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THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 111
The night air in the Westport suburbs was unusually still, the kind of silence that made dogs restless and streetlights buzz louder than usual. In the heart of the quiet neighborhood, nestled behind wrought-iron gates and a perfectly manicured hedge, stood a modest but elegant estate.It belonged to The Ghost—the man who once ruled the city’s underground with nothing but a word and a nod. He had walked away from that world at sixty, choosing peace, a glass of scotch, and silence over blood and business. But peace was a luxury the new breed didn’t believe in.That night, headlights cut through the dark. Four matte-black SUVs rolled to a stop outside the gate. Dozens of men in tactical gear fanned out like shadows. Boots hit gravel. Orders were whispered. Tranquility shattered.Inside the estate, The Ghost was enjoying his nightly ritual: a record player humming with old jazz, a single cube of ice melting into bourbon, and his loyal hound, Duke, snoring on the rug.Then came the knock.
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 112
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the courtyard of Seven Oaks Apothecary, bathing the red-gold petals of the Silver Flower in an almost divine glow. Inside the sealed cultivation chamber beneath the main building, Jack Sullivan sat cross-legged, his body gleaming with sweat, the Iron Tree pulsing beside him like a living furnace.For seven grueling days, he had endured agony no normal man could survive. His muscles had torn and reknit themselves. His bones had darkened to a faint metallic hue. His body was no longer just human—it was becoming something far more dangerous.Just a little more, Jack thought, exhaling as a surge of power settled deep in his marrow. The Titan Frame… It’s almost complete. Once this step finishes, I won’t need armor. I’ll be the weapon.Upstairs, the peaceful rhythm of the apothecary shattered as Tommy, one of Frank Rolex’s younger apprentices, came sprinting in with wide eyes and sweat-drenched clothes.“Master Frank! Outside! You need to come
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 113
The smoke from a single gunshot still hung in the air outside Seven Oaks Apothecary, curling like a phantom above the lifeless body of Tommy, Frank Rolex’s youngest apprentice. His eyes were still open, glassy with disbelief, a red stain spreading across his chest.Lucas Carter lowered his pistol with the calm of a man who had just ordered coffee, not committed murder.“That’s what happens when you say ‘no’ to me,” he said coldly, turning to Frank. “You’ve got sixty minutes to hand over Jack Sullivan. Or your precious apothecary becomes a pile of bricks and ash.”Frank, face white with shock and rage, dropped to his knees beside Tommy. “You—murdered—a child,” he whispered.Lucas smirked. “He wasn’t a child. He was an obstacle. Like you. Like Jack.”Colonel Harris, standing behind Lucas with his polished uniform and dead eyes, stepped forward and addressed the gathering crowd of security forces and underground thugs.“By order of the State Compliance Division,” he announced, “Seven Oak
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 114
The air outside Seven Oaks Apothecary was thick with tension, firelight, and the stench of gasoline. Jack stood alone on the cracked stone steps, his muscles coiled, his eyes locked on Lucas Carter. For a moment, it looked like the city itself had paused—waiting to see if the defiant man in black would be crushed under the boot of power, or somehow survive the impossible.Frank Rolex stood behind him, bruised, tired, and hollow-eyed after Tommy’s execution. Around them, the security lines bristled—Sentinel soldiers armed to the teeth, underground enforcers grinning with cruel anticipation.Lucas took one step forward, cocky and smug. “Last chance, Sullivan. Drop to your knees and maybe I’ll make your execution quick.”Jack didn't blink. “You’ve talked more than you’ve fought. You sure you're not just trying to convince yourself?”The soldiers laughed. Lucas’s grin twitched. “You’re not gonna be smiling when I—”BOOM.A shockwave rolled across the street as dozens of black military tra
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 115
