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THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 12- "CONFESSION"
The hospital room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the monitor. Lisa Johnson stirred, her eyelids fluttering open as she winced in pain. The stark whiteness of the room greeted her, along with the heavy weight on her shoulder. Her vision adjusted, and she saw Jack sitting by her bedside, his posture relaxed but his eyes shadowed with concern."Jack…" Lisa’s voice was weak but steady.Jack leaned forward, his expression softening. "You’re awake. How are you feeling?"Lisa managed a faint smile, though her eyes glistened with guilt. "Like I’ve been run over. But I’m alive. Thanks to you."Jack shook his head, his tone firm. "You’re alive because of your own courage, Lisa. You jumped in front of a bullet for me."Tears welled up in Lisa’s eyes. "I promised your parents, Jack. I swore I’d protect you. And look at me… I couldn’t even do that properly."Jack reached out, gently placing a hand over hers. "You kept your promise more than anyone ever could. You put yourself o
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 13 Unwanted Attention
13Jack pulled up in front of the restaurant, smoothly parking his Porsche in the VIP section. As he shifted the car into park, Emma unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out, stretching.Heather, on the other hand, hesitated. As soon as Jack walked around to her side of the car, she let out a dramatic gasp and grabbed her ankle."Ow! I think I twisted it," she whined, gripping the door handle as if she could barely stand. She looked up at Jack expectantly, her eyes wide with feigned innocence.Jack raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Is that so?"Heather nodded quickly, her hand still on her ankle. "Yeah, I must've stepped wrong when I got out." She bit her lip, waiting for Jack to offer his arm or maybe even carry her inside.Instead, Jack turned toward the entrance and waved down a restaurant waiter."You. Help her inside," he ordered flatly.The waiter, a young man in a neatly pressed uniform, hurried over. "Of course, sir. Would you like me to bring a wheelchair?"Heather’s smile twitch
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 14 Accusations and Arrogance
The atmosphere in the restaurant shifted as Heather's phone buzzed with a message. Jack observed how her entire demeanor transformed in an instant, the flirtatious smile vanishing from her face like a light being switched off.Interesting, Jack thought, taking a measured sip of his water. Her mask slips the moment she thinks she has leverage."Emma, could you get me some extra napkins from the bathroom?" Heather asked sweetly, her voice carrying a deliberate undertone.As soon as Emma disappeared around the corner, Heather's facade crumbled completely. She slammed her phone down on the table, sliding it toward Jack with barely contained hostility."Look at this," she spat, her manicured nail tapping the screen. "Your precious Maserati? It's registered to Highland Holdings LLC. Care to explain that?"Jack maintained his calm, studying her with the same steady gaze he'd used to assess battlefield situations. The expensive chandelier light caught the anger in her eyes, casting sharp shado
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 15 LIES
This nobody dares to sit with Emma? Nie Mitchell's thoughts boiled with indignation. She belongs to me. Everyone knows that."I asked you a question, Emma," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "Who is this... person sitting at your table?"Emma straightened her spine, her eyes flashing with defiance. "This is my stupid brother. What's the matter, Nie? You look like you've swallowed something unpleasant."Brother? Heather's thoughts raced. This isn't going according to plan.Nie Mitchell let out a mocking laugh. "Brother? Please, Emma. I've known you for years. This man is clearly some opportunist trying to worm his way into your life." He turned to Jack, sneering. "What's your angle, 'brother'? Looking for a wealthy family to leech off?"Jack remained silent, taking a calm sip of his water. His stillness seemed to infuriate Nie Mitchell even more."Stay away from him, Emma," Nie Mitchell warned. "Can't you see how suspicious he is? He probably targeted you deliberately. These co
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 16 The Stray Dog’s Place
