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THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 110
The skyline of Westport glittered beneath a full moon, its streets humming with energy. Inside Sentinel Security’s newly overtaken HQ—now repurposed as Lucas Carter’s war room—cold orders were delivered with military precision.Lucas stood in front of a giant tactical screen, arms crossed, jaw tight. The map of the city glowed red in all the places Jack Sullivan held influence.“Start with Tarvol Hayley,” Lucas barked to his top enforcer. “He’s been too close to the Brooks family for too long. I want him shaken. Real fear. Real consequences.”The man saluted. “What about his sister?”Lucas didn’t blink. “Send her a condolence letter—in advance.”The room erupted in muffled laughter. But Lucas didn’t crack a smile.“Make it clear,” he continued, voice razor-sharp, “if the Brooks family sticks their nose where it doesn’t belong, I’ll bury them right next to Jack’s ego.”Across town, Tarvol Hayley sat in the dimly lit lounge of the Stardust Nightclub, nursing a glass of whiskey. The lett
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
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CHAPTER 193
The air in the lounge was quiet now. Too quiet.Nancy Winter sat stiffly on the edge of the velvet couch, her hands curled tightly in her lap. Across from her, Tyler Tian sat with that same crooked smile, holding a porcelain teapot like he was hosting a tea party instead of manipulating someone’s future.“I understand,” Tyler said smoothly. “You’re upset. I might’ve come on too strong. It’s my fault.”Nancy glanced at him warily. “So… we’re done here?”He chuckled, pouring her tea. “No, no. Not at all. I still want to invest. Your talent deserves the spotlight.”Nancy’s brows furrowed. “Even after I slapped your contact and walked out?”Tyler shrugged. “That shows fire. Passion. I respect that. Besides, I’m not the type to let one heated moment ruin something beautiful.”Nancy bit her lip, unsure. Everything about him still felt wrong—like a snake slithering in a silk suit.But her phone buzzed in her pocket. A message from her mother:“Hospital called again. The bills went up. We nee
CHAPTER 192
The corners of his mouth twitched—a glitch in his programming. For a split second, his expression was unreadable, primitive, before smoothing back into practiced charm."Nancy." The voice came from behind her, a familiar baritone laden with forced joviality. "There you are!"Brent Wyatt, her agent of eight years, appeared at her elbow like a conjuring trick. His Tom Ford suit (last season's, bought on discount) strained slightly at the shoulders, and his smile was plastered on with the desperation of a man watching his commission evaporate."Mr. Tian," Brent said, extending a hand that Tyler pointedly ignored. "I see you two are getting acquainted. Excellent, excellent.""Your client seems reluctant to discuss terms," Tyler said, his voice a study in affected boredom.Brent's laugh was too loud, bouncing off the marble like broken glass. "Come on, Nancy," he said, chuckling nervously. "Don't make a scene. Mr. Tian's being generous. Thirty million isn't pocket change. This could launch
CHAPTER 191
Inside the private lounge of Volcano Crest Resort, the atmosphere was rich with lavender incense and fake sincerity. The marble floors gleamed under golden chandeliers, and the faint sound of soft jazz oozed from the walls like a forced smile.At the center of it all sat Nancy Winter, the nation’s sweetheart, dressed in a sleek silk robe and holding a teacup she hadn’t sipped from.Across from her was Tyler Tian, the spoiled son of Eastridge’s city leader.Tyler looked like wealth had dressed him, fed him, and done his thinking for him. Expensive watch, custom shoes, cologne that tried too hard. But behind the practiced grin, something was… off. His eyes were vacant, smile twitching—like a puppet trying to pass as human.The porcelain teacup before her remained untouched, its contents cooling from scalding to tepid. Her lipstick—the same shade as her dress—would leave no mark on it today."Why so tense, Nancy?" Tyler Tian's voice slithered across the space between them. "You look like
CHAPTER 190
The room was still tense with the aftershock of Thomas Tang’s public humiliation.He remained kneeling on the ground like a squashed roach, blood drying on his nose, terrified to breathe too loud in case Jack Sullivan changed his mind and finished the job.Meanwhile, Tina Yale, who had once laughed at Rachel and treated Jack like a peasant, now stood frozen like her brain had blue-screened.“Y-You’re really from that Sullivan family?” she stammered, voice brittle.Jack didn’t look at her. He was helping Rachel into a dry robe, gently draping it over her shoulders.Tina stepped forward, voice switching from arrogant to syrupy-sweet in a heartbeat. “Mr. Sullivan! Oh my gosh, I had no idea you were… that important.”Jack glanced at her, unimpressed.“I mean,” Tina continued with a nervous giggle, “if I had known, I never would’ve... well, you know… spoken out of turn.”Rachel rolled her eyes. “You mean called him a show-off and treated him like a janitor?”Tina turned red. “That was a jo
