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THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 78
Jack Sullivan had just about enough nonsense for one night.He was halfway through the theater doors when Emma suddenly yanked him back, her small hands clutching his sleeve like a lifeline.“Oh, you two aren’t going anywhere.”That voice.That damn annoying voice.Jack exhaled sharply, already regretting turning around.Sure enough, Sanaya Garvos stood there, her smirk so smug it could punch a hole through the atmosphere.The half-drunk heiress tilted her wine glass, watching the golden liquid swirl lazily before taking another sip.She then raised a perfectly manicured hand and snapped her fingers.A man in a flashy white suit appeared beside her, grinning like an idiot.Jack had never seen a man so eager to be a human footstool before.Sanaya gestured at him dramatically.“This is Elos, the owner of this cinema. And also… my man for the day.”Elos nodded quickly, licking his lips like a pathetic puppy.“That’s right! Miss Sanaya has my full loyalty tonight!”Jack glanced at him. Th
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Sanaya Garvos was a menace.She wasn’t just petty—she was childishly, ridiculously, outrageously petty.All because she didn’t want Emma Brooks to watch a movie.And the worst part? She was enjoying every second of it.She leaned lazily against a velvet chair in the cinema lobby, her wine glass swaying in her hand, eyes glinting with pure amusement.“Oh, Emma, darling, you really should just accept your loss.” She sighed dramatically. “The cinemas belong to me for the next three days. That means you’ll have to find another hobby. Knitting, maybe?”Emma, shaking with frustration, clenched her fists.Her pride refused to let her back down.“Fine! If you can rent them, so can I!” she snapped, turning to Elos. “I’ll offer ten million to book every cinema in the city!”The entire room fell silent.Even Elos, the greedy little rat of a cinema owner, choked on air.This was no longer a childish fight—this was a full-on battle of money.Sanaya, still grinning, flicked her hair.“Ten million?
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The atmosphere in the cinema lobby had completely shifted.Just moments ago, Sanaya Garvos had been smugly boasting about her power, blocking Emma Brooks from watching a simple movie.Now?She stood frozen in disbelief, watching as Charlotte Richard—one of the most powerful women in the city—completely ignored her and sided with Jack Sullivan.It was the first time in her life that Sanaya felt like she had been slapped in public.And it was only about to get worse.Charlotte barely spared Sanaya or Elos a glance as she turned toward Jack, her tone strict but not unkind.“Jack, I’d handle this myself, but I have a business meeting. I’ll leave my secretary to deal with it.”Jack shrugged, completely indifferent.“Go ahead. I don’t need help dealing with small-time idiots, but I’ll humor you.”Charlotte smirked slightly before nodding toward a sharp-dressed woman who had just entered the room.Jessica Lane.Charlotte’s personal secretary.The moment Jessica stepped forward, the air grew
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“Oh, and one last thing—Elos, you’re fired. Pack up and get out.”Elos looked like he was about to cry.The cinema lobby, once filled with chaos and arrogance, had finally calmed down.Elos had been kicked out like garbage. Sanaya had stormed off in humiliation. And Jack Sullivan?He was finally the proud new owner of the damn cinema.Jessica Lane, Charlotte Richard’s secretary, adjusted her glasses and turned toward Jack with her usual calm, professional tone.“Miss Richard will be driving home tonight.”The words were simple, but the weight behind them was anything but.Jack noticed how several heads turned, their ears practically twitching with curiosity.Emma, standing beside him, froze mid-celebration, blinking in confusion.Sanaya, who was supposedly gone, had actually lingered just outside the doors, eavesdropping.Jack narrowed his eyes slightly.Driving home?That phrasing was way too deliberate.And sure enough, it had the effect Jessica clearly wanted.Murmurs broke out.“W
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 82
The theater was supposed to be quiet.Jack Sullivan had finally settled into his seat, Emma Brooks beside him, munching on popcorn like a happy child.After all the drama—Elos getting kicked out, Sanaya throwing her tantrum, Charlotte making a grand exit—Jack had finally thought he could enjoy a peaceful movie.But peace?It never lasted long in his life.Just as the film reached its first intense scene, a strange noise echoed through the theater.A low, rhythmic tapping.Jack’s ears twitched.Tap. Tap. Tap.It wasn’t part of the movie.Emma, completely oblivious, shoved another handful of popcorn in her mouth.Then—BANG. BANG. BANG.The sound grew louder, as if something was being pounded against the walls of the screening hall.Jack sighed, already knowing what was coming.“Stay here.”Emma, mid-chew, turned to him, confused.“Huh? What’s wrong?”Jack stood up, his expression bored but sharp.“Trouble.”Emma groaned, already annoyed.“Oh, come on! Can’t these idiots wait until the
