My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 86

Raymond could see the way she was still hesitating, her fingers gripping the hem of her dress as if grounding herself. He sighed and leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"I like the way you do things, the way you think about others before yourself. But this time, you should just let me take care of things. Trust me."

Valentina exhaled shakily, nodding slightly, but deep inside, she still couldn’t shake the feeling of unease.

A car this expensive... she didn’t want anyone in Raymond’s family to think she was extravagant or taking advantage of their wealth, that would be so sad to her.

Raymond studied her face, as if reading every thought running through her mind. Then, with a small smirk, he added, "And if you’re worried about what people will think... what if I tell you, Valentina, that you’re not just married into a wealthy family—but to the wealthiest men in the world?"

Hearing what Raymond just said.

Valentina blinked, her lips pressing together as she tried to process Raymond’s words. Was he serious? Was he joking? His confidence, the way he spoke as if it was an undeniable fact, sent her thoughts spinning.

Then, a slow, amused smile crept onto her face. It wasn’t the kind of smile that burst out of joy but the kind that lingered—warm, amused, and filled with something deeper.

"Well," she finally said, tilting her head slightly, her eyes meeting his. "Then I must be the luckiest woman in the world."

Raymond smirked, watching her with a satisfied glint in his eyes, although he knows she doesn’t believe him.

"Of course, you are," he said, his voice smooth, unwavering. "And the happiest."

Valentina couldn’t help it—she laughed. A soft, genuine laugh that carried a mix of disbelief and admiration. There was something about Raymond—how he always knew exactly what to say, how he had a way of turning her worries into nothing with just a few words.

At that moment She shook her head, exhaling as she looked at him.

"You always know how to do this, don’t you?"

"Do what?" he asked, tilting his head slightly, as if he truly didn’t know what she meant.

She nudged his arm lightly.

"Lift me up. Even when I don’t realize I need it."

Then Raymond chuckled, his fingers brushing against hers in a touch so casual, yet so deliberate. "That’s because you’re my wife, Valentina."

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper.

"And I can’t have my wife walking around with unnecessary worries when she should be enjoying the life I’m giving her."

Valentina rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. "You’re impossible."

"And you love it."

She sighed, but her laughter didn’t fade. She did love it—the way he made her feel, the way he turned her doubts into something trivial, something that no longer held weight. With Raymond, she didn’t feel lost. She didn’t feel like she had to justify every move she made.

She felt... safe.

And for now, that was enough.

Maria and Chloe stared, their faces frozen in disbelief. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. They had expected Raymond to crumble the moment the price was revealed, for him to stutter, to back down, to accept his place. Yet, here he was—still standing tall, still speaking with the same unwavering confidence, still acting as though buying a $3 million car was nothing.

At that moment Chloe clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms again. freeweɓnovel.cøm

"What the hell is he trying to do?" she whispered to her mother, her voice low and laced with frustration.

"This isn’t right. He should have backed down by now."

Maria, equally as stunned, pursed her lips.

"I don’t know," she admitted, eyes narrowing at Raymond. "But I don’t like it."

Liam, on the other hand, was no longer just surprised—he was furious. His chest tightened as he watched the scene unfold. The way Raymond had just kissed Valentina’s forehead, the way he spoke to her as if he owned her, as if he was the only man in her world—it was unbearable.

His jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. Enough was enough. He had played it cool for too long, given Raymond too much room to breathe, to exist in a space that wasn’t meant for him.

And now, watching Valentina smile up at Raymond as if he was everything, Liam felt something snap inside him.

He wouldn’t let this continue, not anymore.

Raymond was about to learn the difference between them—the difference in class, in power, in everything that separated a man like Liam from a nobody like him.

Then a slow smirk curled on Liam’s lips, but his eyes held nothing but cold determination.

’Don’t worry, I’m going to show you exactly where you belongs.’

He whisper to himself.

Liam didn’t say a word, but in his mind, the decision was already made. He wasn’t going to let Raymond have this win. He refused to stand by and watch that bastard parade around like he belonged here—like he was worthy.

With a controlled breath, Liam slipped his phone out of his pocket and quickly typed a message to the dealership’s manager who was his friend.

[Hold the white Lamborghini. Don’t let anyone buy it. I’ll take it at a later date.

He made sure to mention the exact model of the car Raymond had chosen. There was no way he would allow Raymond to walk out of here with something so grand. He would give the car to Valentina later, or rather see the car rot in this showroom than let Raymond have it.

Liam smirked. He knew the manager personally—had dealt with him on multiple occasions. There was no doubt the man would listen to him. Money spoke louder than words, and in this place, Liam’s voice was absolute.

As he sent the message, Chloe’s eyes flickered to him, noticing his movements.

She saw the way he was typing something, her lips curling slightly in amusement.

So he finally decided to step up?

A satisfied smile spread across her face as she glanced at her mother. If Liam was handling things, then there was nothing to worry about.

But then, as she looked back, her expression shifted.

At that moment across the showroom, Kelly stood tall—elegant, poised, completely unbothered. He was wearing a perfectly fitted suit, the kind that made him look effortlessly powerful.

And as he walked, his presence commanded attention.