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THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 142
“He’s the eldest son of the Eastern Sullivan family.”She blinked. “The who?”Richard closed the file slowly. “The Sullivan family. East-coast monarchs of power, both legitimate and underground. Their name is whispered in federal halls and boardrooms alike.”Charlotte scoffed. “The Eastern Sullivans? I’ve heard of them, but they don’t compare to the state capital families. They’re not even on the same ladder.”Richard’s jaw tightened. “That’s where you’re wrong. You think we’re playing a local game? Jack Sullivan is walking across a global board.”Charlotte frowned, but her grandfather continued, his tone deepening.“His third uncle, Nathan Sullivan, is the one who built the underground empire in Carson City—an empire that even federal agents avoid confronting directly. Do you know who handles most of the private security logistics in five states? The Sullivan family.”She swallowed, unease creeping in.“And his mother,” Richard added, “is Margaret Williamson.”Charlotte blinked. “Tha
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 143
Inside the Shaw family estate, the atmosphere was quieter than usual.Charlotte Shaw sat stiffly on the antique leather chair, fingers laced tightly in her lap. Across from her, Richard Shaw poured himself a cup of tea, moving with deliberate grace.“You’ll apologize,” he said calmly.Charlotte’s brows furrowed. “I already said I regret what happened.”Richard looked at her over the rim of his cup. “Regret is not apology.”“I just…” she hesitated, then admitted, “I don’t want you to be the one to do it.”He set the cup down with a soft clink. “Then you shouldn’t have needed me to.”The silence between them was heavy, but not cruel.“I will personally represent the Shaw family at the Harvest Festival in Eastridge City,” he continued. “Our presence is expected. Our humility is required.”Charlotte looked away. Her pride bruised, her voice small.“I never thought it would come to this.”Richard leaned back. “That’s because you never thought he was more than a shadow. Now you know better.
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 144
The late afternoon sun cast golden streaks across the marble floor of Jack Sullivan’s villa. The air was peaceful, laced with the faint aroma of aged Bordeaux wine, and the still ripple of the pool reflected serenity.David Sun leaned back on a lounger, wine glass in hand. “Jack, I’m telling you, you need to let me design a wine cellar here. This place deserves it.”Jack smirked slightly. “You just want to make sure I drink your overpriced imports.”Before David could respond, a click echoed from inside the house.Then another.Jack’s eyes narrowed slightly. The sound wasn’t from the front gate.“Did you invite someone else?” David asked, sitting upright.“No,” Jack replied, already rising from his chair. His bare feet padded quietly across the polished stone as he approached the sliding glass door.A shadow crossed the interior hallway.Then, without warning, a man casually stepped into the courtyard.He was young—late twenties maybe—with slicked-back hair, a smirk that screamed enti
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 145
Jason Martinez, now drenched in wine and pride, straightened his coat and took a slow, threatening step forward."You think this is funny?" he hissed. "You dare to humiliate the son of Keith Rodriguez? Do you even understand who you're dealing with?"Jack Sullivan remained seated, legs crossed, one arm lazily resting on the back of his chair. His other hand slowly reached for the wine bottle on the table—a rare, imported vintage worth more than most people's monthly salaries.Another entitled brat who thinks his father's name is a shield. They never learn.He didn't say a word.Jason's voice rose. "I came here with courtesy. With a proposal. And you choose violence? Disrespect?"Courtesy? Is that what he calls barging into my home, making demands like I owe him something?Jack stood up, wine bottle in hand. His eyes were calm, utterly unbothered."Respect," Jack repeated softly. "You want that?"Jason sneered. "You'd better show it, before you regret—"They always threaten. Always pos
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 146
Jason Martinez stood trembling, his face streaked with dried blood, humiliation burning deep in his eyes. He fumbled his phone out of his pocket, fingers shaking as he dialed quickly."You've done it now, Sullivan!" Jason hissed, wiping blood from his cheek. "Once my father hears what you've done, you'll beg for mercy."Jack Sullivan simply sat down again, reaching calmly for another bottle of expensive wine. With unhurried grace, he poured the dark liquid into his glass, the soft sound echoing through the tense silence.David Sun leaned back, amusement clear in his eyes. "You might want to put that phone down, kid. You're embarrassing yourself."Jason ignored him, eyes blazing with arrogant confidence. The line finally connected."Dad! It's Jason," he began desperately. "Jack Sullivan attacked me! He threw a wine bottle at my head—I’m bleeding. He humiliated me in front of everyone!"There was a pause, followed by a deep, gravelly voice on speaker. "Did he now?"Jason smirked triumph
