All Chapters of The Underestimated Husband's Dominance: Chapter 11
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Chapter 11
Connor stood in the middle of the store, surrounded by people who stared at him like he was a fool walking straight into his own destruction. His calm expression didn’t change one bit. The more composed he looked, the more it seemed to unsettle Mr. Brandon Whitmore.For a brief moment, Brandon hesitated. There was something about Connor’s eyes — that quiet confidence — that made him uneasy. But he quickly shook it off and forced a mocking smirk.Connor broke the silence first. His voice was calm. “Mr. Brandon,” he said quietly, “you’ve said enough already. If I remember correctly, the total cost you’re talking about is three million dollars, right?”Brandon blinked, not expecting that. “What did you just say?”Connor repeated himself calmly. “Three million dollars. That’s the total, isn’t it?”Before Brandon could open his mouth to respond, Connor added, “Alright then. No problem. Send me your account number.”For a few seconds, the entire store was dead silent.Then came a loud, echo
Chapter 12
The sound of laughter still filled the store when the saleswoman looked down at the machine again and shook her head in irritation. She turned toward Connor with a frown.“Sir,” she said sharply, her voice carrying enough volume for everyone nearby to hear, “when a card declines like that, it usually means there’s no money in the account. Insufficient funds, you understand?”The crowd chuckled softly. Brandon folded his arms, smirking.The woman went on, clearly annoyed now. “And just so you know, every time this happens, the store gets charged for a failed transaction. You’ve already cost us a small fee. Why didn’t you just admit you didn’t have the money instead of pretending?”Her tone carried a sting — that same tone people use when they think they’re scolding someone beneath them.A few people in the crowd started whispering again.“So he really doesn’t have money?” one woman said quietly. “I told you,” another replied, rolling her eyes. “Look at him. He doesn’t even look like
Chapter 13
For a long, heavy moment, nobody in the store breathed.The sound of that credit alert still echoed inside everyone’s mind. It was as if time itself had frozen the second Mr. Brandon saw the message on his screen. His eyes remained wide, his lips slightly parted, and his whole body looked like it had forgotten how to move.Connor didn’t speak.He simply stood there, watching.That silence made everything ten times more intense. The entire crowd, which had earlier been laughing and mocking him, was now frozen in shock. Nobody dared whisper. Nobody dared move. They just stared — at Connor, then at Brandon, then at the phone showing the $3,000,000 alert.Brandon finally found his voice, but it didn’t come out strong. It came out broken. “H–How… what… what is this?” he stuttered, staring at the screen as if it was lying to him. “No… no, this can’t be real. How—how did you…? What just happened?!”But Connor didn’t answer.He didn’t owe him an explanation.Instead, Connor looked down and
Chapter 14
Connor kept walking… one step after another… until he reached the edge of the pavement and raised his hand slightly. A cab that was passing slowed down almost immediately. The driver leaned toward the open window and said, “You need a ride, sir?”Connor simply nodded and opened the back door. He got in, closed the door gently, and leaned back in the seat.“Where to?” the driver asked.“Winchester mansion,” Connor replied softly.The driver’s eyes flicked up to the rear-view mirror, taking a second look as if he didn’t expect someone dressed so simply to mention a place like that. But he shrugged and started the engine.The drive was quiet. The city lights passed by slowly, fading in and out as the cab moved through traffic. Connor stared outside the window but wasn’t really looking at anything. His mind was scattered — not confused, just heavy. He thought about the girl from the store, about Brandon’s shock… but most of all, he thought about Lena.Lena Montgomery.His wife.After a w
Chapter 15
Morning crept into the room slowly, slipping in through the glass windows. But Connor didn’t wake up gently to that soft glow. He jerked awake as if someone had shaken him by the shoulders. His eyelashes fluttered, and for a moment he stared blankly at the ceiling, unsure of where he was — unsure if the events of the previous day had been a dream or a hallucination brought on by exhaustion.But reality settled quickly. He was in the Winchester mansion. This is his true identity and his father’s legacy. All of it.He dragged a palm down his face and exhaled slowly. His throat felt tight and dry. He pushed himself up to sit and rubbed his eyes, still adjusting to the morning or what he thought was the morning. His gaze drifted lazily to the gigantic golden wall clock hanging just above the polished side cabinet.He stared at it, blinked and stared at it again, harder. He leaned forward as though the clock had played a trick on him.“...Twelve?” he whispered. His eyebrows drew together.
