Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41 PART 1

Quinn walked beside Marcus through Azure Breeze’s elegant corridor, her mind spinning with possibilities she didn’t want to contemplate. Riley Ridge’s reputation wasn’t built on open confrontation-it was built on hidden ruthlessness, on schemes that destroyed people quietly, professionally.

And now her husband was firmly in Riley’s crosshairs.

“Marcus,” Quinn said quietly, her voice tight with anxiety, “Riley won’t let this go. He has connections overseas, people who… who handle problems. We need to be careful. Maybe we should leave the city for a while, or-

“Quinn.” Marcus stopped, turning to face her fully. His hand found hers, warm and solid. “I’m not running from Riley Ridge.”

“But you don’t understand,” Quinn insisted, her Saintess aura flickering with protective energy. “He’s dangerous in ways you haven’t seen yet. The Riley everyone knows is just a mask. Underneath—”

“Underneath, he’s still just a man,” Marcus interrupted gently. “A man who tried to have me beaten tonight. Who schemed to destroy our marriage. Who disrespected a Sacred Saintess.” His dragon eyes held hers with absolute certainty. “And if he comes after us again, I’ll destroy him. Completely. Permanently.”

The promise wasn’t delivered with rage or bravado. Just calm, factual certainty that made Quinn’s breath catch.

“You’re a Sacred Saintess,” Marcus continued, his thumb stroking the back of her hand. “But you’re also my wife. I won’t let anyone hurt you. Not Riley. Not his connections. Not anyone.”

Quinn stared at this man-this husband she’d pitied for three years-and struggled to reconcile the Marcus she thought she’d married with the formidable figure standing before her.

“When’s our anniversary?” Quinn asked suddenly.

Marcus blinked at the apparent non sequitur. “June 7th. Three years ago. You wore a white dress with silver embroidery that matched your Saintess aura. Your family objected to the entire ceremony, but you insisted because your divine intuition told you I was your destined partner.”

The details were perfect. Precise. Remembered with care.

“And my birthday?”

“October 23rd,” Marcus answered without hesitation. “You turned twenty-five last year. I couldn’t afford much, so I made you breakfast. Pancakes with strawberries, arranged in the shape of —”

“A heart,” Quinn finished, tears suddenly pricking her eyes. She’d dismissed that gesture as pathetic at the time, embarrassed by how modest it was. But he’d remembered. Three years of cold indifference from her, and he’d still

remembered.

Marcus’s hand cupped her cheek gently. “Even with everything that’s happened-everything I’ve become – my most precious bond is still my marriage to you. That hasn’t changed.”

Quinn felt her Saintess intuition whisper confirmation: He’s the one. He’s always been the one. You were just too blind to see it.

She leaned into his touch, allowing herself a moment of vulnerability-

Then loud voices shattered the moment.

“This is ABSURD!” Karen’s shrill voice carried from the parking lot entrance. “I will NOT pay that kind of money

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for a tiny scratch!”

Marcus and Quinn exchanged glances, then hurried toward the commotion.

In the parking lot, Karen and Brandon stood beside their car-which had clearly just been in a minor collision. Karen was red-faced, yelling at two security guards who looked professionally unimpressed by her tantrum.

“Ma’am,” one guard said patiently, “you clipped a Rolls-Royce while leaving your parking space. The damage to the paint alone will cost-”

“I don’t CARE what it costs!” Karen interrupted. “It’s a scratch! A TINY scratch! I’ll give you five hundred dollars right now to forget this happened!”

“The repair will cost at least fifteen thousand, ma’am,” the other guard explained. “Rolls-Royce paint matching requires specialized-”

“FIFTEEN THOUSAND?” Karen’s voice hit a pitch that made dogs in the area probably whimper. “For PAINT? That’s highway robbery! I refuse!”

Quinn’s stomach dropped as she spotted the damaged vehicle-a sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom that she recognized immediately. The one Marcus had driven them here in. The one she’d assumed he’d borrowed from someone wealthy.

If her mother had damaged it, Marcus would be responsible for the repair costs. Fifteen thousand dollars that he clearly didn’t have.

“Mother, what did you do?” Quinn approached quickly.

“Nothing!” Karen snapped defensively. “Your father was driving, the parking space was too narrow, and we barely touched that overpriced monstrosity! It’s not our fault luxury car owners are so sensitive about their precious paint jobs!”

“We should just pay for the damage,” Brandon said weakly, but Karen whirled on him.

“Absolutely NOT! We’re not paying fifteen thousand dollars because of a parking lot designed by idiots!” She turned to Marcus, who’d just arrived, and her expression shifted to calculating malice. “Actually, this works out perfectly. Marcus, you stay here and deal with this. Tell them you were driving. You don’t have money anyway, so what’s another debt?”

Quinn’s mouth fell open. “Mother, you can’t be serious”

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CHAPTER 41 PART 2

“A Saintess shouldn’t be involved in such mundane matters,” Karen continued, grabbing Quinn’s arm. “Come with us. Let the useless one handle it. He’s good at taking blame for things, isn’t he?”

“I’m not leaving Marcus!” Quinn pulled her arm free, her Saintess aura flaring with indignation.

“Then stay with your worthless husband!” Karen spat. “Come on, Brandon. We’re leaving before this gets more expensive!”

They rushed to their car, Karen practically shoving Brandon into the driver’s seat. The engine roared to life-

And Brandon, in his panic, backed up too quickly and crashed through the parking lot’s wooden railing with a spectacular crunch.

Then they were gone, leaving a trail of splintered wood and tire marks.

Quinn stood there, tears streaming down her face, her Saintess composure completely shattered. Her parents- the people who should protect her, support her-had just fled, leaving her and Marcus to deal with consequences they’d caused.

“I’m so sorry,” Quinn sobbed, covering her face with her hands. “They’re horrible. Absolutely horrible. And now you’re stuck with their mess and I can’t-I can’t even-”

Marcus’s arms wrapped around her gently, pulling her against his chest. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay!” Quinn’s voice came out muffled against his shirt. “They damaged your borrowed car! Fifteen thousand dollars! And my father just destroyed the railing! How much will that cost? How are we going to—”

“Quinn.” Marcus lifted her chin gently, making her meet his eyes. “The car isn’t borrowed.”

“What?”

“I own it,” Marcus said simply. “The Rolls-Royce is mine.”

Quinn stared at him, her tears stopping from pure shock. “You… you own a Rolls-Royce Phantom?”

“Among other things.” Marcus turned to the security guards, who’d been watching this entire exchange with professional neutrality. “Gentlemen, I apologize for the confusion. I’m the owner of the Rolls-Royce. My in-laws were the ones who caused the damage.”

He pulled out a wallet-not worn and thin like Quinn expected, but expensive leather-and extracted a black credit card. “Please charge the repairs to this card. And the damage to your railing as well.”

The guards exchanged glances, clearly recognizing the card’s significance. “Sir, are you certain? The total will be substantial-”

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