My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 83

But Liam wasn’t as composed.

His anger simmered beneath his skin, barely contained. He wasn’t blind to what was happening—Raymond’s smug confidence, his deliberate jabs, the way Valentina smiled at him like he was her whole world. That was what infuriated him the most. It wasn’t just Raymond’s words; it was the way Valentina responded to them, as if she agreed with him, as if she had already chosen her side.

At that moment his grip tightened at his sides. He could feel the heat creeping up his neck.

Valentina... She was supposed to be his.

And yet, here she was, smiling beside Raymond like she didn’t have a care in the world. As if everything he thought she shared with him meant nothing now.

But she shouldn’t worry.

Very, very soon, she would understand why he had made those decisions back then.

The moment the massive steel doors slid open, revealing the special showroom, the atmosphere shifted. The lighting was dim, accentuating the sleek, glossy body of the car resting on the polished platform. A Lamborghini Veneno Rosa, a special edition—one of only a few ever made—stood in front of them, gleaming under the soft spotlights.

The car was breathtaking.

At that moment a soft gasp rippled through the crowd. Even Maria and Chloe, who had been hell-bent on belittling Raymond and Valentina, couldn’t hide their momentary awe.

"Wow..." someone murmured.

It was the kind of car that demanded attention, its aerodynamic edges sharp and precise, its interior visible through the slightly ajar scissor doors, showcasing custom pink leather seats with golden accents.

But while others admired the beauty of the car, Raymond’s gaze remained steady on Valentina. He knew her far too well. He had watched her admire vehicles before. He had seen the way her eyes would sparkle when she truly liked something. And right now... they weren’t sparkling.

Pink wasn’t her color. She appreciated the aesthetic, yes, but she would never choose it for herself.

And he knew that.

That was when Maria’s voice broke through the silence, loud and condescending.

"Well, well, well," she sneered, her arms crossed. "We’re all here now, aren’t we? And since you’ve been running your mouth all this while, Raymond—why don’t you go ahead and buy the car?"

At that moment Chloe smirked beside her mother, her arms folded as well. "That’s right. Since you were bragging so much about getting something ’worthy’ of Valentina, this should be it, shouldn’t it?"

The tension in the room thickened as all eyes turned to Raymond.

He didn’t flinch.

However his expression remained composed, unfazed by their provocation. He could feel Liam’s expectant gaze on him, could sense the silent challenge lingering in the air.

They wanted to humiliate him.

They wanted him to hesitate, to struggle, to back out.

But they had no idea who they were dealing with.

The entire room fell silent for a second, as if everyone was waiting for Raymond’s response. Even the sales attendant, despite remaining professional, glanced at him with slight skepticism.

"Sir," she asked, her voice polite but tinged with expectation. "Will you be purchasing this car?"

Raymond’s expression remained calm, his gaze unwavering.

"No."

The second that word left his lips, the silence shattered.

Maria let out a sharp laugh, clapping her hands together as if she had just heard the most ridiculous joke of her life.

"Did you all hear that?" she sneered, turning to Chloe, who had already started shaking her head in mock disappointment. "This fool really came all the way here to embarrass himself!"

At that moment Chloe crossed her arms, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

"I knew it. I knew it from the start," she said smugly.

"He had no money. He was just putting on a show."

Maria’s laughter grew louder. "Valentina, oh my God, you actually fell for this?" She turned toward Valentina, eyes gleaming with cruel delight.

"You—of all people—actually believed this nobody, this nekompu, this fool?"

Her voice was dripping with mockery.

"This man," she continued, gesturing at Raymond like he was some kind of sideshow act, "has been playing you from the very beginning. Did you actually think he could afford a car like this? Did you really think he was anything more than a joke?"

Chloe smirked, leaning in slightly. "Honestly, Valentina," she said in a sickly sweet voice, "I’m almost impressed. You went through so much trouble—surgery, fake skin, fake face, fake everything—just to look decent, and still, you ended up with this loser."

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Liam said nothing, but the satisfaction on his face was clear. This was exactly what he had wanted—to watch Raymond crumble, to watch Valentina’s faith in him shatter.

Maria took a step forward, placing a hand on her chest as if she were overwhelmed by the absurdity of it all. "You know what’s funny?" she said, her voice lowering, making the moment even more dramatic. "You actually thought you belonged here."

Then she threw her head back and laughed.

Maria and Chloe were still laughing, their voices sharp and cutting, as if they had just witnessed the most humiliating moment of Raymond’s life. The way they sneered at him, the way they mocked Valentina, it was clear—they thought this was their victory.

Raymond, however, remained unfazed.

He turned to Valentina, with a soft, knowing smile playing at his lips. His voice was calm, almost teasing, as he spoke.

"This isn’t your favorite color."

Immediately Valentina blinked, caught off guard.

"What?"

"The car," Raymond said, tilting his head toward the sleek pink Lamborghini. "It’s not your favorite color."

Maria scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Oh, please. Now he’s acting like he knows everything about her."

Chloe smirked. "Right? You barely even know her, and yet here you are, making ridiculous claims."

But Raymond wasn’t listening to them. His focus remained entirely on Valentina.

She stared at him, confused. They had never once talked about the kind of colors she liked when it came to cars. How did he know? How did he just—guess that?

Because he was right.

She had always disliked pink when it came to cars. It was too flashy, too loud, too... not her.

Yet, they had never discussed it.

At that moment ger curiosity grew even more.

"How did you know?" she asked, her voice quieter now, her gaze locked on his.