Inside the Sea King Room, Emma Brooks excitedly pulled Jack Sullivan’s arm, her eyes gleaming with mischief.“Come on, Jack! Just one song won’t kill you,” she pleaded, trying to drag him toward the karaoke mic.Jack leaned back in his chair, an amused smirk playing on his lips. “I’m not really into singing.”Emma pouted but didn’t push further. “Fine, but don’t blame me when you regret missing out on my flawless performance.”The night had settled into an easy rhythm, with laughter, drinks, and casual chatter—until the doors swung open.Two figures entered, and the entire Sea King Room seemed to shrink under their presence.The Bull Mason strode in first, towering over everyone, his massive frame filling the doorway. His scarred face was expressionless, but his mere presence sent a chill down the spine of those who knew his reputation.Following him was Madame Victoria, dressed in a deep red gown that hugged her sharp figure. Her cold eyes swept over the room, calculating and assessin
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER 17 The Price of Arrogance
The night wore on, the energy inside the Sea King Room pulsating with drunken laughter, arrogant boasts, and the occasional flirtatious giggle from Heather Reed.The liquor bottles on the table were now mostly empty, their contents consumed by Nie Mitchell and his entourage as they continued their self-indulgent celebration.Nie leaned back, smirking as he swirled the last remnants of his drink in his glass.“Looks like we’re out. Someone call a waiter.”Heather immediately perked up, eager to please. “I’ll go! I need some air anyway.” She shot Nie a saccharine smile before stepping out of the room, smoothing down her dress as if preparing for a runway walk.The moment she stepped into the dimly lit hallway, the nightclub’s heavy bass thudding through the walls, a thick, sweaty hand clamped around her wrist.Heather yelped, startled, and whipped around to see a middle-aged man, his face flushed with alcohol, leering at her. His gold rings glinted under the club’s neon lights, his silk
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER 18- The Fall of the Fake Alpha
The tense atmosphere inside the Sea King Room was quickly dissolving into uneasy laughter as Nie Mitchell, still full of arrogance, reassured everyone that nothing would happen.But just as Kevin Steel was about to pour himself another drink, the door slammed open with a violent crash.A group of heavily armed men stormed inside, their presence suffocating the room.The air shifted. The stench of power and blood followed them like a silent executioner.Jack Sullivan’s instincts kicked in immediately. Without hesitation, he stepped in front of Emma Brooks, shielding her with his body. His eyes swept over the intruders—these weren’t ordinary thugs.Nie Mitchell, however, was too full of himself to recognize the danger.He shot up from his seat, glaring at the men. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His voice was full of disdain. “Do you know who I am?”The leader of the group, a mountain of a man with a scar running down his cheek, stepped forward. His suit barely contained his h
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER 19 The Weight of a Name
Nie Mitchell’s face was pale, his forehead still slick with blood from the shattered bottle. His mind raced, searching for something—anything—that could pull him out of this mess.His body trembled, but his voice forced confidence.“Big Tom… I think you’re making a mistake.” He wiped the blood from his brow and straightened up, despite his kneeling position. “Do you know who my father is? Mitchell Group owns half the luxury real estate in this city! If you touch me, my family will make sure you regret it.”Big Tom raised an eyebrow. Then he laughed.A deep, belly-shaking, cruel laugh that made Nie’s insides twist with dread.“Mitchell Group?” Big Tom repeated mockingly, turning to his men. “Did you hear that? We got ourselves a big shot!”His goons chuckled, shaking their heads.Big Tom crouched down, now eye-level with Nie. His voice dropped lower, colder.“You think your daddy’s money matters to me?” He scoffed. “I threw a **businessman just like him into the ocean last year. Know wh
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CHAPTER 92
