Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 76

CHAPTER 76 PART 1

Quinn Hartford’s eyes fluttered open, her vision blurry and unfocused. Pain throbbed behind her temples—a side effect of whatever drug they’d used to keep her unconscious during transport. She tried to move and immediately felt the bite of restraints around her wrists, binding her to an ornate wooden chair.

The room came into focus slowly. Expensive hardwood floors. Crystal chandeliers. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking manicured gardens. This wasn’t some dingy warehouse or abandoned building-this was luxury. The kind of place that screamed wealth and power.

Hibiscus Mansion. She’d heard of it-the most exclusive villa compound in Grayson City, where only the ultra- wealthy could afford to breathe the air.

“Finally awake, sleeping beauty?”

Quinn’s blood turned to ice. She knew that voice.

Jaxon Brand stepped into view, a champagne flute in one hand, his expression twisted with smug satisfaction. He wore an expensive silk robe over designer slacks, looking every inch the spoiled heir who’d never heard the word ” no” in his privileged life.

“You,” Quinn said, her voice cold and flat despite the terror clawing at her insides. Her Saintess training kept her face an expressionless mask. “I should have known a coward like you would resort to kidnapping.”

Jaxon’s smile faltered for a moment before returning wider and more vicious. “Coward? That’s rich coming from a woman tied to a chair. Tell me, Sacred Saintess, where’s all that divine power now? Why aren’t you smiting me with holy fire?”

He circled her slowly, like a predator savoring its prey. Quinn tested the restraints subtly-they were designed specifically to suppress cultivation energy, the same specialized bindings the mercenaries had used. Her Saintess power flickered weakly inside her, barely a candle flame when it should have been a roaring inferno.

“The restraints are top-of-the-line,” Jaxon continued, noticing her attempts. “Designed to neutralize even master cultivators. A Sacred Saintess? You’re nothing but an ordinary woman right now. Helpless. Vulnerable. Mine.”

He took a long sip of champagne, his eyes traveling over her in a way that made Quinn’s skin crawl.

“Do you remember the Azure Pierce Hotel?” Jaxon’s voice turned venomous. “Your pathetic husband humiliated me in front of hundreds of people. Made me kneel. Made me beg. Do you have any idea what that did to my reputation? To the Brand family name?”

“You deserved worse,” Quinn said flatly, her cold indifference a shield against her mounting fear.

Jaxon backhanded her across the face. The impact snapped her head to the side, and she tasted blood. But her expression didn’t change-she simply turned back to face him, her eyes like chips of ice.

“Still playing the ice queen?” Jaxon laughed, but there was hysteria in it. “That’s fine. I enjoy breaking cold things. And I have all night to do it.”

He set down his champagne and moved closer, his hand reaching for her face. Quinn jerked her head away, and he grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him.

“Your husband thinks he’s so powerful,” Jaxon hissed, his breath reeking of alcohol and expensive cologne. “He thinks he can treat the Brand family like dirt. But where is he now? Where’s Marcus Steel when his precious Saintess wife needs him?”

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“He’s coming,” Quinn said quietly, absolute certainty in her voice. “And when he gets here, you’ll wish you’d never been born.”

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CHAPTER 76 PART 2

Jaxon threw his head back and laughed. “Coming? Sweetheart, he doesn’t even know where you are! And even if he did-” He gestured toward the windows. “This villa is guarded by forty armed bodyguards, all personally trained by Cash Lawson. Military veterans, every single one. Your husband could bring an army and still wouldn’t make it through the front gate.”

He leaned in close, his lips nearly touching her ear. “Face it, Quinn. You’re mine now. A Sacred Saintess, reduced to a plaything for the Brand family. How poetic. How perfectly fitting.”

Quinn’s jaw clenched, the only visible crack in her icy composure. Inside, terror warred with defiance. Her sacred intuition-the divine sense that had guided her throughout her life-screamed at her. Not in warning, but in promise.

He’s coming. He’s coming. Hold on.

“You know what the best part is?” Jaxon continued, trailing his fingers down her neck in a way that made Quinn’s stomach turn. “When I’m done with you, when I’ve thoroughly broken that cold exterior and that sacred purity, I’m going to sell you. The black market pays premium prices for a Saintess, especially one who’s been… thoroughly trained.”

“You’re sick,” Quinn spat, her cold facade cracking slightly. “You’re a disgusting, pathetic excuse for a man who has to drug and chain women because no one would ever willingly-”

Jaxon slapped her again, harder this time. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

“Keep talking,” he snarled. “I like it when they fight. Makes the breaking so much sweeter.”

He stood back, removing his silk robe and tossing it aside. Quinn’s eyes widened fractionally-the only sign of her mounting terror. She pulled against the restraints desperately, but they held firm.

“Don’t worry,” Jaxon said, mistaking her fear for the reaction he wanted. “I’ll be gentle. At first.”

He moved toward her, his intentions horrifyingly clear-

And the entire world exploded in a shower of glass.

A black BMW 7-Series came crashing through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows like a missile, its engine roaring with fury. The safety glass shattered into a million glittering pieces, cascading across the expensive hardwood floor like deadly rain. The car’s tires screeched as it slammed to a halt mere feet from where Quinn was tied, its front bumper crumpled but its message unmistakably clear.

I’m here.

Jaxon stumbled backward, his face white with shock, champagne glass falling from his nerveless fingers to shatter on the floor. “What the-”

Outside, men were shouting. Gunfire erupted-rapid, staccato bursts that echoed through the compound. Cash Lawson’s voice rose above the chaos, bellowing orders: “Intruders! All units converge on villa seven! Kill anyone who isn’t Brand family! Leave no one alive!”

Dozens of armed bodyguards in black tactical gear swarmed the villa’s grounds, their weapons raised, their training evident in their coordinated movements. The perimeter had been breached, and they were determined to eliminate the threat with overwhelming force.

Quinn’s Saintess senses suddenly flared to life, cutting through the drug’s suppression like sunlight through fog. She felt it—a presence both familiar and terrifying, ancient power barely contained beneath human skin. Her

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