All Chapters of Dominated By Him: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Sophia's POVMy head was pounding when I opened my eyes.My body ached like I'd been hit by a truck, and my mouth was so dry I could barely swallow."You're awake."Maria was sitting in the chair beside my bed, scrolling through her phone."What happened?" My voice came out scratchy.She set her phone down, arranging her face into something like concern. "You fainted at the facility. Right after Mr. Whitmore shook your hand. The doctor said it was exhaustion. You've been pushing yourself too hard. Working long hours, skipping meals. Your body couldn't take it."I stared at her.Something wasn't right. The way she was looking at me, the slight tension in her shoulders—this was the same woman who had been trying to destroy me for weeks. And now she was sitting at my bedside playing the concerned friend?"Where is everyone else?" I asked."I sent them back to the office. No point in everyone sitting around waiting.""And Vito?""He doesn't know yet." She said it too quickly. "I didn't wa

Sophia's POVThe restaurant Clark had chosen was nicer than I expected.Warm lighting, dark wood furniture, and the soft hum of conversation filled the private dining room. About a dozen colleagues were already seated around a large round table when I arrived, and they all stood up to applaud as I walked in."There she is! The woman of the hour!"I felt my face flush. "Please, sit down. This is embarrassing.""Embarrassing? You just saved the entire project!" Lisa pulled out the chair next to her. "Come on, sit. We ordered champagne."I settled into my seat as a waiter appeared with a bottle and began filling glasses. The golden bubbles caught the light, and everyone raised their drinks."To Isabella Romano," Clark said, standing at the head of the table. "For turning a disaster into a triumph.""To Isabella!" the table echoed.I took a small sip, the bubbles tickling my nose. The champagne was expensive

Vito’s POVI don't know when it started, this constant state of war between us. We were like two celestial bodies caught in a failing orbit, destined to collide or drift into the void. I wanted to sit her down, to actually talk without the shouting, without the accusations. I wanted to tell her that I saw her effort, that I noticed how hard she was trying to fit into a world that was never meant for her. I wanted to admit that my anger was just a mask for the jealousy that gnawed at me whenever David's name was mentioned.But every time I opened my mouth to offer a bridge, my pride turned the words into a blade. Why is it so hard to just be kind to her?My phone buzzed, the vibration jarring in the quiet room. Maria."Vito?" Her voice was a broken whisper, interrupted by a sharp, hitching sob. "I... I'm so sorry to bother you. I fell. I think I did something to my wrist. It hurts so much."I sighed, rubbing my temples. "Maria, can't the house staff—""I don't want them touching me!" s

Sophia’s POVIf last night taught me anything, it’s that relying on a man is like trying to build a skyscraper on a foundation of shifting sand. Vito’s explosive temper and his inexplicable devotion to Maria’s every whim had left me feeling more than just exhausted—I felt enlightened.I couldn't control the Romano family drama, and I certainly couldn't control the volatile man I was married to. But I could control my career. I could control my research. In the cold, sterile world of a laboratory, things followed logic and reason.That’s why, despite the lingering ache in my muscles from the car accident and the heavy weight behind my eyes, I dragged myself out of bed at 5:00 AM. A few bruises and a cracked pride weren't going to stop me.Walking into the office felt different this morning. After securing the first major round of investment, the atmosphere had shifted. The whispered doubts in the hallways had been replaced by respectful nods. I finally had real leverage, and I intended

Clark’s POVThe heavy door clicked shut, the sound echoing in the sterile hallway. I stood there for a moment, watching Maria’s silhouette disappear around the corner. Her gait was confident, the sharp tap of her heels radiating the arrogance of a woman who believed she held every string in her hand.I let a small, practiced smile touch my lips—the one I used to put Isabella at ease, the one that made me look like the reliable, slightly overworked lead researcher everyone thought I was. But as soon as Maria was out of sight, the mask didn't just slip; it dissolved.My phone vibrated in my lab coat pocket, a low, persistent hum against my thigh. I didn't need to look at the screen to know who it was. There was only one person who used this encrypted line.I walked toward the elevators, keeping my pace casual for the benefit of the security cameras. Once inside the car, I pulled out the device. A single text glowed on the screen: “The Alibi. 20 minutes.”The Alibi was a dive bar on the