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 83
The tension in the theater had turned suffocating, but Jack Sullivan was as calm as ever.Warrior Ravol cracked his neck, eyes gleaming with battle lust.“Two options,” he growled, voice sharp and deep. “Die here in front of your little girlfriend… or choose somewhere more public. I’ll make it look like an accident. You pick the view.”Jack raised a brow. “Public? Please. I just don’t want your corpse staining my new floors.”Ravol’s smirk twitched. “Ah, so you want the rooftop. Easier to toss you off.”“Or easier for me to throw you off,” Jack said flatly, already walking away.Ravol laughed like Jack had told the best joke of the year. “Cocky till the end, huh?”Emma rushed after Jack, panic rising in her chest. “Jack, don’t go with him alone!”Jack didn’t even glance back. “He’s not the first guy who’s threatened to kill me. Won’t be the last.”Upstairs, the rooftop stretched wide beneath the moonlight. The wind whipped through Ravol’s long shirt as he rolled his shoulders like he
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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
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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
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“Mr. Sullivan?” she muttered, looking at her husband. “You... you didn’t tell me.”David Smith stood beside her, his face blank as he stared at Jack, the realization dawning on him as well.Jack Sullivan, who had once been just the man to help them with a business deal, was Mr. Sullivan—the figure of power and mystery that everyone feared.Lisa’s voice cracked. “How... how could you not tell me?” She turned to David, her eyes filled with hurt. “You’ve known all along?”David remained silent, his jaw tight. How was he supposed to explain?Meanwhile, Heather Reed, who had earlier mocked Jack for his lack of importance, now found herself on her knees, trembling. She bowed her head to the floor. “Mr. Sullivan, I was wrong. Please forgive me.”Her voice was shaky, and the room fell into an uncomfortable silence as she waited for Jack’s response.Jack, still calm and composed, took a slow sip from his wine glass. He didn’t even glance at Heather. “Stand up, Miss Reed,” he said coolly. “I do
CHAPTER 125
Heather Reed stormed out of the venue, her heels clicking furiously against the marble floor as she dialed Maria with trembling fingers.“Maria!” she hissed into the phone, breath ragged. “You need to come. Now. It’s Derek. He’s been—he’s been beaten, and it’s not just that. You need to see who did it.”“What?! Beaten?!” Maria’s voice cracked through the speaker. “Where are you?”“The reception hall. Hurry!”Maria arrived minutes later, breathless, gown flowing behind her like a trail of chaos. She pushed through the crowd only to see Derek sprawled across the floor, face drenched in red wine, struggling to speak through a busted lip.“Oh my God,” she gasped. “What happened to you?”Derek groaned, spitting out blood. “It was him—Jack Sullivan! That bastard humiliated me! Call my father! Call Uncle Warren! They’ll make him pay!”Heather stood nearby, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her eyes darting between Jack and the growing crowd.Jack Sullivan, calm and composed, leaned back i
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Inside the venue, Jack and Lisa found their assigned seats near the middle row. Lisa looped her arm through Jack’s, and he allowed the gesture, leaning in just enough to make her smile. The crowd around them whispered as they passed—Mr. Sullivan’s presence didn’t go unnoticed.Jack’s sharp gaze swept across the sea of guests. That’s when he spotted Charlotte Shaw, standing near the champagne bar, pretending not to see him. She was deep in fake conversation with two investors, her posture tense, her eyes flickering toward him every few seconds.Lisa caught it too. “She’s avoiding you.”Jack gave a slow nod. “Smartest thing she’s done all week.”Moments later, Heather Reed returned.She had changed into a fitted lavender gown with just a little too much cleavage for a formal event. Her makeup was heavier now, her perfume strong enough to mark her path. But what turned heads wasn’t just her attire—it was the man walking beside her.Derek Lawrence.The best man. Son of the Lawrence family