The Grand Imperial Hotel’s tasting event was in full swing, with waiters carrying trays of rare wine and whispers of billion-dollar deals floating through the air. In the inner hall, only the elites moved freely. Jack Sullivan wasn’t bothered. He wasn’t here for their approval.But the name they kept calling him?That was starting to grind.“Oh, look who it is,” sneered a familiar, shrill voice. “The insane’s son-in-law actually showed up.”Jack didn’t flinch. He didn’t need to look to know it was Ashley’s mother, decked out in enough fake jewels to outshine a chandelier. Her voice alone could curdle wine.“I’m honestly impressed,” she continued, sipping her overpriced drink. “I figured you’d be under a bridge somewhere. Or maybe barking for food.”Jack glanced at her calmly. “You sound bitter. Let me guess—another investment failed?”She scoffed. “You’re the failure, Jack. Everyone knows it. Married the village lunatic and still walking around pretending you matter.”Village lunatic,
CHAPTER 91
Jack Sullivan stepped through the gilded glass doors of the Grand Imperial Hotel with measured grace, his composed demeanor masking the calculations behind his eyes. The prestigious tasting event hummed with activity—pharmaceutical luminaries exchanged pleasantries in the outer hall, but Jack knew the inner chamber housed the true treasures.Ancient herbs. Spiritual roots. Medicinal pills valued beyond most fortunes.Jack navigated through the assembly with quiet purpose, acknowledging no one. His thoughts drifted inward as he moved.My previous life ended because I pursued power too hastily, he reflected, his gaze steady and focused. When Kafer struck me down, he destroyed more than my physical form. Now I have this second chance—to build methodically, with wisdom and patience.He subtly flexed his fingers, appreciating how energy circulated through his meridians with newfound clarity and precision.A body honed for combat. A soul tempered for greatness. No more shortcuts—only master
CHAPTER 90
At a secluded private lounge near the Hayley estate, two of the city’s most powerful men sipped aged liquor and wore thin expressions.Head Lord Hayley swirled his drink and muttered, “So, we both bowed, and he didn’t even blink.”Head Lord Garvos chuckled. “He treated us like street performers trying to impress a god.”Hayley exhaled, leaning back. “You think he wants to take Texas City?”Garvos nodded slowly. “He doesn’t want it. But he could take it.”Hayley’s eyes narrowed. “But to become Commander—officially—he needs recognition from all major forces. The finance guilds, the commercial banks, the energy conglomerates… they won't hand power to someone just because he throws a punch.”Garvos smirked. “Then let them wait until he throws a building.”Hayley paused, tapping his glass. “What about Emma?”Garvos looked amused. “You still think your daughter stands a chance?”“She’s stubborn,” Hayley replied. “So is he. That’s a start.”Meanwhile, Jack Sullivan pulled into the driveway o
CHAPTER 89
As the last embers of the Carter estate burned behind him, Jack Sullivan stepped onto the main road, Rose walking silently at his side like a shadow with a blade.But this time, someone was waiting for him.A small entourage stood at the edge of the Carter grounds—Tarvol Hayley, Rawon, Julia, and two older men who radiated authority.Head Lord Hayley, owner of the Hayley family, stood with sharp eyes and a stiff back.Beside him was Head Lord Garvos, the iron-blooded patriarch of the Garvos family, who rarely appeared in public unless something massive had shifted.Jack didn’t pause his step.Tarvol stepped forward first, a rare look of humility crossing his face. “Jack. I know it doesn’t mean much now, but thank you. For not turning that rooftop into my grave.”Jack gave him a bland glance. “Still might. Haven’t decided yet.”Tarvol laughed nervously, then stepped back.Head Lord Garvos spoke next, voice steady. “Mr. Sullivan.”Jack stopped.“I’ve come to apologize for my son’s… unwi
CHAPTER 88
The Carter family manor, once a proud symbol of wealth and influence in Texas City, stood in eerie silence. The wind carried the scent of scorched earth and fear.Jack Sullivan arrived like a quiet storm, stepping out of a matte black SUV. Rose followed close behind, silent, eyes sharp and unblinking.Charles Carter was already at the gates, hobbling on one crutch, his leg still bandaged from the last “lesson” he received. His remaining bodyguards—three tall men in suits—tightened formation as Jack approached.Jack didn’t even look at them. Instead, he lifted his phone and gave a single command.“Start the demolition.”A split second later, **BOOM—**a thunderous explosion rocked the estate.From every corner of the property, heavy machinery rolled in. Bulldozers, cranes, and explosive charges placed in advance lit up the air. Mansions crumbled. Pools exploded. Statues snapped like toys.Emma, watching via drone feed miles away, gasped. “He’s really tearing down the entire estate…”Tar
