze. Mouth twitching. Eyes narrowing. Face twisting with disdain that her stomach knotted “What… what are you doing here?” she demanded, voice sharp as shattered glass.

The guests hushed. Kane Xavier’s gaze swept the crowd, cool and measured, before settling on Cain.

“Are you stalking my daughter?” she snapped. Her eyes burned into him. “Or have you come to beg as always."

Cain didn’t flinch. His dark gaze met hers evenly, a calm that unsettled even the proud matriarch. “Neither,” he said simply, tone flat, authoritative. “I’m for the same reason like everyone else, to join the party!" Cain responded once again, firmly.