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The sleek black Bentley purred up the driveway of the Brooks family mansion, its polished exterior reflecting sunlight like a rolling mirror. Inside, tension mingled with luxury leather.Jack Sullivan sat in the backseat, expression unreadable as always, legs crossed, one arm resting casually against the window. Lisa sat beside him, eyes dancing between amusement and disbelief.In the front passenger seat, Heather Reed was holding court again.“I’m telling you,” she said, flipping her freshly styled hair, “this wedding is crawling with power. But none of them compare to Mr. Sullivan. The one from Carson City. Absolute powerhouse. Even the Brooks family respects him. Lionel Brooks said it himself.”Jack arched a brow but said nothing. Lisa covered her mouth to stifle a smirk.“I read in a finance column,” Heather continued, “that he’s taken over half the influence in Westport. Supposedly, he’s behind the fall of Lucas Carter, and Colonel Harris—poof, vanished. Can you believe it?”Lisa
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The drive to Rawon’s wedding had been filled with more chatter than Jack preferred—most of it coming from Heather Reed, who seemed to have appointed herself the queen of casual arrogance. Jack sat in the backseat with Lisa, scrolling through his phone, only half-listening as Heather droned on about how she “never wears off-the-rack” and “could never date a man who doesn’t drive European.”Jack’s phone buzzed.Lisa had texted him.Lisa: If she says “luxury” one more time, I’m going to roll out of this car and take my chances on the highway.Jack smirked, thumbs tapping.Jack: She’s a textbook case. Hates poverty, worships wealth. Poor Mitchell doesn’t stand a chance.Lisa turned slightly, covering her laugh with a fake cough.In the front seat, Nie Mitchell, still glowing with pride over his A6, tried to steer the conversation away from Heather’s usual materialistic comments.“Heather,” Mitchell said, glancing sideways, “you know, Jack here is actually a model among men. Quiet type, bu
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Jack Sullivan pulled up outside Lisa’s estate in his jet-black SUV. He stepped out, dressed sharp in a tailored suit that spoke of power without the need for logos or flash. He was here for Rawon’s wedding, but truthfully, his mind was already drifting back to his training and the rare materials he needed. Still, a promise was a promise.Lisa stepped out of the front door, a vision in a soft blue dress that hugged her figure just right, her hair pinned with subtle elegance. “You’re on time,” she said, surprised.Jack smirked. “Don’t act so shocked. You said it was important.”She smiled. “It is.”Just then, a silver Audi A6 pulled up behind Jack’s car. The engine purred like its owner wanted the world to know he’d finally made it.Nie Mitchell hopped out, grinning ear to ear. He wore a sleek gray suit and sunglasses a shade too flashy for his personality, but the pride in his stride was unmistakable. “Jack! Lisa!” he greeted them with open arms.From the passenger seat, Heather Reed s
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The training courtyard behind Eagle Ridge Estate was lit by a pale moon and the soft blue flicker of Jack Sullivan’s internal energy pulsing through the air like heat waves off asphalt. Shirtless, his skin bronzed from the refined Ironclad Physique cultivation, Jack moved with absolute precision—every strike deliberate, every motion silent but seismic.His breathing was steady. His fists cracked the air like thunder.Then came the voice.“You’re skipping a wedding for this?” Rose leaned against the wall in full tactical uniform, arms crossed, eyes sharp.Jack didn’t stop training. “The wedding’s not going anywhere. Neither is Rawon.”“He’s getting married once, not every weekend. You could show your face for five minutes and still come back to punch the wind.”Jack finally paused and turned toward her. “I’ll show my face when I finish what matters.”Rose sighed and stepped forward. “Let me guess—cultivating more of your Fighting Spirit?”Jack nodded. “I’m past the physical stage. Now
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The warm evening light filtered through the curtains of a quiet condo on the east side of Westport. Lisa Sullivan sat curled up on the couch, phone in hand, staring at the contact name she’d highlighted for the past ten minutes: Jack Sullivan.Her thumb hovered over the call button.She had told herself a dozen times not to care. That it was just a wedding. That she didn’t need to feel anxious asking her husband to accompany her to something they should—by all normal standards—be attending together anyway.But nothing about their relationship felt normal.With a deep breath, she hit Call.It rang once.Twice.Then, “Yeah?”His voice was steady, low—unbothered, as always.“H-Hey,” Lisa said, voice soft. “Um… so, Maria invited me to Rawon’s wedding. It’s this weekend. You remember, right? Lionel mentioned it.”“Mm. Yeah,” Jack replied.Lisa hesitated. “They, uh… they sent us both invitations. As a couple.”A pause.Then Jack said, “You want me to come?”Her heart stuttered. “Well, yeah.
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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
