My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 59

At that moment Valentina’s hands clenched into fists beneath the table. Her heart was racing, but not out of excitement—out of frustration.

She knew Damien too well. His arrogance was unmatched, and his ability to trash talk and humiliate others was second nature. She hated it. She hated how he carried himself as if the world owed him everything.

But right now, that wasn’t even the worst of it.

Her chest tightened as she glanced at Raymond. He was silent. His face was unreadable, but deep inside, she already knew—he wouldn’t be able to compete.

Not here. Not against Damien, and certainly not against J12.

Then she swallowed hard, her throat dry. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

They had come here to reclaim her mother’s necklace, something that should have never left her possession in the first place. She had seen it with her own eyes, yet she couldn’t reach for it. It was slipping away, just like everything else in her past.

This was exactly why she wanted to be successful.

If she had power, if she had influence, she wouldn’t be sitting here, helpless and watching someone else take what was rightfully hers.

Her mother’s family legacy—a piece of her heart—was about to be owned by another. And there was nothing she could do about it.

At that moment Valentina’s fingers dug into her palms as she struggled to contain her emotions. The weight of helplessness pressed down on her chest, suffocating. She hated this feeling.

She had once been in control—a woman whose name carried weight, who could walk into a room and make decisions without hesitation. But that damn incident had taken everything from her. It had stripped her of power, of respect, of the ability to reach for what was rightfully hers without having to rely on anyone else.

Even then she wouldn’t still be able to compete with Damien and J12.

And now? Now she was forced to sit back and watch.

Inside, she cursed herself. Why hadn’t she been stronger? Why hadn’t she fought harder? If she had never lost her standing, she wouldn’t be sitting here, praying that someone else would fight for her.

Then, amidst the tension in the room, Damien’s voice sliced through the air.

A slow, amused chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned back into his seat, feigning nonchalance. He knew he had lost.

But he wasn’t going to let it seem that way.

With a smirk, he casually waved his hand and announced, "Ah, well... I wasn’t actually buying the necklace for myself."

Then, in a move that made Valentina’s blood run cold, Damien pointed directly at her.

"I was buying it for her."

At that moment Murmurs spread like wildfire through the auction hall.

The moment Damien pointed at Valentina, the tension shifted. Whispers rippled across the room, disbelief hanging in the air like a thick fog.

"Did he just say he was buying that necklace for a woman?" ƒгeewebnovёl.com

"Eleven million? Just for her?"

"Who is she?"

The crowd’s curiosity grew, their eyes darting toward Valentina. Some leaned forward, attempting to get a clearer look. Her striking features—flawless, elegant—captured attention instantly. She had a face that demanded recognition, yet it eluded many.

Some frowned, searching their memories. There was something familiar about her. They had seen that face before, but where?

Meanwhile, Raymond remained silent. He didn’t flinch, didn’t react. Instead, he just smiled. A slow, knowing smile.

Then, he nodded.

Once at Damien.

Immediately Damien stiffened. The simple gesture unsettled him in a way he couldn’t explain.

"Why did he nod?"

He expected rage. Defiance. Maybe even jealousy. But instead, Raymond was just... smiling at him.

That smug, indifferent nod made Damien’s jaw clench. It felt like a silent challenge, a dismissal, a statement that he wasn’t even worth getting angry over.

At that moment Bernard’s words rang in his head. That man is a nobody, useless, arrogant.

Now, standing before Raymond, he could finally believe it.

Since he couldn’t outbid J12, Damien clenched his jaw and kept his mouth shut. He had already embarrassed himself enough.

Meanwhile, the J12 heir sat back in his chair, his expression composed but his mind firm.

His grandfather wanted that necklace. so he’s going to get it.

The bidding war escalated swiftly,

At that moment he decided to make a statement bidding.

"Fifteen million!"

Immediately a hush fell over the crowd.

Eyes darted back to the J12 representative.

For just a necklace? The sheer audacity left them speechless.

Then, almost like clockwork, the whispers began.

"Of course, only J12 could do this."

"No one else can match them."

"Did Damien really think he had a chance?"

The admiration in their voices was unmistakable. J12 wasn’t just bidding—they were reminding everyone in the room who held the real power.

At that moment Damien exhaled sharply and sat back. He already knew the outcome. This was never a battle he could win.

His pride stung, but he wasn’t foolish enough to risk further humiliation. He had barely stretched his budget to bid Eleven million.

Going any higher?

That was suicidal. Twenty million... He entertained the thought for a split second. Would that make Valentina see his sincerity?

But no—what if J12 didn’t bid higher?

What if he ended up actually having to pay for it?

His fingers curled into fists. He knew the answer. It wasn’t worth the gamble.

At that moment Valentina clenched her fists even more beneath the table, her nails digging into her palms. The moment she saw the necklace, a part of her had hoped—hoped that, somehow, she could reclaim what rightfully belonged to her mother. But reality was a cruel reminder.

Then She leaned closer to Raymond, her voice low and edged with frustration.

"Let’s go."

However Raymond didn’t react immediately. His gaze remained on the stage, unreadable.

Valentina sighed.

"I know you tried, and I don’t want to trouble you over something that’s already out of reach. It’s fine. Let’s just leave."

She forced a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Nothing about this felt fine.

Raymond exhaled softly. He understood her disappointment, but something in his expression didn’t quite match hers. He didn’t look defeated.

Instead, he reached out and gently adjusted a strand of her hair that had fallen over her face. His touch was light, careful. Then, he tapped the back of her hand with his fingers.

"Have a little more trust in me."

His words were quiet, yet they carried a weight that made Valentina pause.