The courtyard of Seven Oaks Apothecary was stained with the blood of two men—Lucas Carter, throat slit mid-threat, and Colonel Harold Harris, still breathing but trembling as he knelt before Rose, the woman whose very name now sent shivers down the backs of trained killers.The sun had nearly set, casting the scene in a golden hue that clashed violently with the tension in the air. Sentinel Security’s remaining soldiers had either dropped their weapons or retreated altogether. The underground enforcers? Gone—vanished like cowards who’d realized they’d backed the wrong tyrant.Rose stood tall in her black tactical uniform, the silver badge on her shoulder gleaming. Her expression hadn’t changed since the moment she executed Lucas—cold, unwavering, surgical.Colonel Harris, still on his knees, looked up at her with sweat pouring down his face.“I didn’t know it was you,” he stammered. “I swear—I didn’t know. I thought you were retired… I thought you—”Rose cut him off with a glare that
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 116
The streets of Westport were still in shock. News of Lucas Carter’s death, Colonel Harold Harris’s execution, and the sudden arrival of 5,000 black-ops soldiers under Rose’s command had spread like wildfire. But the most shocking thing of all wasn’t the violence. It wasn’t the military might.It was Jack Sullivan, the man who had emerged from the wreckage not only alive—but untouched.By noon the next day, what remained of Westport’s elite gathered at the City Hall Annex, a modern marble structure that had never hosted anything of true importance—until now.Tarvol Hayley, representing the Brooks family, stood at the front. Beside him, Don Marcus Romano adjusted his cufflinks, his usual arrogance nowhere to be found. Behind them were familiar faces from banks, construction firms, logistics empires—people who normally never agreed on where to have lunch, now aligned by sheer fear and awe.Tarvol looked around the room and muttered, “Feels like we’re waiting to crown a king.”Don nodded,
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 117
The golden morning sun lit up the skyline of Westport, but the city’s mood was still steeped in shock and transformation. The balance of power had shifted so violently, so decisively, that even the most arrogant families now treaded carefully. And at the center of it all stood Jack Sullivan—the man no one dared to cross.Inside the Brooks estate, Lionel Brooks—once a proud and calculating patriarch—was now humble, even careful with his words. Dressed in a charcoal gray suit, he poured Jack a glass of bourbon and extended the invitation.“We’re holding a wedding next week,” Lionel said, voice calm. “My adopted son, Rawon, is marrying a lovely girl from a clean, quiet family. Simple affair. But… we’d be honored if you came.”Jack leaned back in the chair, giving Lionel a mild look. “Didn’t you once call me ‘a back-alley mistake with no pedigree’?”Lionel winced but didn’t deny it. “That was before you threw half the city into submission and gutted Lucas Carter in front of God and everyo
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 118
The last of the sunlight had disappeared behind the trees at Eagle Ridge Estate, casting long shadows across the stone porch. Jack had barely gotten inside and poured himself a glass of water before Charlotte Shaw’s shrill voice cut through the peaceful air like nails on a chalkboard.“Don’t walk away from me, Jack!” she snapped, standing rigid on his porch with arms crossed and fire in her eyes. “You owe me an explanation.”Jack turned slowly, his patience thin. “Owe you?”Charlotte stepped forward, ignoring Jessica’s subtle tug at her sleeve. “You ruined my business deal, hijacked my expansion plan, and humiliated me in front of half the city’s investors. What exactly was your goal? To block me from rising in Westport?”Jack’s eyes darkened.“I don’t give a damn about your rise, Charlotte,” he said, voice sharp and unflinching. “But I’ll always stop a vulture from picking clean a place like Seven Oaks. Especially when they’re trying to buy it with sleaze and blood money.”Charlotte
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CHAPTER 144
