Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 29

CHAPTER 29 PART 1

Jaxon Brand stood there-humiliated, dripping with beer, his face swollen from multiple slaps, blood still trickling from his split lip-and something inside him finally snapped completely. His eyes went vacant, then filled with a kind of manic rage that transcended rational thought.

“I’ll kill him,” Jaxon whispered, his voice shaking. “I’ll kill Marcus Steel. I’ll kill his Saintess wife. I’ll kill everyone who witnessed this-”

But the crowd watching had grown numb. After everything Marcus Steel had already done tonight-defeating Silas Cooper, humiliating Jaxon repeatedly, being declared Aaron Jackson’s elder brother-even if Marcus walked over and strangled Jaxon right now, it wouldn’t shock anyone anymore.

Cash Lawson’s professional assessment of the situation collapsed into pure rage. The Brand family’s dignity-his own reputation as their most feared enforcer-demanded action. He couldn’t let Marcus Steel just walk away after what he’d done.

“Enough,” Cash snarled, and his entire body shifted.

Power flooded through him-not dragon energy, not Saintess holy power, but cultivation techniques honed over decades. His right leg began to glow with golden light, energy condensing around the limb until it looked like it was carved from solid diamond.

The Diamond Leg. Cash Lawson’s signature technique, feared throughout Grayson City, capable of shattering concrete and breaking bones with a single strike.

He exploded forward, the diamond leg chambering with lethal intent aimed at Marcus’s spine.

Aaron Jackson moved.

Their collision was spectacular-Aaron’s palm strike meeting Cash’s Diamond Leg in a clash of pure power that sent shockwaves rippling through the Imperial Hall. Chandeliers swayed. Windows cracked. The marble floor beneath them spiderwebbed with fractures.

Both men were forced backward, sliding across the floor, their techniques canceling each other out perfectly.

Cash’s eyes went wide with shock. He’d spent three years wanting to test himself against Aaron Jackson, building up the legend in his mind. But feeling Aaron’s actual power-experiencing it firsthand-was something else entirely.

He’s stronger than the rumors suggested, Cash realized with dawning dread.

“Impressive,” Aaron said, flexing his fingers. “The Diamond Leg, lives up to its reputation.”

“And you live up to yours,” Cash admitted grudgingly.

Before they could clash again, Marcus’s calm voice cut through the tension.

“Because my wife-a Sacred Saintess-is present,” Marcus said, his tone perfectly controlled, “I’ll take a step back tonight.” His dragon eyes found Cash, promising violence deferred but not forgotten. “But we’ll settle this score later. Count on it.”

He offered his arm to Quinn with genteel courtesy. “Shall we?”

Quinn’s hand trembled as she took his arm. Her Saintess senses detected the sincerity in his protection-he wasn’t just playing the role of devoted husband anymore. Something fundamental had shifted between them. The contractual arrangement, the cold formality, the year-long performance they’d agreed to-it all felt suddenly

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insufficient to describe what was happening.

They headed for the exit, Dom Martinez’s men clearing a path.

“STOP THEM!” Jaxon’s scream was pure hysteria. “Everyone! All of you! Two hundred men and you’re going to let them just WALK OUT?”

Cash Lawson made rapid calculations. He couldn’t take Aaron Jackson directly-that much was clear. But perhaps he could negotiate, salvage something from this disaster.

“Mr. Jackson,” Cash called out, his voice carrying forced calm. “Young Master Brand has been assaulted repeatedly. His face is destroyed. His dignity shattered. Surely you can understand-compensation must be paid. Surrender Marcus Steel, and we’ll call this matter settled.”

Aaron laughed a sound without humor. “Surrender my elder brother? To satisfy a spoiled child’s wounded pride?

“The Brand family demands satisfaction!” Jaxon shrieked. “You think you can just ignore us? We have two hundred men here! We have-”

“You have nothing,” Aaron interrupted coldly. “But if you need me to apologize for protecting my family…” His smile turned vicious. “Then I apologize for not killing you all immediately.”

Jaxon’s face flushed purple. “You… you dare-”

Marcus, who’d been walking toward the exit with Quinn on his arm, suddenly stopped. Turned around. Walked straight back to Jaxon Brand with deliberate steps.

“Marcus, don’t-“Quinn started.

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