All Chapters of Saintess’s Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander: Chapter 31
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CHAPTER 22
Jaxon Brand entered the Imperial Hall like a conquering emperor—designer coat draped over his shoulders without bothering to put his arms through the sleeves, expensive cigarette dangling from his lips, every movement calculated to display maximum arrogance. Behind him flooded a small army of intoxicated young men, their designer clothes wrinkled, their eyes glazed with alcohol and entitlement.The Hartford Group employees froze in absolute terror.These weren't street thugs like Silas Cooper's crew. These were the children of Grayson City's elite—politicians' sons, business heirs, old money brats who could destroy careers and lives with a single phone call to daddy. The kind of people who'd never faced consequences for anything in their pampered existences."What the hell happened here?" Jaxon demanded, his voice carrying theatrical outrage. His eyes scanned the destruction—broken furniture, blood stains, the lingering smell of violence. "This is my building. My birthday. And someone
CHAPTER 23 PART 1
Quinn Hartford's world tilted on its axis.Her husband—the man she'd abandoned in a collapsing building, the unemployed "trash" she'd forced into a contractual arrangement, the nobody she'd treated with cold indifference for three years—was apparently feared by the deadliest men in Grayson City.How? The question screamed through her mind. How did I not know? How did I not see?Her Saintess intuition suddenly blazed with belated recognition, as if scales had fallen from her divine senses. There was something about Marcus—something her holy powers couldn't detect because it operated on a completely different plane of existence. Something ancient and primal that predated the sacred bloodlines.Something that had been there all along, hidden beneath three years of deliberate submission.He let me think he was worthless, Quinn realized with dawning horror. For three years, he let us all believe...Dom Martinez turned to Quinn, his posture shifting to respectful formality. "Lady Hartford,
CHAPTER 23 PART 2
The two groups faced each other across blood-stained marble—Dom Martinez's professional killers versus Jaxon Brand's entitled army. Violence hung in the air like a physical presence, seconds away from erupting."Last chance," Dom said to Jaxon. "Walk away. Forget this happened. Live to see tomorrow.""Break his legs," Jaxon commanded, his voice shaking but defiant. "I want Marcus Steel crippled. I want him—"The doors exploded inward for the fourth time that night.But this entrance was different from all the others. No violence. No dramatic kicking. The doors simply opened, as if pushed by an invisible force, swinging wide with theatrical timing.A man walked in.He wore white—an immaculate white suit that seemed to glow in the Imperial Hall's golden light, perfectly tailored, spotless despite the chaos and blood that surrounded him. His hair was dark, styled with casual elegance. His features were aristocratic, handsome in a way that spoke of perfect genetics rather than cosmetic en
CHAPTER 24
Aaron Jackson's presence didn't just change the atmosphere—it dominated it. The air itself seemed heavier, charged with the kind of authority that came from operating entirely outside normal power structures. This wasn't inherited wealth like the Brand family. This wasn't corporate influence like Titan Group's Owen Cooper. This was raw, absolute power that existed because Aaron Jackson made it exist.Dom Martinez bowed deeply, his voice carrying reverence that bordered on worship. "Boss."The single word confirmed what everyone had suspected but hoped wasn't true.The Hartford employees shrank back, several actually retreating toward the walls as if distance might provide safety. Even Jaxon Brand's small army of rich heirs looked suddenly uncertain, their drunken bravado evaporating like morning mist.But Jaxon himself—trapped between pride and terror—forced his confident sneer back onto his face and stepped forward with his hand extended."Mr. Jackson! Finally, we meet properly!" Jax
CHAPTER 25 PART 1
Silence gripped the Imperial Hall like a physical force—heavy, oppressive, suffocating. Every person in the room processed Aaron Jackson's declaration with varying degrees of shock and terror.Jaxon Brand's face cycled through emotions too quickly to track—confusion, disbelief, rage, and underneath it all, the first real tendrils of genuine fear. The "useless son-in-law" everyone mocked was someone Aaron Jackson personally protected. And more shockingly, Aaron Jackson himself had shown deference to Quinn Hartford, the Saintess."This is impossible," Jaxon said, his voice shaking. "Marcus Steel is nobody! Everyone knows it! He's unemployed trash who married above his station! How could he possibly be connected to you?"Aaron's expression remained pleasant, but his eyes held glacial coldness. "Your understanding of 'nobody' needs recalibration, Jaxon Brand.""And a Saintess?" Jaxon continued, desperation bleeding into his voice. "Why would you show respect to a Saintess? You've never bo