The late afternoon sun cast golden streaks across the marble floor of Jack Sullivan’s villa. The air was peaceful, laced with the faint aroma of aged Bordeaux wine, and the still ripple of the pool reflected serenity.David Sun leaned back on a lounger, wine glass in hand. “Jack, I’m telling you, you need to let me design a wine cellar here. This place deserves it.”Jack smirked slightly. “You just want to make sure I drink your overpriced imports.”Before David could respond, a click echoed from inside the house.Then another.Jack’s eyes narrowed slightly. The sound wasn’t from the front gate.“Did you invite someone else?” David asked, sitting upright.“No,” Jack replied, already rising from his chair. His bare feet padded quietly across the polished stone as he approached the sliding glass door.A shadow crossed the interior hallway.Then, without warning, a man casually stepped into the courtyard.He was young—late twenties maybe—with slicked-back hair, a smirk that screamed enti
CHAPTER 143
Inside the Shaw family estate, the atmosphere was quieter than usual.Charlotte Shaw sat stiffly on the antique leather chair, fingers laced tightly in her lap. Across from her, Richard Shaw poured himself a cup of tea, moving with deliberate grace.“You’ll apologize,” he said calmly.Charlotte’s brows furrowed. “I already said I regret what happened.”Richard looked at her over the rim of his cup. “Regret is not apology.”“I just…” she hesitated, then admitted, “I don’t want you to be the one to do it.”He set the cup down with a soft clink. “Then you shouldn’t have needed me to.”The silence between them was heavy, but not cruel.“I will personally represent the Shaw family at the Harvest Festival in Eastridge City,” he continued. “Our presence is expected. Our humility is required.”Charlotte looked away. Her pride bruised, her voice small.“I never thought it would come to this.”Richard leaned back. “That’s because you never thought he was more than a shadow. Now you know better.
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“He’s the eldest son of the Eastern Sullivan family.”She blinked. “The who?”Richard closed the file slowly. “The Sullivan family. East-coast monarchs of power, both legitimate and underground. Their name is whispered in federal halls and boardrooms alike.”Charlotte scoffed. “The Eastern Sullivans? I’ve heard of them, but they don’t compare to the state capital families. They’re not even on the same ladder.”Richard’s jaw tightened. “That’s where you’re wrong. You think we’re playing a local game? Jack Sullivan is walking across a global board.”Charlotte frowned, but her grandfather continued, his tone deepening.“His third uncle, Nathan Sullivan, is the one who built the underground empire in Carson City—an empire that even federal agents avoid confronting directly. Do you know who handles most of the private security logistics in five states? The Sullivan family.”She swallowed, unease creeping in.“And his mother,” Richard added, “is Margaret Williamson.”Charlotte blinked. “Tha
CHAPTER 141
Inside the deepest chamber of the Nine Scorpion Cave, the air pulsed with heat and pressure. A faint green glow radiated from Jack Sullivan’s body as he sat cross-legged, bare-chested, surrounded by the crushed remains of venomous scorpion cores. His breathing was slow, deliberate, and deep.For the last three days, Jack hadn’t moved. Not even once.The Scorpion Essence, distilled from the Emperor Scorpion’s body and the most potent venom sacs, now coursed through his veins. It burned, reshaped, and empowered.His skin glistened with sweat, but under it, something more terrifying was forming.Scorpion strength…His fingers twitched, now strong enough to crack steel with a flick. His back was lined with corded muscle, but it wasn’t brute strength alone—it was a precision power, venomous and fast.If I’d had this power during the Robert fight, Jack thought, I could’ve shattered his defenses in one strike. He wouldn’t have walked away.His chest rose slowly.This changes everything.Outs
CHAPTER 140
On a remote island far from the chaos of cities and scorpion-infested caves, an old man bent low over a patch of rocky soil. With slow, deliberate motions, he pulled up weeds that didn’t belong. His tattered shirt clung to his wiry frame, but a small swallow emblem stitched on the chest shimmered faintly in the sun.Victor Yates—once feared across nations, now a humble farmer. Or so it appeared.A young man approached, hesitating as he stepped over the jagged path of coral and dirt.“Master Yates.”Victor didn’t look up. “You found more wild yam?”The young man’s throat tightened. “No, Master… it’s about James Leonard.”Victor’s hand paused mid-pull.“Well?” he said, not turning.“He’s… dead.”The silence that followed was heavier than the sea breeze.Victor continued weeding without a word. The soil trembled subtly under his fingers—a sign of internal energy shifting beneath the surface.“Who?” he finally asked.“Jack Sullivan.”Victor exhaled slowly. “That name again.”“He also kill
