Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15 PART 1

Tessa Hartford’s designer heels clicked furiously across the Azure Pierce parking lot, her phone pressed to her ear, her perfectly made-up face twisted with equal parts excitement and disbelief.

“What do you mean Marcus Steel secured the Imperial Hall?” she’d shrieked into the phone when her cousin had called with the news. “That’s impossible! Father’s been trying to book that space for years!”

But impossible or not, here she was, rushing to experience luxury that even Bradford Hartford-her wealthy, influential father-had never managed to access. The thought of seeing it firsthand, of posting pictures that would make her social circle green with envy, overrode any logical questions about how Marcus had achieved this.

She found them clustered near the hotel entrance-Oliver limping on his injured leg, Wesley pacing like a caged animal, and Carter Lancaster leaning against his BMW with calculated nonchalance.

“Tessa!” Wesley’s face was still purple with humiliation and rage. “Finally! You need to help us deal with

this situation!”

“Deal with what situation?” Tessa asked, though she already knew. News of Wesley’s public humiliation had spread through the family network faster than wildfire.

“Your cousin’s worthless husband just embarrassed Wesley in front of everyone,” Oliver explained, his bruised face twisted with vindictive anger. “Made him look like a fool. We can’t let that stand.”

“Marcus Steel,” Wesley spat the name like poison. “That nobody walked in here with some fancy black card and suddenly everyone’s treating him like royalty. It’s a joke! A scam! Something!”

Carter Lancaster straightened, his expression radiating the smug confidence of someone who believed connections trumped everything else. “Don’t worry, gentlemen. I’ve got this handled.”

“You do?” Oliver perked up immediately.

“Absolutely.” Carter pulled out his phone, scrolling through contacts. “I’m personal friends with Silas Cooper-you know, the owner of Skyline Victory Bar? Major player in this city. One call from me, and Silas will have his people look into exactly who Marcus Steel really is. I guarantee you, that black card is either stolen, borrowed, or some kind of elaborate fraud.”

“And when we prove it?” Wesley demanded.

“When we prove it,” Carter continued smoothly, “Marcus gets arrested for fraud, Quinn’s reputation gets destroyed, and everything goes back to normal. The natural order restored.”

“Perfect,” Oliver breathed, his eyes gleaming. “Absolutely perfect.”

Tessa listened to their plotting with growing amusement. “Besides,” she added with a cruel smile, ” everyone knows Marcus is just playing devoted husband for Quinn’s Saintess promotion period. It’s all an act. A year-long performance so she doesn’t get her career derailed by divorce scandal.”

“Exactly!” Wesley seized on this. “He’s still the same worthless nobody underneath. Same unemployed

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loser who couldn’t hold down a gas station job. Whatever’s happening tonight is temporary. Borrowed power at best.”

“We’ll expose him,” Carter promised. “Trust me. By the end of the week, Marcus Steel will be back where he belongs in the gutter.”

The three men nodded in agreement, their alliance formed, their revenge planned.

Tessa left them plotting and headed inside, her curiosity about the Imperial Hall overriding everything

else.

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CHAPTER 15 PART 2

The Imperial Hall took Tessa’s breath away the moment she stepped through its ornate doors.

Crystal chandeliers that made the lobby’s fixtures look cheap bathed everything in warm golden light. Hand-carved mahogany panels covered the walls, depicting dragons and phoenixes in exquisite detail. The tables were set with china so fine it was nearly translucent, silverware that probably cost more per piece than most people’s monthly rent, and centerpieces of rare orchids that had definitely been flown in from somewhere exotic.

Hartford Group employees filled the space, taking pictures with their phones, their faces glowing with excitement. This was the kind of venue that became legend-the kind of place you bragged about visiting for years.

Quinn sat at the head table, her midnight blue dress elegant and professional, her Saintess aura glowing softly around her like a halo. She played her role perfectly-the gracious hostess, the poised leader, the woman who commanded respect through divine bloodline and professional achievement.

Marcus sat beside her, maintaining the appearance of a supportive husband. He engaged in conversation when necessary, smiled at appropriate moments, and kept his hand near hers on the table- close enough to suggest intimacy without actually touching.

But anyone paying real attention could see the truth: the emotional distance between them was vast. They occupied the same space like strangers playing roles in a theater production, each word and gesture calculated for audience benefit rather than genuine connection.

Tessa swept into the hall with theatrical timing, her entrance designed to draw maximum attention.

“Quinn!” she called out, her voice carrying across the room. “Darling cousin! What an absolutely magnificent venue! I’m so impressed!”

Quinn’s expression remained serene, though Marcus’s enhanced senses caught the slight tightening. around her eyes. “Tessa. I wasn’t expecting you.”

“Oh, I simply had to come when I heard!” Tessa glided to the head table, her smile razor-sharp.” Everyone’s talking about how Marcus finally secured something actually worthwhile. It’s quite remarkable, really. Miraculous, even.”

The emphasis on ‘miraculous’ carried clear skepticism.

Tessa settled into a chair near them, arranging herself artfully. “You know, Quinn, I always said you just needed to be firmer with him. Look how obedient he’s become! Like a well-trained pet who finally learned

his commands.”

Several nearby employees laughed-nervous, uncertain laughter, but laughter nonetheless.

Quinn’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. Her Saintess training kept her expression serene, kept her from reacting, but Marcus felt her aura flicker with suppressed irritation.

She didn’t defend him. Didn’t contradict Tessa’s mockery. Because technically, Tessa wasn’t wrong-

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