My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 133

Valentina’s feet kicked slightly, her hands clawing at his arm, trying to loosen his grip, but it was no use. Her breath was stuck in her throat, her chest rising with short, desperate gasps. The pressure around her neck was suffocating. Her eyes widened in fear, she tried to scream, but nothing came out.

Then her vision began to blur. The noise of the street, the wind, the faint sound of her phone buzzing in her purse—it all became distant, like she was slipping underwater.

Then her arms dropped slightly, her was strength draining fast.

And just as her body began to go limp.

Damon dropped her.

She hit the ground hard, coughing and gasping, her hands flying to her neck as she pulled in air like it was the only thing keeping her alive. Her whole body trembled.

Above her, Elvis straightened his collar, looking down at her with cold eyes.

"You have two days before," he said flatly. "but I’ve changed my mind."

He leaned in just enough for her to hear the venom in his voice. "You now have five hours. If I don’t hear from you by then... I’m coming back."

He turned and walked off without looking back.

At that moment in time Valentina still remained on the ground, hands still around her throat, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her breathing was ragged, her chest heaving as reality crashed back into her.

Everything had been going well,Her career, her confidence. Her life, And now... the nightmare she thought was buried was standing at her door again.

Valentina sat on the cold pavement, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her hand clutched her neck, her fingers trembling as she felt the throbbing pain shoot down her throat and shoulders. Every breath she took felt heavy—tight, she had almost blacked out. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Her lips quivered as she whispered to herself, "What does he want from me? Why won’t he just leave me alone? Can’t he just... let me live?"

Her whole body shook, the weight of the moment crashing into her chest.

Without thinking twice, she fumbled for her phone, her fingers barely steady enough to tap the screen. She found Raymond’s name.

She pressed call, It rang once,

Twice then his voice came through.

"Valentina?"

As soon as she tried to speak, her sob broke through the line.

Then Raymond froze.

Immediately his pupils contracted. immediately his hands clenched at his sides. Even the air around him seemed to still as that single sound of her crying hit his ear.

At that moment a growl began low in his throat—inhuman, deep, and vibrating with rage.

"Valentina..." he said again, this time slower. His voice wasn’t gentle anymore—it was sharp

"What happened?"

Valentina tried to speak, but her voice cracked again. "I need your Somebody’s after me," she choked out. "He’s threatening me—he wants to destroy everything—he grabbed me, he—"

"Stop Valentina," Raymond said, voice firm. "You’re talking too fast. Calm down. Just breathe."

Valentina wiped her tears with the back of her trembling hand. Her voice was quieter now, shaky but clearer. "He... he almost killed me, Raymond. He pressed my neck so hard—I couldn’t breathe."

Then she paused, swallowing hard as her chest rose and fell.

"All of this started because of fear. Back then... because of what my Step mother did. The way she used me... I said yes just to escape."

Her voice broke again.

"But now... I don’t even know what to do. He’s back. And he’s worse."

There was silence on the other end, then Raymond’s voice dropped to something darker. Something colder.

"I’m going to help you."

It was a promise wrapped in fury, Valentina froze, hearing the rage he was holding back. Then Raymond caught himself and pulled in a breath, trying to calm the burning inside him.

"Do you know where he lives?" he asked, more composed now.

"Yes," Valentina replied weakly. "Yes, I do."

"Good," Raymond said. "Send me the address. And don’t worry. I’m coming to pick you up right now. We’ll go to the hospital and make sure your neck’s okay."

Valentina nodded slowly, even though he couldn’t see her. "No problem... I’m waiting. I feel so disoriented right now."

"Just hold on," Raymond said firmly. "I’m on my way."

Immediately the call ended.

And Raymond... was not having it.

Damon stepped out of his car with a confused scowl on his face. The air around his mansion was unusually quiet—too quiet. Normally, he had more than twenty men stationed outside, armed, alert, visible.

Today... no one, he glanced left and right, his brows furrowing.

"Where the hell is everyone?"

The three bodyguards with him exchanged uneasy glances, their hands slowly inching toward their belts as they scanned the grounds.

No footsteps, no chatter.

Not even the hum of the usual patrol vehicles.

"Boss... something’s off," one of them muttered.

"I can see that, idiot," Damon snapped, his tone low and cautious.

Still, with curiosity and rising tension, they approached the massive front doors. Damon pushed them open, and the eerie silence only deepened. The wide marble floor gleamed under the lights, untouched... undisturbed.

But not a soul in sight.

Immediately Damon’s heartbeat slowed, his instincts sharpening.

He had fifteen more men stationed inside—always on alert, always watching every corner of the house.

Today... nothing, not a footstep. Not a whisper. The mansion was hollow.

Immediately he motioned for his guards to follow as he walked deeper into the house, every step echoing louder than usual. When they reached the upper level, he made his way to his private chamber—his sanctuary. The place no one dared to enter without his permission.

But as he pushed the door open he stopped.

His three guards froze too, there, in the center of the room, seated on his chair, legs crossed casually as if he owned the place... was a man.

The shadows played over his face, but his presence was cold.

Then, with a calm, low voice that echoed in the quiet air, the man said—

"Welcome back."