Chapter 16
Connor walked quickly down the quiet road, putting more and more distance between himself and the Winchester estate before he even attempted to raise his phone. He knew better than to order a cab right in front of the estate. Harris’s warning still echoed in his mind — people are watching, threats still exist, danger follows the Winchester name.But Connor also knew that Lena would not wait. She would throw everything out without the slightest hesitation. He had lived with her long enough to know she would enjoy it.So he kept walking He kept walking until the tall iron gates of the estate were nowhere in sight, until he could no longer see even the faintest shadow of the Winchester walls. Only then did he stop, his breath slightly uneven from the hurried pace. He pulled out his phone and tapped the app.“No cars near you,” the screen flashed bluntly.Connor blinked then refreshed but still nothing.He stared at the phone and let out a long, frustrated breath. “Of course. Of course
Chapter 17
Connor stood there, unmoving, staring at Lena with an expression that didn’t look like anger anymore — it looked like something deeper and more dangerous than the outrage she expected from him. His jaw clenched tightly as the shattered pieces of the picture frame glittered on the stairs behind her.Lena, feeling victorious, lifted her chin slightly and crossed her arms. She mistook his stillness for weakness — just like she always had.She scoffed loudly. “Oh, so now you suddenly can’t talk?” she spat, her voice loud enough for everyone to hear. “You came late, you didn’t follow instructions, and now you want to stand there and act like the victim? You should consider yourself lucky that I even allowed you inside this mansion. If it were up to me, your things would already be outside where they belong.”Her words hit him, but Connor didn’t move. He simply stared at her, his chest rising and falling slowly, as if he were forcing himself to breathe evenly.Lena continued, her voice grow
Chapter 18
The room remained frozen in the aftermath of what had just happened. Connor stood completely still, his expression calm, as Lena continued staring at him like she had witnessed the most impossible, unthinkable thing that could ever happen under her parents’ roof.She blinked—once, twice—trying to force her mind to accept that Connor had actually stopped her. Connor. The same Connor who used to avoid her eyes when she lifted her hand. The same Connor who used to bow his head even before her palm reached him. The same Connor who endured her insults, her cruelty, and her humiliation without ever raising his voice.But today, he had caught her hand. Today, he had told her not to dare.The shock still lingered on her face, but she quickly masked it with pride, as if she refused to let the moment affect her. She drew in a breath, straightened her posture, lifted her chin arrogantly, and then turned her back to him.Without saying anything, she walked toward the couch where Benjamin Carver s
Chapter 19
Connor noticed something shifting along the right side of the room. He saw Montgomery thugs—five of them—beginning to step forward.They weren’t dressed like ordinary security men. They had the heavy, muscular build of men who had spent their adult lives intimidating people for a fee. Their cold expressions showed they were not new to violence. Their eyes locked on Connor with the same disdain their employers held toward him—because to them, he was just another poor man who had married above his class.But it was the objects in their hands that drew the most attention. They all held Baseball bats. Thick, wooden bats.The sound they made as the men tapped them slowly against their palms echoed through the room.One thug, the tallest among them with a scar running across his left eyebrow, stepped forward. He twirled his bat once and pointed it in Connor’s direction.“Boss says sign the documents,” the thug said, his voice low but filled with menace. “Sign it… or we’ll break every bone i
Chapter 20
Connor remained exactly where he was, planted firmly in the center of the grand Montgomery living room, and he did not shift his weight or brace himself in any way when the thugs began to approach. They began advancing toward him with slow, confident strides.Their boots tapped heavily against the floor, and the sound echoed around the wide room.Each step they took seemed deliberately heavy, as if they wanted to intimidate him before they even reached him.Benjamin smirked and placed his hand over Lena’s. He looked toward Connor and said in a mocking tone, “Connor, maybe you should just listen for once. It’s not like you can fight them. This family has power you can’t even begin to imagine, and you know it.”Connor slowly looked around at the thugs forming a loose semicircle around him. He studied how they held their bats, how their feet shifted, how their shoulders were already leaning forward in preparation for the attack. After a brief moment, he spoke in a steady, calm voice that