My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 129

Immediately Maria pressed the green button and held the phone to her ear, her fingers tapping lightly against the steering wheel as she waited.

Then a familiar voice came through—not the boss himself, but the man who always spoke for him. His personal bodyguard.

"Miss Maria," the voice said smoothly, "I’m calling on behalf of the boss. He asked me to inform you that we’ve received the information you requested."

Upon hearing what he just said, Maria’s eyes narrowed slightly, her lips curling into a calm, satisfied smile.

The voice continued, "He said everything is going exactly as planned. The process will begin soon. You don’t need to worry about anything."

There was a pause, then the man added, "As for what was done before, the boss said you should relax. He’s handling it. Nothing will come back to you."

At that moment Maria nodded slowly. "I understand," she replied. "I trust him."

"Good," the bodyguard said. "That’s all for now."

Then the call ended.

Then Maria slowly dropped the phone into her lap and leaned back against the seat. The car was quiet, but her thoughts were not.

She stared out the windshield, her mind racing through possibilities.

Maria stared ahead, her jaw clenched tight. Her mind wasn’t just focused—it was burning.

This wedding between Liam and Chloe must happen.

It wasn’t an option. It was a must. A mission.

Nothing—no one—was going to stop it.

And if anyone tried to come in between? If anyone dared?

She would cut them off, no matter who they were. Even if it was Valentina. "Even if Valentina suddenly grew wings and tried to fly back into Liam’s life—i would break those wings."

"Stubborn or not," Maria thought, she’s not ruining this.

without wasting anymore time She reached for her phone again and scrolled through her contacts until she landed on the one she’d been waiting for. The man she had asked to dig up information about Raymond—someone who always delivered.

She dialed, It rang once. Twice. Then picked up.

"Hello?" the man’s voice came through, low and cautious.

"It’s me," Maria said sharply. "You haven’t called me back."

"I was just about to," he said. "I’ve gathered some things, but I still need to confirm if what I have is reliable."

Then Maria’s voice lowered. "From where did it come?"

"A trusted source," he replied. "Someone close to my cycle. But there are things that don’t quite add up. I’m still cross-checking. You asked for everything related to the Raymond—who is behind him, the place he lives, and what family he’s from and what he does . I’ve got names. But the paper trail is messy."

Upon hearing what he just said Maria’s grip on the phone tightened.

"I don’t care if it’s messy. I want it clear. I want answers."

"I’m working on it," the man replied. "Give me a little more time. I’ll make sure it’s solid before I drop anything."

Maria took a breath, her voice steady. "Good. Because I’m not in the mood for games."

However after giving it a second thought, Maria’s eyes narrowed, her fingers gripping the steering wheel as she held the phone close.

"You said the source was reliable," she said sharply. "So what exactly did you get that’s so confusing you couldn’t even bother to send me an update?"

There was silence for a second on the other end before the man spoke again, his tone lower now.

"I know how this sounds, but I don’t quite understand the information myself," he admitted. "That’s why I held back. I’ve been trying to confirm it, but every angle I’ve chased has led nowhere, but same position."

Maria’s voice tightened. "Then get to the point."

"I will," he said, then took a breath. "From everything I’ve gathered so far... there’s nothing, you might be thinking of." frёewebnoѵēl.com

"What do you mean nothing?" she asked, her voice rising.

"I mean exactly that," he replied. "No records. No documents. No files about remodeling. Nothing that connects him to any project, any background, any history. I tried to track where he came from, what he does, how he got into that mansion, what he was doing before—nothing. It’s all blank."

Maria stayed silent, trying to process.

He continued, "The only reason we even found the mansion... was because we traced Valentina. From Sterling Design to the house. That’s it. If not for her movements, we wouldn’t have found anything. No paper trail. No digital footprint. Nothing on the man himself."

Maria’s grip on the phone tightened.

Then the man’s voice dropped to a whisper, almost like he didn’t want anyone to hear.

"Whoever he is... it’s like he doesn’t exist."

The voice on the other end sighed, clearly frustrated.

