All Chapters of THE SERVANT HUSBAND IS THE QUADRILLIONAIRE HEIR: Chapter 171
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CHAPTER 137 PART 1
Isaac's laughter filled the warehouse like the sound of breaking glass—sharp, cutting, and utterly devoid of sanity. It bounced off the rusted steel walls and broken windows, amplifying until it seemed to come from everywhere at once.Michael stood between Isaac and Sarah, his body a human shield, his breathing labored. Blood trickled from a cut on the side of his face where debris had struck him during their scuffle. Every muscle in his body screamed in protest, but he didn't move. Couldn't move. Not while Isaac's gun was pointed directly at his heart."Look at you," Isaac said, his voice dripping with contempt. "The great Michael Thompson, bleeding and broken, playing hero for a woman who doubted you just yesterday." He took a step closer, the gun never wavering. "Do you really think you can save her? You can't even save yourself.""Put the gun down, Isaac." Michael's voice was steady despite the pain. "This doesn't have to end in blood.""Oh, but it does!" Isaac's eyes gleamed with
CHAPTER 137 PART 2
Everything happened at once.Isaac spun toward the new threat and fired. The shot went wide, but the second one didn't—it caught Michael in the shoulder, spinning him sideways. Sarah screamed, the sound raw and primal.Santiago's men opened fire immediately. Bullets tore through the air, pinging off metal and concrete. Isaac's guards—who'd been positioned throughout the warehouse—returned fire from their hiding spots. The building erupted into chaos.Michael stumbled but didn't fall. The pain in his shoulder was white-hot, blinding, but through it all he saw one thing clearly: Isaac, recovering his aim, the gun swinging back toward Sarah."NO!" Michael lunged forward despite the agony, despite the blood pouring from his fresh wound. He crashed into Isaac with all his remaining strength, and both men went down hard.The impact drove the air from Michael's lungs. Isaac's gun skittered across the concrete floor, metal scraping against stone. They grappled on the ground, Isaac clawing at
CHAPTER 138 PART 1
The red and blue lights painted the warehouse exterior in alternating waves of color, like the building itself was breathing. Police cruisers formed a blockade around the perimeter, their sirens wailing a discordant symphony that cut through the night air.Isaac was dragged out in handcuffs, his shirt soaked with blood from the graze wound on his side. Two officers gripped his arms as he struggled against their hold, his face twisted with rage and something else—a manic grin that suggested he knew something they didn't."You think this is over, Michael?" Isaac's voice carried across the parking lot, raw and venomous. He twisted in the officers' grip, trying to face the warehouse entrance where Michael stood. "You think putting me in cuffs changes anything?""Keep moving," one officer growled, pushing him forward."You have no idea who I work for!" Isaac's laugh was bitter, unhinged. "You have no idea what's coming! This was just the beginning, nephew! Just the—"The officer shoved him
CHAPTER 138 PART 2
Santiago moved to the window, checking it before speaking—an old habit from his security days. "Isaac's being transported to the federal facility downtown. Maximum security. They're charging him with kidnapping, attempted murder, assault with a deadly weapon... the list goes on.""Good." Michael tested his shoulder, wincing at the pull of fresh stitches."There's something else." Santiago's tone shifted, becoming more serious. "Before they took him away, he was ranting. Most of it was nonsense—threats, curses, the usual. But he said something specific that bothered me."Michael's eyes sharpened. "What?""He said, 'The board will rise.'" Santiago frowned. "At first I thought he was just talking about the corporate board, maybe suggesting his allies would continue the fight. But the way he said it..." He shook his head. "It felt bigger than that."Michael went very still. The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees."Michael?" Santiago stepped closer. "You know what he me
Chapter 139 PART 1
The private medical suite was bathed in soft morning light that filtered through gauze curtains. Medical equipment beeped rhythmically in the background, a mechanical heartbeat that measured life in digital numbers.Michael stood at the doorway for a moment, his arm still in a sling from the gunshot wound, taking in the sight of his grandfather propped up against white pillows.The old man's eyes were open—truly open—for the first time in weeks. Though his face was gaunt and pale, there was an unmistakable sharpness in his gaze that no amount of medical trauma could diminish."Are you going to stand there gawking, or are you going to come in?" His grandfather's voice was raspy but carried that familiar edge of authority.Michael smiled and crossed the threshold. "It's good to see you awake.""It's good to be awake." His grandfather gestured weakly to a chair beside the bed. "Sit. You look like hell, by the way. What happened to your arm?""Long story.""I've got time. The doctors tell
