My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 49

The morning sun had barely settled in the sky when Raymond and Valentina stepped out of the car, their presence immediately commanding attention as they entered the Callum’ estate.

The grand entrance hall was just as Valentina remembered—cold, imposing, and filled with people who once turned their backs on her.

Her father sat at the head of the room, dressed in a crisp suit, his expression unreadable. Beside him was her stepmother, Maria , a woman who always carried herself with prideful arrogance, her sharp gaze narrowing the moment Valentina stepped in. And then there was her half-sister, Chloe, dressed in an elegant dress, her face twisting into something between shock and resentment.

But what truly caught Valentina’s attention was the man sitting on the leather couch.

A stranger—at least, to Raymond. But not to her.

His name was Sebastian Aldrich, the eldest son of the Aldrich family and heir to S Corporation, a powerful conglomerate that controlled five major companies specializing in importation and exportation of raw materials, with a net worth exceeding a billion dollars.

Sebastian had always been a silent admirer of Valentina. He had watched her from afar for years but had never mustered the courage to confess his feelings—especially after she disappeared from high society following her accident.

But now? She was back.

And when she stepped into the room, all eyes widened in shock.

Valentina could feel the weight of their stares—especially from her father and stepmother. It was as if they couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

The woman they had discarded, the daughter they had pushed aside, was standing before them with no trace of the scars that had once made them ashamed of her.

For the first time in a long time, Valentina saw something new in their expressions.

Fear. And she intended to make them feel every bit of it.

The room was even more silent, heavy with unspoken tension as Valentina gracefully took her seat, her movements poised, refined—the embodiment of the high society woman they had once cast aside.

Her dress shimmered under the chandelier light, an elegant deep sapphire gown that hugged her figure in a way that screamed exclusivity, wealth, and power. Every intricate stitch, every hand-sewn embellishment radiated prestige.

At that moment Maria’s eyes narrowed.

She knew fashion. She had spent years dressing for power, choosing outfits that reflected wealth and influence. And the moment Valentina stepped into the room, she recognized the craftsmanship of the dress—a custom design from one of the world’s top-tier fashion houses.

A single dress like that... it wouldn’t cost anything less than a hundred thousand dollars.

Her mind raced, her breath shallow.

She knew every piece in Valentina’s old wardrobe. She knew what Valentina left this house with weeks ago. This wasn’t one of them.

So how?

How did Valentina—a woman she had discarded like a piece of old fabric—walk in here dressed like a queen?

Her thoughts moved to her Raymond?

However she immediately deleted the thought.

That is Impossible.

She had done her research. Raymond wasn’t from money.

Then where did the money come from?

Maria’s fingers clenched into the fabric of her dress, but she forced herself to remain composed. This wasn’t the time to ask.

Not yet.

As Valentina crossed her legs, her presence demanding the room’s full attention, Raymond settled beside her.

His expression was calm, composed—yet there was something almost taunting in the way he rested his arm against the back of Valentina’s chair.

It was like a silent message. A warning.

That whatever they had planned...

It wouldn’t work.

At that moment Valentina’s father leaned back in his leather chair, each movement deliberate and sharp as a blade.

"Let’s not waste time with pleasantries," he said, his voice carrying the weight of old money and older power.

"You’re not a child anymore, Valentina. You know exactly why you’re here today." His eyes, cold as winter frost, fixed on Raymond.

The heavy mahogany desk between them seemed to stretch. With surgical precision, her father’s fingers slid two documents across its polished surface. The first paper’s bold header made Valentina’s heart stop: "PETITION FOR DIVORCE."

"And this," he pushed forward a check, the amount making Valentina’s vision blur, "is five hundred thousand dollars." The zeros seemed to dance mockingly on the paper.

"Sign the divorce papers, Mr. Raymond, and this check is yours. Walk away, never contact my daughter again, and begin your new, considerably wealthier life."

Hearing what Valentina father just said.

The silence that followed felt like glass about to shatter. Raymond sat perfectly still, his face unreadable as stone, while the check and divorce papers lay between them like landmines waiting to explode.

"I’m sorry," Raymond’s voice cut through the silence, each word measured and calm.

"Could you repeat that?" His fingers drummed once on the armrest, a gesture so controlled it seemed almost mechanical.

At that moment Valentina’s father eyes turned deadly, then he exhaled sharply, irritation crackling in the air like static.

"Are you being deliberately obtuse?"

He jabbed a finger at the papers. "This is a divorce agreement between you and my daughter. This," his finger shifted to the check, "is half a million dollars. Sign the first, take the second, and delete yourself from Valentina’s life. Is that clear enough for you?"

The room temperature seemed to drop as Raymond leaned forward slightly.

"Just one question, if I may."

The politeness in his tone carried an edge that made Maria shift uncomfortably in her seat.

Disgusted looks passed between the family members like a contagion. Her uncle’s face twisted into a sneer, her aunt’s perfectly manicured nails drummed against her silk sleeve. The audacity – a man being offered a fortune to walk away, and he dared to ask questions?

"Tell me," Raymond’s voice remained eerily calm, "did my wife mention she wanted a divorce? Did Valentina tell you she was unhappy with our marriage?"

The unexpected question hung in the air like smoke, choking the room’s occupants with its implications.

" I will take your Silence as a No, Since she didn’t say anything of such, I’m not signing that."