"I’m saying this because I’ve turned over every rock," he said. "I’ve checked through deep files, traced government records, even paid off some people to access restricted databases. It cost me—more than I expected, honestly."

Maria didn’t say a word. She just waited, her eyes focused coldly ahead.

"After all that," he continued, "the only solid information I was able to pull out was his name—Raymond. His parents’ names too. And even that took time. Days."

At that moment he paused before adding, "And their company names."

Maria’s brows narrowed. "Which companies?"

"Sterling Design," he said first. "And one other—Global Trade. That’s the second. It’s a trade-based company, mostly large-scale importing and export logistics. Nothing flashy, but strong business movement behind it."

upon hearing what the man just said, Maria’s fingers drummed against the leather of her steering wheel, irritation rising fast in her chest.

"So after everything... all the money I wired to you," she said slowly, "that’s the only thing you could find?"

There was silence. Then a quiet, "Yeah."

Then the man on the phone exhaled heavily. "I’m afraid... that’s all I could get."

However Maria’s eyes didn’t blink. Her voice dropped low. "I’m disappointed."

The silence stretched for a second.

"I expected more," she continued. "Something solid. Something useful. You mean to tell me that with all the money I sent, this is all you found?"

"I tried everything," he said. "Accessed files I shouldn’t have. But it was like hitting a wall. Over and over again. Aside from the names and the two company links, there’s nothing."

Maria leaned back in her seat slowly, her fingers tapping against her knee. Her voice stayed cold. "Fine. Since you know the house that bastard lives in, forward it to me."

"Consider it done," he said quickly.

With that, the call ended.

Then Maria dropped the phone onto the seat beside her and stared through the windshield, her expression unreadable.

At that moment she started whispering to herself, her voice laced with venom.

"They’re disguised. All of them."

Her hand curled into a fist on her lap.

"When they first came in, and asked about Valentina... they didn’t look like anything. Just two simple people. Now look."

Immediately her gaze sharpened, mind spinning.

"We couldn’t even trace them. Nothing. That man... that bastard... he’s hiding something. And I’m going to find it."

Maria stared blankly at the windshield, her thoughts spinning faster than she could hold them.

"Two companies?" she muttered under her breath. "Sterling Design... and Globus Trade?"

She shook her head slowly, her eyes narrowing.

"Sterling Design alone is no small name. That company is solid—classy. It’s got weight in the market now."

Again her fingers tapped rhythmically against the steering wheel.

"And Global Trade?" she continued, brows tightening. "I don’t know much about it yet, but I will. I’ll get everything on it."

What truly got to her wasn’t just the names of the companies. It was the fact that none of this—none—had come up before. Not in files. Not in rumors. Not even whispers.

"How could they own two companies and still show up looking like nobodies?" she asked aloud, her voice laced with confusion and quiet anger. "No presence, no noise, no trace. Just... silence."

It was strange, too strange.

"They didn’t even dress the part," she murmured. "Didn’t carry the air of someone with that kind of power."

Immediately Her jaw locked tightly even more.

"Something’s off. And I’m going to find out what."

Again she leaned back in her seat, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, eyes burning with suspicion.

"Something’s going on here," she said under her breath. "And it’s not making sense anymore."

Everything about them—Raymond, Valentina, the companies—none of it added up. The silence, the lack of history, the sudden discovery of two good companies. It was too neat. Too hidden.

"Something’s definitely going on," she repeated, her voice firm now. "And I’m going to get to the root of it. No matter what."

**

Damon, the boss of the Black Bear

sat in his high-rise office, a dim light casting shadows over his desk.

In his hand was a single photo of Valentina.

Then he stared at it silently, the corners of his lips curving ever so slightly. Her eyes in the picture were calm, proud, quietly fierce. Her face held strength—but wrapped in such elegance that it almost didn’t seem real.

"This beauty..." he whispered to himself, "keeps amusing me."

He let out a deep breath, eyes still fixed on the image.

Then, slowly, he stood.

Whatever decision he had made before—whatever plan had been running through his mind—it faded.

His expression shifted. His posture straightened.

"i have changed my mind. I wouldn’t be doing what i intended on doing anymore."