My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 131

Then Raymond held her even more closer, his voice soft against her ear. "Just calm down... everything’s going to be fine."

His warmth, his steadiness—it was enough to quiet the storm inside her. Slowly, Valentina exhaled, closing her eyes and resting her forehead against his shoulder.

"Okay," she whispered. "I’ll do my best."

"Good!"

Raymond said quietly.

**

For the next few days, Valentina locked herself into full focus mode. She worked from morning till late at night—researching, planning, writing, adjusting. She wanted the proposal for the GSK contract to be perfect. No room for weakness. No room for doubt.

On the fifth morning, her eyes were tired and her body heavy, but her heart was steady. She stepped out of the house, dressed in a soft beige coat, clutching her laptop bag. Her next stop before heading into work was her favorite coffee shop down the street of Sterling design.

She needed that warm cup of energy.

She pushed through the doors, but just as she stepped toward the sidewalk, a sleek black car pulled up fast in front of her.

At that moment the door swung open and a man stepped out.

Immediately Valentina froze, the confidence in his stride. The sharp eyes. The smug tilt of his chin.

She hadn’t seen him in years, But she recognized that face instantly.

"What are you doing here?"

He took a few steps toward her, hands casually tucked into his pocket like he owned the street.

"Well, well," he said, voice low and rough, with the kind of arrogance that didn’t try to hide. "Is this how you treat an old friend? Not even a hello?"

At that moment Valentina didn’t move.

"Come on," he continued, his tone dripping with mock hurt. "After all this time, this is the energy you’re giving me? What, did I do something? Or are you just too important to greet me now?"

Valentina narrowed her eyes, her tone flat. "Get out of my way."

The smirk on his face twitched.

"What?" he asked, pretending to laugh. "That’s it? That’s all I get?"

Valentina didn’t blink. "I don’t care who you are or what you think you are now. If you don’t want a problem, move."

At that moment Damon blinked slowly, clearly thrown off by Valentina’s sharp response. His arrogant smile faltered for a second before he quickly puffed out his chest again, trying to recover.

"You what?" he scoffed, half-laughing like he hadn’t just been disrespected. "You’re threatening me now?"

His voice carried that same gritty tone—bold, loud, and dripping with street-born pride. But behind it, there was a flicker of surprise.

He honestly didn’t understand where this version of Valentina came from.

"You acting like I’m some stranger or something," he said, squinting at her. "You forget me already? Nah... I don’t think so."

Then he took a few slow steps closer, flashing a crooked grin. "Let me help you out then. It’s Damon. Don’t say you’ve forgotten Damon."

He placed a hand on his chest like he was presenting himself with pride.

"Come on, That’s me. The guy who’s not ever forgetting that pretty face of yours."

His eyes traveled across her face like he was trying to memorize it all over again.

"Been years," he said, voice lowering now, almost like he was trying to sound sweet. "But I missed you. Missed seeing you around. And now that you’re here again?"

At that moment he leaned slightly closer, a sly smirk returning to his lips. "I ain’t letting you go that easy."

Upon hearing what he just said.

Valentina didn’t say anything. She just kept her gaze locked, cold and unreadable.

Damon chuckled. "You don’t look busy. Why don’t we sit somewhere? Catch up? My treat. Let me take you out—get you a drink, or a real date if that’s what you want."

Valentina’s face twisted with disgust, her eyes narrowing sharply as she stepped back.

"There’s nothing," she said coldly, "absolutely nothing between us. And there never was."

Immediately Damon blinked, clearly caught off guard.

She didn’t stop there. Her voice was low but cutting.

"I don’t know what fantasy you’ve been living in, but I need you to snap out of it. There’s no connection here. No past. No future. Nothing."

He opened his mouth to speak, but she raised her hand to stop him.

"You think I don’t know about that little agreement you had with my stepmother?" she asked, her tone heavy with disdain.

"That deal you made back then—when she borrowed money and said she’d give me to you like I was some item on a shelf? You think I forgot that?"

Hearing Valentina words Damon’s smile faded.

Valentina shook her head, her voice growing firmer. "Let me make something very clear. That was before. That was a different version of me. You were never part of my life, Damon. And you never will be."

He tried to laugh it off, but she didn’t give him room.

"Stop disturbing me. I’m married now. You see this?" She raised her left hand slowly, showing off the simple yet beautiful wedding ring on her finger.

It wasn’t the Emerald ring, the other Raymond bought for her.

"So whatever thought you have in your head—kill it now."

Damon stared, speechless of Valentina boldness.

"There never was a thing between us," she finished. "And there never will be."

At that moment Valentina turned to walk away, her mind already done with the conversation. But before she could take two full steps, Damon moved and blocked her path.

She shifted right without saying a word.

He followed, stepping into her way again.

She moved left. And once again, he mirrored her.

Her chest rose and fell, her patience thinning. "Move," she said, her voice tight.

Damon raised both hands, chuckling as if she were being unreasonable.

"Calm down, Valentina. Why are you acting like this? You did hard to get back then, and now you’re still doing the same thing."

At that moment his smile dropped into something more serious.

"Well, let me remind you," he said, voice firmer. "I’m not the same guy you used to know. I’ve got my own company now—big one. I’m not some street rat you hate anymore."

He stepped a bit closer, eyes fixed on her. "You should consider what I’m offering you. I can give you things you’ve never even dreamed of, V. Things your so-called husband can’t even imagine. Whatever life you think you’re living now, I can give you better."

Immediately Valentina’s jaw tensed, but Damon kept going.

"I don’t care how useless that guy is. He’s nothing. He’s not on my level. He’ll never be me. You need to think carefully about this."

Valentina’s gaze sharpened.

"I’ll give you two days," Damon said confidently. "Think about it. You don’t have to decide now—"

"There’s nothing to think about," Valentina cut in sharply.

Immediately Damon blinked.

"You’re not getting an answer in two days," she said, her voice firm, cold. "You’re getting it now."

Immediately she stepped closer, her eyes never leaving his. "There’s nothing between us. There was never anything. And there never will be. I don’t want you, I will never want you, and you need to leave."

Damon opened his mouth to respond, but she raised a hand and shut it down.

"And one more thing," she added, her voice now calm but sharp as a blade. "You will never disrespect my husband again. This is your last warning. Call him useless one more time, and you’ll regret it."