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James Leonard’s eyes narrowed, his body tense like a coiled spring.“You’ve made it this far, Sullivan,” he muttered, “but you won’t leave this mountain alive.”Jack rolled his shoulders, voice calm as ever. “Big words from a man who just fed his own ally to a scorpion.”With a roar, James lunged, his fists blurring with speed. The first punch hit Jack square in the chest—followed by three more in rapid succession.THUD. THUD. THUD.Jack didn’t even flinch.James froze mid-strike. “What…?”Jack looked down at his chest, brushed some dust from his coat. “You done?”James stepped back in disbelief. Those hits could crush concrete… but he didn’t even stagger.Is he human?Jack smirked. “Iron Body Technique. Guess your master didn’t teach you that.”James growled and went in again, this time throwing everything—knees, elbows, fists, spinning kicks. The ground cracked beneath him, and shockwaves rippled out.Still, Jack barely moved.Then came Jack’s turn.He stepped in, faster than lightn
CHAPTER 138
“I’m not here for The Ghost,” James Leonard said coldly. “Frankly, I didn’t like him much. Arrogant, sloppy… too obsessed with making a name.”Jack raised an eyebrow. “Then why come for me?”James cracked his neck. “Because he was still my master’s student. Victor Yates trained him. His death reflects on the Yates lineage.”He took another step closer, killing intent radiating off him like heat.“I’m not here to mourn a brother. I’m here to defend my master’s honor. And that means killing you, Jack Sullivan.”Ron Taylor’s throat bobbed. He really means to fight Jack… this is bad.Behind them, the Emperor Scorpion loomed, its stinger dripping, poised over Uncle Frank, who was barely holding on.“J-James…” Frank rasped, coughing blood. “Help… me…”James turned to him slowly, lips curling into something cruel.“You? Help you?” He chuckled, then raised his leg.Before anyone could react—BAM!James kicked Uncle Frank like trash, launching him straight toward the scorpion’s gaping pincers.
CHAPTER 137
A deep hiss echoed from the cave’s maw, darker and heavier than before.Then it appeared.An Emperor Scorpion.Jet-black, armored like obsidian, the monstrous creature scuttled out from the darkness. Its pincers were thick as tree trunks, and its tail arched high—dripping with venom that shimmered like green fire.Uncle Frank tried to rise.Too late.CRACK!The Emperor’s stinger struck him dead center in the chest."AAAAHHH!" Uncle Frank screamed—his first scream in decades.Charlotte’s face turned ghost-white. “Uncle Frank!”Blood spilled from his mouth as his body convulsed, thrown backward like a ragdoll. The entire battlefield froze—everyone had heard of the Emperor, but few had ever seen it. And no one expected that sound from a man like Frank.“Help… Master… James…” Uncle Frank rasped.That name rang like a thunderclap.From the group of supposed bodyguards, one man stepped forward.He was tall, sharp-eyed, and dressed plainly, blending in with the security team—until now.In a
CHAPTER 136
The air turned heavy.A low, grinding rumble echoed from deep inside Nine Scorpion Cave.BOOM.A sharp vibration ran through the ground. Pebbles trembled. The trees swayed unnaturally.Jack Sullivan turned his head slowly toward the cave entrance.“They’re awake,” he said simply.Nie Mitchell’s face drained of color. “T-That sound… I’ve heard it before.” He staggered back a step. “Oh no… the nest is disturbed. They’re coming!”Before anyone could react, Charlotte Shaw snapped her fingers.“Uncle Frank!” she barked. “Take the vanguard. Clear it before they spread!”Uncle Frank nodded. “Yes, Miss!”He gathered a dozen armored men and dashed forward, spear in hand, moving like a man half his age.Ashley stepped closer to Jack. “What’s inside that cave?”“Poison,” Jack said. “And stupidity.”She blinked. “What?”Jack exhaled. “You’ll see.”From the mouth of the cave came a horrifying sound—a clicking, hissing flood of chaos.And then they appeared.Over 300 venomous scorpions, each rangin