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 147
The morning sunlight filtered through the wide windows of Jack Sullivan’s villa. He stood at the balcony, sipping black coffee, the city stretching below him in all directions—his city, now balancing on the edge of chaos.Behind him, David Sun appeared, still looking uneasy. “You slept like nothing happened.”“I told you,” Jack replied calmly, “nothing’s happened yet.”David shook his head. “You killed Rodriguez’s son, Jack. That is something.”Before Jack could answer, a knock echoed through the villa. The guards opened the door, and five men entered—men whose names carried weight in Carson City.Lionel Fields, head of the Fields family.Derek Quinn, tech mogul and political fixer.Frank Rolex, financial strategist and underground arms broker.Lucas Lane, intelligence network boss.Eddie Gray, the most feared enforcer in the south districts.Each one walked in with tension hanging off their shoulders.Lionel spoke first. “Jack… the city’s buzzing. Everyone knows what happened last ni
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 148
North Harbor was quiet.Too quiet.Keith Rodriguez, ruler of the underground, sat on his balcony sipping warm tea, utterly relaxed. He gazed at the clouds, confident."They'll learn soon," he muttered with a smirk. "Carson City will kneel. Jason may be dead, but my other sons will finish the job."A moment later, his phone buzzed.He ignored it.Another call. Then another.He sighed. "Can't I enjoy one damn cup of tea?"Suddenly, his assistant burst in, pale and shaking. "Boss… North Harbor is under attack!"Keith blinked. "What?"The assistant stammered, "A group… in gray uniforms. Military-grade weapons. They're wiping out every post we own!"Keith stood up, eyes narrowing. "Who are they?!""We don't know. But—Dylan Carter is dead. The south docks are gone. Our armory? Leveled. They've frozen all our accounts. And—"The assistant paused, swallowing hard.Keith's voice turned lethal. "Speak."The man trembled. "Your… your twenty adopted sons… they were all killed. In Carson City. All
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 149
The morning sun spilled through the large glass windows of Jack Sullivan’s villa. He stood at the edge of the terrace, wearing a sleek black coat, his suitcase packed at his feet.Lisa Johnson emerged from their bedroom, adjusting the strap of her handbag. “You sure you’re ready?”Jack didn’t look back. “I’ve been gone long enough.”She stepped beside him, her voice softer now. “It’s been more than a year since you saw your parents.”“I know,” Jack replied. “They’ve waited long enough.”But that wasn’t the only reason. Jack had been preparing not just for a reunion—but a reckoning. The Sullivan family, once united, was now split into four branches, each clawing for the seat of power. And he, the eldest son, had once been chosen to lead.Then came the scandal. The betrayal. The exile to Carson City.Now, with North Harbor crushed and Carson under his rule, he wasn’t returning as a castaway.He was returning as a king.Two days before the Harvest Festival, Jack drove out to a quiet esta
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Brent Wyatt whimpered as he hit the floor again, clutching his bruised shoulder. Max stood over him, arms crossed, while two of his men flanked the exit to ensure no one slipped out.“I’ll ask you one last time,” Max growled. “Where. Is. Nancy.”“I told you!” Brent blurted, eyes wide with terror. “Tyler drugged her! He said she had some kind of… condition—and he needed her for it! I didn’t know! I thought it was just a casting deal!”Jack stood to the side, deadly quiet, his arms folded across his chest. The calm before a storm.Rachel gasped. Tina’s mouth dropped open.Max stepped back, fuming. “You little weasel. You sold her out for a few bucks and a shot of champagne!”“I didn’t know!” Brent repeated. “He said he was gonna invest in the film and help her career!”Max turned to Jack. “You heard him. Tyler’s the one behind it. That creep’s been playing house at this resort for weeks—Nancy didn’t stand a chance.”Jack’s jaw clenched, but his voice stayed cold and precise. “Bring Tyle
CHAPTER 194
Inside the private suite deep in Volcano Crest Resort, Tyler Tian sat motionless, the lamplight casting strange shadows across his face.Nancy Winter lay unconscious on the velvet couch beside him—still and silent, like a doll on display.He stared at her for a long moment, jaw twitching.“What a waste…” he muttered to himself. “Could’ve had you the fun way.”But now, thanks to the Memory Doctor’s instructions, she had to be preserved. Kept untouched. Her Nine Pulses body couldn’t be tainted, not before the ritual.And Tyler Tian, once just another spoiled brat in Eastridge's high society, was no longer acting like a prince—he was becoming something darker. Something colder.Living in secret at the resort for over two weeks, he had surrendered pieces of his will to the doctor who promised power stronger than any city leader’s seat. Stronger than his own father’s.But it came with a price.Every favor, every order, every sacrifice… was part of a debt.A debt he intended to repay—by tur
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
