My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 53

At that moment the room was so silent you could hear a pin drop. The weight of Raymond’s threat hung thick in the air, suffocating everyone in its grip.

Then—a sharp, thunderous slam echoed through the space.

Valentina’s father had slammed his palm against the table, his face twisted with fury.

"You insolent fool!" he barked, his voice trembling with rage.

"Who do you think you are?! How dare you spew such nonsense in my house?!"

His entire body shook with anger, his chest heaving.

"Just because I invited you here does not mean you have the right to disrespect our guest! Do you have no shame, no manners?!"

Sebastian, who had been standing there still reeling from the humiliation, finally lifted his chin, his face unreadable.

He wanted to lash out, to say something—anything—but Raymond’s words had already cut him too deep to react immediately.

Valentina’s father pointed a firm, accusing finger at Raymond, his voice booming.

"You will apologize to Sebastian immediately! Do you hear me?! This nonsense—we will not tolerate it! We have tolerated you for too long, but this—this insult against our guest and his family—will not be ignored!"

However Raymond sat there, his expression calm but sharp, his eyes locked onto Bernard. A slow smirk curled on his lips.

"Then come and force me," he said, his voice low and firm, like a silent warning.

Hearing Raymond words Bernard’s fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tightening. He was seething, but the memory of Raymond’s earlier cold and unfazed demeanor held him back. Something about him now was different— and the memories of the slap he received was still fresh in his mind, his jaw still hasn’t recovered.

Maria, on the other hand, was unraveling. Her voice rose with frustration, her hands flailing as she spoke.

"This is ridiculous!" she snapped, her face flushed with anger.

This should have been over by now He should have taken the damn money and left already that was what she thought.

She was breathing heavily, her mind racing. She had pictured this ending differently—Raymond gone, Valentina back in the family, and Chloe’s future secured.

But instead, the man they thought was nothing stood his ground, refusing to bow, refusing to crumble.

Then Maria’s hands trembled as she gritted her teeth, her chest rising and falling heavily with rage.

She wanted to scream, to demand, to do anything to make this situation bend to her will—but it seems no matter what she was going to say, Raymond would remain unshaken.

Sebastian’s face twisted with rage, his nostrils flaring as he turned sharply toward Raymond, his finger stabbing the air in his direction. The humiliation of being disregarded so easily, of being mocked so blatantly, was something he couldn’t tolerate.

And coming from a nobody was a slap to the face.

"You," Sebastian hissed, his voice tight with controlled anger.

"Who do you think you are?"

His chest rose and fell heavily, the veins in his neck straining as he continued, his eyes burning with intensity.

"You insult my family? My name? Just because I chose to be lenient with a nobody like you?" He let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head as if in disbelief.

"You think standing beside Valentina suddenly makes you someone important? You think that gives you the right to open your filthy mouth and speak against my family?"

At that moment Sebastian took a step forward, his presence towering, his body tense with restrained fury.

"For what you just did," he said through his gritted teeth, "I promise you, you will pay for it." His voice dropped to a threatening whisper, his eyes locking onto Raymond’s with undeniable malice.

Valentina’s hands curled into fists, her jaw tightening, but Sebastian didn’t even glance at her. He wanted to prove something—to her, to everyone.

He exhaled sharply, tilting his head slightly as if trying to calm himself, but the anger in his eyes never faded.

"Just because I was kind enough to offer you a way out doesn’t mean you can run your mouth like an arrogant fool," Sebastian sneered. "But since I’m feeling generous today, I’ll say it again."

His eyes darkened, his voice low and venomous.

"My offer still stands—how much do you want to leave Valentina left and disappear?"

Again the room fell into complete silence, the air thick with tension as Sebastian’s words still hung in the air. His smug expression remained, chest puffed out, fully expecting Raymond to grovel or negotiate like some desperate fool.

However, before he could even process what was happening, Raymond rose from his seat, his movements calm, controlled, yet dangerously deliberate.

He walked straight toward Sebastian, his steps steady, his eyes locked onto him with an intensity that sent a shiver down the spines of everyone present. The moment was charged, the kind that made even those uninvolved hold their breath.

Sebastian smirked, his lips parting to speak, but before a single word could escape—

"SLAP!"

The sound echoed through the grand hall like a gunshot, the force of it whipping Sebastian’s head to the side so violently that his entire body followed, sending him crashing to the ground with an unceremonious thud.

Immediately a gasp rippled through the Callum family, but no one dared move, they were to shock to even react.

Sebastian groaned, his vision blurring from the sheer impact. Blood trickled down his nose, his face twisted in pain as he tried to register what just happened. Then, realization hit—his teeth—his front teeth were missing! He let out a choked, pitiful sound, his hand shooting up to his mouth, but the damage was done.

At that moment Raymond towered over him, his face unreadable, his presence commanding. His voice, when it came, was low, yet thunderous in its weight.

"I warned you," Raymond said, his tone deadly calm. "You didn’t listen."

Sebastian tried to speak, but the pain was too much, his breath shaky as he wiped the blood from his lips.

Raymond crouched slightly, his piercing gaze boring into him.

"If you ever," he said, his voice sharp and controlled, "dare to say such nonsense about my wife again—"

Then he leaned in closer, his next words dropping like a death sentence.

"I will make sure your entire family is forgotten in less than a day."

At that moment Sebastian’s bloodied fingers clenched the floor, his eyes wide with a mix of rage and humiliation.

Raymond straightened, his presence suffocating, his voice filled with authority.

"My wife is not a commodity," he stated. "Not something you price like some object on the market." frёeωebɳovel.com

Then his gaze flickered around the room, locking onto each family member, daring them to challenge him.

"If your parents failed to teach you respect," Raymond said, his eyes dark, unwavering, "then I’ll be the one to teach you manners myself."