CHAPTER 87
The rooftop lights flickered above the tense crowd. Wind howled around the building, but the true storm stood in the form of a beast—Big-Headed Draco, the brutal enforcer for the Carter family.He cracked his knuckles, a grin stretching across his scarred face.“Three moves,” he growled. “That’s all I’ll need. Same number I used to kill that whining brat, Yemin.”Jack Sullivan just stood there, hands in his pockets.“Three moves?” Jack echoed. “That’s generous. You planning to take a nap mid-fight?”Draco sneered. “You got jokes, huh? Let’s see if you still smile when I peel your ribs open.”Maxvier leaned to Rawon and whispered, “Wow. Somebody skipped leg day and personality class.”Draco turned, glaring. “Say that again, pretty boy.”Maxvier smirked. “No thanks. I don’t fight gorillas with brain damage.”Even Emma winced. “Can we not poke the giant murder-beast, please?”But Jack stepped forward, his gaze never leaving Draco.“You think you're scary because you broke a few necks and
CHAPTER 86
The rooftop was dead silent. Not even the wind dared to whisper.Jack Sullivan stood still, eyes locked with The Ghost’s cold, dead gaze. Emma clung to his sleeve, heart racing, while Maxvier hovered at the edge like a lazy vulture pretending not to be concerned.But it was Rawon, silently watching from the nearby rooftop, who first noticed something chilling in The Ghost’s posture.And then—The Ghost finally spoke. Calm. Eerie. Confident.“Jack, before I kill you, I want you to understand something…”Jack raised an eyebrow. “Is this where you give me a villain monologue?”“No,” The Ghost replied. “It’s where I explain why you don’t stand a chance.”He took a step forward. His voice sharpened like a blade.“I’ve been training in seclusion for four years… under Master Steel.”The name hit like a gunshot.Emma blinked. “Who?”Julia froze. “Wait. Did he just say… Master Steel?”Even Maxvier, previously unimpressed, coughed on his own popcorn. “Okay… that’s a twist.”And Rawon?His face
CHAPTER 85
Ravol groaned against the rooftop railing, wheezing for air like a broken accordion. His pride had been shattered, and his bones weren’t far behind.Jack Sullivan turned away, calm as ever, cracking his neck like he’d just finished warming up for the real match.Emma, still stunned, muttered, “That was brutal…”Maxvier, munching popcorn from who-knew-where, raised a brow. “Brutal? That was charity. Jack could’ve folded him into a suitcase.”Julia Yates nodded solemnly. “He should be thanking Jack for leaving him alive.”“Too late for that,” came a new voice—low, cold, and dripping with malice.Everyone turned sharply.From the rooftop stairwell emerged a tall, lean figure cloaked in black, moving with ghost-like silence. His eyes gleamed like razors under the moonlight, and the moment he stepped into view, even the wind seemed to hold its breath.The Ghost.Emma’s throat tightened. “Wait… is that—?”Julia’s face went pale. “The Ghost…”Jack’s brows lifted slightly. He hadn’t seen this
CHAPTER 84
The rooftop air was sharp with tension. Jack Sullivan stood alone, facing Warrior Ravol—forty years old, arrogant, and built like a war monument. His long martial shirt fluttered in the wind, and the smug glint in his eye screamed: I’ve never lost, and I won’t start now.Jack didn’t look impressed. If anything, he looked mildly annoyed.Ravol cracked his knuckles. “I gave you a chance to pick where you’d die. You chose the rooftop. Convenient. Easier to toss your body off and call it a tragic fall.”Jack’s voice was calm, bored. “Actually, I just didn’t want your blood ruining my new cinema floors. I own the place now. Try to keep up.”Behind them, Emma Brooks chewed her nails nervously, eyes darting between the two like a referee who didn’t sign up for this game.Suddenly—boots echoed from the rooftop stairs.“Stop!” a woman’s voice rang out.All heads turned.Julia Yates appeared, her figure silhouetted against the city lights. She moved with grace but urgency, her expression one of
