I Married The Beast Commander, Not His Match Chapter 06

I Married The Beast Commander, Not His Match Chapter 06

A notification lit up my phone. A social media alert.

It was Chloe.

The photo showed her trying on a wedding dress. White, floor-length, almost painfully perfect.

The caption read: Some things are worth the wait.

I stared at it for a long time.

Then I sent Gideon the divorce papers.

He replied almost immediately.

[Let me finish dealing with things on my end first. We’ll talk in person.]

I didn’t reply.

I packed everything I had and moved out to my little farmhouse.

It wasn’t much. Two bedrooms, a living room, and a vegetable garden out back.

I planted tomatoes, peppers, and sweet corn, and kept a small herd of livestock.

Every morning, the animals woke me. I’d water the garden, feed the livestock, work the soil.

I was tired, but I was steady.

[She actually moved out here to farm?? She’s not seriously planning to live like this, right?]

[Why hasn’t the ML filed for divorce yet?? I’m STRESSED.]

[Apparently, the ML is fighting with his family over something?? Idk what tho.]

[Who cares? Either way, she’s about to be gone lol.]

I tuned them out and kept to my routine.

One morning, I was crouched at the edge of the property, checking how the crops were coming along.

Footsteps behind me.

“You’re further along than I expected.”

I looked up. Julian was standing at the edge of the rows.

He’d dressed down today, in a dark gray henley and jeans. His light-gray wolf ears caught the sunlight with a soft silver sheen.

The stiff formality from our first meeting was gone. He seemed warmer now.

“Grew up with it.” I stood and brushed the dirt off my knees.

He looked down at the neat rows of tender crops, and I caught something like respect in his expression.

“You did all this?”

“I hired a crew for the heavy lifting. But most of it was me.

Julian said nothing, just started walking along the edge of the property.

I followed.

“Great location. Less than thirty minutes from downtown, no industrial zones nearby.”

He kept walking as he talked. “For high-end agritourism, location is everything.”

I nodded. “Exactly why I bought it.”

“Beyond the U-Pick setup, what else are you thinking?”

Now we were speaking my language.

“The U-Pick section would be the core. Guests go out, harvest their own produce, and we set up a

grill station right next to it. Pick it, cook it, eat it.”

He tilted his head, listening, and nodded for me to go on.

“That grove over there is perfect for a campsite. And the stream, we could do catch-and-release fishing. Families would love it.”

I pointed toward the open stretch in the distance. “Over there, a few cabins for overnight guests.

Overnight packages: harvest your dinner, cook it over a fire, feed the livestock. The whole

experience from start to finish.”

Julian stopped.

He turned to face me, expression serious.

“That’s a full business plan.”

“Not really.” I shrugged. “I just know this land. The rest kind of built itself.”

He smiled.

We stood there at the edge of the property and talked for almost another hour.

Average guest spend, target customers, how to keep traffic flowing in the off-season, loyalty

programs.

Julian hadn’t built an empire by accident. Every question went straight to the point, and every suggestion opened a door I hadn’t seen.

“One thing, though.” He shifted gears. “Are you sure you want to move forward right now?”

I knew what he was asking.

“I already sent the divorce papers.”

When noon rolled around, I hesitated for a second, then figured I might as well ask.

“You hungry? I can throw something together for lunch.”

He blinked, clearly not expecting that.

“I’m a decent cook. Most of it is fresh from the garden.”

“Sure,” he said.

I went back to the kitchen.

The kitchen was small, but it had everything I needed.

I moved fast, rinsing vegetables, chopping herbs, tossing things into a cast-iron skillet.

Forty minutes later, a full farm-to-table spread covered the counter.

Garlic butter steak bites, roasted fingerling potatoes, and a fresh heirloom tomato salad.

Julian sat down, took in the spread, and smiled.

“You undersold yourself. This looks incredible.”

“Try it.”

He picked up his fork and tried the potatoes first.

I was about to ask what he thought.

The door flew open.

Gideon stood in the doorway.

He was in full black tactical gear, covered in dust, like he’d traveled a long way without stopping.

The second his eyes landed on Julian, he went completely still.

When he looked at me, his amber eyes were glowing with raw, red-rimmed fury.

“I’m gone for a few days, and you’re already playing house with someone else?”