Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 207

CHAPTER 155 PART 1

The atmosphere in Room 507 shifted the moment Atlas Lancaster appeared in the doorway. What had been a tense but controlled confrontation between Marcus, Ives, and Elize suddenly transformed into something far more dangerous. The music that had been playing cut off abruptly as someone hit pause, leaving only the sound of expensive crystal clinking and nervous breathing.

Atlas stood framed in the entrance like a theatrical villain making his grand appearance. His left arm remained secured in a designer sling-evidence of the Red Widow’s assassination attempt-but his posture radiated menace rather than weakness. Behind him, a dozen men in tailored suits formed an intimidating wall of muscle and barely concealed weapons.

“Well, well.” Atlas’s voice was soft, almost conversational, which somehow made it more threatening. “The whole gang’s here. How convenient.”

Elize felt ice flood her veins. She’d known he might show up-Ives had warned her-but actually seeing him here, now, with that cold fury burning in his eyes made the danger suddenly, terrifyingly real.

“Atlas.” She tried to keep her voice steady. “This is a private party. You weren’t invited.”

“Private?” Atlas laughed, the sound sharp and humorless. “Darling, nothing is private when you’ve made me the laughingstock of Five-River Province. Did you really think I’d just let that slide?”

Several of Elize’s friends shifted nervously, already calculating exit strategies. Brandon Chen had gone pale. Madison Park gripped Simeon’s arm so tightly her knuckles were white. These were children of wealth and privilege, but they understood the difference between social games and actual danger. Atlas Lancaster, humiliated and vengeful, represented the latter.

But before the confrontation could escalate further, Elize made a decision that would change everything.

She turned to Ives, her expression shifting from fear to something colder and more calculated. “You know what? Before we deal with Atlas, let’s clear something up. Ives, you claim Marcus is your boyfriend. But there’s something everyone here should know.”

Ives’s eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the truth.” Elize’s voice carried across the room with surprising strength. “See, I’ve been trying to figure out why Marcus Steel – this supposedly ordinary man-has the Abbott family terrified. Why Miguel Abbott bows to him. Why Ives would suddenly claim him as her boyfriend despite him being… well, him.”

“Careful,” Marcus said quietly, his dragon eyes fixed on her with unreadable intensity.

But Elize was beyond caring. The alcohol, the fear, the accumulated humiliation of the past few days-it all boiled over into reckless defiance.

“Marcus Steel is married,” she announced to the room. “To a woman named Quinn Hartford. I’ve seen her. Beautiful, cold, completely out of his league. And yet here he is, with Ives Abbott hanging on his arm like a cheap accessory.”

Gasps rippled through the crowd. Even Atlas looked intrigued, momentarily distracted from his planned revenge.

Ives’s face flushed red. “I already said I know he’s married! I don’t care!”

“Oh, it gets better.” Elize’s smile was vicious now, fueled by wine and wounded pride. “Because Marcus isn’t just cheating with Ives. He’s also the man who spent the night with me at Pearl on the Water. The married man who convinced me to wear a bunny costume. The man who humiliated Atlas Lancaster by making it look like we were

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together.”

The silence that followed was absolute and electric.

“You’re lying,” someone whispered.

“Am I?” Elize gestured at Marcus, her hand shaking slightly but her voice firm. “Ask him. Ask Marcus Steel if he didn’t use me as a weapon against Atlas. If he didn’t deliberately create a scandal to destroy the Lancaster family’s reputation. If he didn’t spend hours alone with me in that penthouse suite while his wife sat at home, completely unaware.”

All eyes turned to Marcus. He stood perfectly still, his expression revealing nothing, his dragon aura carefully suppressed but somehow still present-a pressure in the air that made people instinctively keep their distance.

“Well?” Elize pressed. “Nothing to say? No denial? No clever excuse?”

“Would it matter if I did?” Marcus asked calmly. “You’ve already decided what you believe. What everyone here believes. Why waste breath arguing with people who’ve made up their minds?”

“Because you owe me the truth!” Elize’s composure cracked, emotion bleeding through. “You used me! Made me think-made me hope-and then you just discarded me like I was nothing! The least you can do is admit what you did!”

“I admit it,” Marcus said simply. “I used you to hurt Atlas. I never lied about that. I told you directly, multiple times, exactly what you were to me. A tool. Nothing more.”

The brutal honesty landed like a physical blow. Elize actually staggered back, tears beginning to streak her carefully applied makeup.

But then Ives spoke, her voice cutting through the tension with unexpected sharpness.

“So what?”

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