CHAPTER 25 PART 2
Jaxon Brand's roar shattered the moment. His face was purple with rage and humiliation, his entire body trembling. Watching Marcus and Aaron ignore his existence, talking casually as if he wasn't even there, pushed him over an edge he couldn't come back from."You think you can just ignore me?" Jaxon's voice cracked. "I'm Jaxon Brand! My father is Damien Brand! The Brand family owns half this city!""Your father," Aaron said without looking at him, "is a reasonable man. You should learn from his example.""Reasonable?" Jaxon laughed—a sound on the edge of hysteria. "You want reasonable? Fine! Here's reasonable!" He pointed at Marcus, his hand shaking. "Marcus Steel crawls on his knees from this room to the hotel entrance. Does that. Right now. In front of everyone. Or I have him crippled where he stands!""You're incapable," Aaron said simply, examining his fingernails with casual disinterest."Incapable?" The word came out strangled. "INCAPABLE?"Jaxon pulled out his phone with shaki
CHAPTER 26
Aaron Jackson's arrival had completely shattered the carefully maintained power dynamics of Grayson City. For three years, he'd operated with deliberate restraint—never crossing the elite families because they posed no real threat, and because drawing too much attention would complicate his primary mission: protecting Marcus Steel quietly.With Titan Group's Owen Cooper maintaining surface order through legitimate business channels, and Aaron controlling everything that happened in the shadows, an unspoken peace had existed. The wealthy families stayed in their lane. Aaron stayed in his. Nobody provoked anyone.Even the Brand family—for all their wealth and political connections—had maintained respectful distance from Aaron Jackson's operations.But Jaxon Brand had always misunderstood that restraint as weakness.Raised in privilege, undefeated in his social sphere, surrounded by sycophants who told him he was untouchable, Jaxon had come to believe the Brand family was the true ruler
CHAPTER 27 PART 1
Jaxon Brand's face twisted with rage as Lucas Cooper's mediation crumbled into irrelevance. His voice rose, carrying across the Imperial Hall with the kind of entitled fury that came from never being denied."Aaron Jackson thinks the world owes him respect!" Jaxon shouted, pointing accusingly. "He operates like he's above everyone—above the law, above the families, above proper hierarchy! Well, not tonight!" His finger swung toward Marcus. "Hand over Marcus Steel. Right now. He disrespected me in front of a Sacred Saintess! That makes it worse! His offense is unforgivable!"The room held its breath, waiting for Aaron's response.But it was Marcus who moved.He stepped forward calmly, his hand finding Quinn's with surprising gentleness. His dragon eyes met hers, and for a moment the chaos around them seemed to fade into background noise."Let's go," Marcus said quietly.Just two words. But they carried absolute certainty."You think you can just walk out?" Jaxon's laugh was shrill. "Bo
CHAPTER 27 PART 2
Because he'd just seen who was sitting calmly in a chair, smoking a cigarette, watching this entire scene unfold with mild amusement.Aaron Jackson.Flynn's blood ran cold. His scarred face went pale. His hands—which had been flexing in anticipation of violence—went perfectly still.Three years ago, Aaron Jackson had killed Flynn's brother for attempting to expand into protected territory. Then, instead of eliminating Flynn as well, Aaron had made him kneel in the middle of downtown Grayson City for six hours while people watched and took pictures.The humiliation had been complete. Total. And the message had been crystal clear: You exist because I allow it.Flynn knew exactly who wielded true power in this city. And it wasn't the Brand family.Aaron stood, stretching leisurely, and walked toward Flynn. His white suit was still immaculate despite the chaos, his expression pleasant in a way that made Flynn want to run screaming."Flynn," Aaron said warmly, as if greeting an old friend.
CHAPTER 28 PART 1
Before the shock of Marcus's slap could fully settle, the Imperial Hall doors burst open once more—but this entrance carried a different energy. Not the chaotic flood of reinforcements, but the disciplined march of professional violence.Uniformed bodyguards poured in—thirty men in identical black suits, moving with military precision. And at their center walked Cash Lawson.The Brand family's most terrifying enforcer.Cash was built like a weapon—six-foot-two of solid muscle, his face carrying scars that told stories of a decade handling the Brand family's darkest business. His reputation preceded him: the Vajra Kick that had shattered spines, the countless enemies who'd simply disappeared after crossing the Brand family, the absolute ruthlessness that made even hardened criminals nervous.Jaxon's face lit up with renewed confidence. "Cash! Finally!"The crowd parted instinctively as Cash Lawson walked through, his eyes scanning the destroyed Imperial Hall with professional assessmen