CHAPTER 139 PART 2
"Before the board meeting, you need to clean house." The old man's voice was firm despite his weakened state. "Michael, if you walk into that boardroom while Isaac's remnants are still causing chaos, the board will use it as ammunition. They'll claim you can't maintain control, that the company is in danger under your leadership.""He's right," Victoria said reluctantly. "We need to neutralize the threat completely."Michael looked at his grandfather. "You want me to hunt down every single one of Isaac's men in two days?""I want you to show the board that when you eliminate a threat, you eliminate it completely. No loose ends. No second chances." His grandfather's eyes were hard now, all business. "Isaac made the mistake of leaving you alive. Don't make the same mistake with his organization.""Some of them might not even know Isaac's been arrested yet," Santiago pointed out. "They might still think they're working on his orders.""Then enlighten them," Michael's grandfather said col
Chapter 140 PART 1
The front door of the Martinez family home stood before Sarah like the entrance to a battlefield. She took a deep breath, her hand trembling slightly as she reached for the handle.The events of the past few days had changed her—the kidnapping, the warehouse, pulling the trigger.She wasn't the same woman who'd left this house weeks ago seeking her mother's approval.She didn't need approval anymore.The door swung open before she could touch it. Carmen stood there, arms crossed, her face a mask of cold fury that barely concealed something else—fear, perhaps, or regret."So you finally decided to show your face," Carmen said sharply. "After all the scandal, all the embarrassment you've caused this family."Sarah walked past her without responding, moving into the living room where her grandmother sat on the sofa, rosary beads clutched in her weathered hands. Her brother Derek lounged in the armchair, smirking as always."Sarah, darling," her grandmother began in that sweet, poisonous
CHAPTER 140 PART 2
She moved toward the stairs, but Carmen grabbed her arm. "You walk out that door, and you're making a mistake you'll regret for the rest of your life."Sarah gently but firmly removed her mother's hand. "The only mistake I'd regret is staying here and letting you poison my marriage.""Poison?" Carmen's face twisted. "I'm trying to save you from making the same mistakes I did!""What mistakes, Mother? Marrying someone you loved? Or pushing away everyone who didn't fit your perfect vision of life?"Carmen slapped her.The sound echoed through the room like a gunshot. Sarah's head snapped to the side, her cheek burning. Derek stood up, shocked. Her grandmother gasped.For a long moment, nobody moved.Then Sarah slowly turned back to face her mother, touching her reddening cheek. When she spoke, her voice was quiet but filled with steel."I'm getting my things now. Don't follow me."She climbed the stairs to her childhood bedroom, each step feeling like a journey away from the past. Behin
Chapter 141
The warehouse on the east side looked abandoned from the outside—broken windows, graffiti-covered walls, weeds growing through cracks in the pavement. But Michael could hear the muffled roar of a crowd inside, the primal sound of bloodlust and gambling fever.Santiago handed him a black mask. "You sure about this, boss? Going in there is insane.""Isaac's lieutenant won't come to us," Michael replied, pulling the mask over his face. It covered everything except his eyes and mouth. "So we go to him.""Vincent's not like Isaac. He's smarter. More patient." Santiago's voice carried genuine concern. "Isaac was a rabid dog. Vincent's a snake.""Then I'll have to be careful where I step." Michael tested his shoulder—the wound was healing, but it still ached. "How long until the fights start?""Twenty minutes. You're in the third bout." Santiago checked his phone. "Remember, you're just another fighter looking for quick cash. Nobody knows who you are.""That's the idea." Michael started towa
Chapter 142 Part 1
The restaurant was one of those upscale establishments where the lighting was intentionally dim and the prices were intentionally obscene. Victoria had made the reservation under the pretense of a business dinner—a thank you for Michael's support during her recovery.Michael should have suspected something when she'd insisted on a corner booth with candlelight.He sat across from Victoria, who looked stunning in a deep blue dress that complemented her eyes. She'd ditched the crutches for a cane, and her smile was warm as she raised her wine glass."To recovery," she said. "Both physical and corporate."Michael clinked his glass against hers, though something felt off about the whole setup. "You didn't have to go to all this trouble just to say thank you.""It's not trouble." Victoria leaned forward slightly, her voice softening. "Michael, I wanted to talk to you about—""Well, isn't this cozy?"Michael's head snapped toward the familiar voice. Elena stood beside their table, dressed i