CHAPTER 189
Rachel Young stood dripping in front of the steaming pool, arms clutched around herself, face burning redder than the volcanic mist surrounding them. She wanted to vanish. Right there. Into the steam, the water, the ground—anywhere but here.“I—it was an accident!” she stammered, looking at Tina, Wendy, and the furious man storming toward them.But no one was listening.Thomas Tang, red-faced and puffed up like a spoiled goose, stood in the doorway with his guards flanking him like bulldogs on a leash. His expensive shirt was unbuttoned halfway like he was auditioning for a mob boss role he had no business playing."You humiliate me in public," Thomas snarled, pointing a shaking finger at Jack. "You touch what’s mine, and you think you’ll walk away? I’ll crush you! You have no idea who I am!”Jack didn’t flinch.Still standing half-submerged in the spring, he calmly handed Rachel a towel. “Dry off. Don’t catch a cold.”Rachel blinked at him, stunned by his cool demeanor.He’s calm? Wi
CHAPTER 188
The audition room stank of desperation—cheap perfume, bad foundation, and the raw hunger of a hundred girls clawing for a scrap of fame.When it was finally Rachel Young’s turn, Tina Yale nearly dragged her to the front like a prize cow being paraded for auction.Standing near the casting table was Thomas Tang, heir to one of Eastridge’s wealthiest families and son of the President of the Chamber of Commerce. A man who thought his last name gave him the right to pluck any girl he wanted like low-hanging fruit.Tina whispered excitedly, "Smile, girl. You’re about to get your golden ticket."Rachel, heart hammering, tried her best to act polite."Mr. Tang, this is Rachel Young," Tina said with a simpering smile. "She’s amazing. She’s perfect for the role."Thomas didn’t even bother hiding the way his eyes swept over Rachel, lingering far too long.A sleazy grin spread across his face as he reached out, trying to grab Rachel’s hand like she was an item on display."Come," Thomas said, vo
CHAPTER 187
The casting line at Volcano Crest Resort barely moved.Rachel Young stood in heels that pinched and a dress she didn’t even like, eyes flicking toward the fake movie banner ahead: Spring Heart, Winter Flame. A glorified soap opera wrapped in indie film packaging—except everyone knew what it really was.A gift-wrapped vanity project for Nancy Winter, funded by someone with too much money and not enough talent.Beside her, Tina Yale tapped away on her phone, smirking as she read through a gossip blog post.“I swear,” Tina said, laughing, “if Nancy gets any more plastic surgery, the next red carpet should be hosted by a recycling plant.”Rachel shot her a look. “Maybe don’t say that right before we walk in to audition to play her servant?”Tina shrugged, unbothered. “Oh, please. She doesn’t even know who’s getting cast. The real boss here is Tyler Tian.”Rachel raised an eyebrow. “You mean the guy funding all this?”Tina grinned, leaning in like she was sharing state secrets. “You really
CHAPTER 186
The air shifted as Jack Sullivan walked toward the lower basin of Crystal Springs. It wasn’t the usual kind of heat or humidity. It carried weight—an invisible charge that made his skin prickle.He paused near a jagged rock wall, narrowing his eyes.Black diamond crystal, he thought.A rare mineral. Dense with elemental energy. Lethal in combat, priceless in martial cultivation.Only a few in the country even knew how to sense it, let alone use it.And Jack felt it pulsing below the surface like a heartbeat under lava.He also sensed movement.Not tourists.Fighters.Others like him. They were here for the same thing—and they weren’t here to relax.But before he could dig deeper—figuratively or literally—a familiar nasal voice cut through the air.“Hey! You again?”Brent Wyatt, Nancy Winter’s agent, stormed across the path with his stupid sunglasses on indoors and a clipboard that probably hadn’t seen real paperwork in years.Jack rolled his eyes. Not this guy again.“You’ve got some
CHAPTER 185
Jack Sullivan stood in the marble-tiled hallway of the Volcano Crest Resort, watching Rachel Young and her overly lip-glossed friend Tina Yale scroll through their phones like they were auditioning for who could ignore him faster.When Jack casually mentioned he knew Nancy Winter, Tina burst out laughing.“Please,” she said, waving her French-manicured fingers in the air. “You? Know Nancy Winter? That’s like a squirrel saying it dated an eagle.”Jack raised an eyebrow. “We grew up together.”Tina smirked. “Yeah? And I once dated Superman. We all have our fairy tales.”Rachel, standing off to the side, looked at Jack with a raised brow, her voice cautious. “Wait, are you serious? Nancy Nancy?”Jack shrugged. “You don’t have to believe me.”Tina scoffed and crossed her arms. “Good. Because we don’t. You’re clearly trying to sound impressive just because we’re here for an audition. What’s next? You’ll say you’re the executive producer’s secret twin?”Jack gave a half-smile. “If that woul
