My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 134

At that moment The air in the room dropped to a sharp chill.

Damon—the boss of the Black Bear—and his three subordinates stood frozen at the doorway, their eyes locked on the figure seated boldly in the center of the chamber.

Raymond however He didn’t stand.

He didn’t even flinch, One leg crossed over the other, his fingers resting calmly on the armrest, gaze steady—cold, composed.

The silence was thick, At that moment the three subordinates exchanged glances, confused, almost offended.

Without wasting anymore time one of them took a sharp step forward, pointing a finger. "Who the hell are you? You got a death wish or something?"

He scoffed, voice rising with irritation. "You deaf or blind? Get the hell off our boss’s chair and get on your knees. That’s the last time I’m going to say it."

Hearing the man threat Raymond didn’t move, he didn’t blink.

He simply tilted his head, voice calm—low but dangerous.

"I didn’t come here to talk to bodyguards."

The tone sent a strange ripple through the room.

"I came here to teach a lesson," he continued, "one that none of you will forget, even after your next life."

At that moment the three men stiffened. Then Damon narrowed his eyes ,he couldn’t believe a common word come into his house and this has the guts to threaten him.

"A lesson?" one of them echoed, laughing nervously. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

Another stepped forward, hand twitching toward his waistband. "You from some rival gang? You walk in here like this—into Black Bear territory—and you think you’ll walk out?"

"Do you even know where you are?" the last one added, voice rising. "You think this is a joke? Or are you just looking to die tonight?"

They kept talking, the arrogance in their tone thick.

But Raymond didn’t respond, he just sat there... completely unbothered.

However Before one of his men could take another step, Damon scoffed and growled, "So this is what this is about? Because I said I didn’t want a scene? You think that’s permission to run your mouth in my house?"

His voice thundered through the chamber now, no longer amused. "Get off that chair right now, or I’ll personally cut off one of your legs and watch you crawl out of here like the dog you are!"

But before his men could take another threatening step—

They blinked, and Raymond was gone from the seat.

Gone—but now in front of them, Like smoke, like a whisper.

None of them saw him move. One second, he was on the chair. The next, he was standing inches away from them. Then—crack.

In the blur of a heartbeat, Raymond’s hand was wrapped around the neck of one of the guards. He lifted him effortlessly off the ground like he weighed nothing.

Immediately the guard gasped, his legs kicking.

And then—snap, the sound of bone breaking echoed through the air like thunder. The man’s spine cracked at the base of his neck.

However Raymond didn’t stop.

With the same hand, he turned and slammed the man’s head against the wall. The impact exploded with a sickening thud. Blood splattered.

The body dropped like a stone.

Upon seeing what what had just happened the other two froze in terror, eyes wide, unable to process what they just saw.

And then they turned—horrified.

All around the room, all over the corners, at the base of the stairs.

Behind the couches, the guards—the missing ones. The twenty stationed outside. The fifteen from inside.

All of them...Dead, Laid out like a silent graveyard, Brutally, mercilessly taken out.

The smell of blood was thick in the air now.

And Raymond stood in the center of it all, calm—untouched—his eyes glowing faintly red.

At that moment the remaining two bodyguard wanted to run away when Raymond did same time to them.

Immediately Damon fell to his knees with a heavy thud, the floor cold against his skin as his hands trembled uncontrollably. His eyes, wide with panic, locked on Raymond—this... creature—this thing that moved like a shadow and killed like death itself.

He had never feared a man before.

But this...this wasn’t a man.

"P-please..." Damon stammered, his voice breaking as his pride shattered. "Whatever you want, I’ll pay it—I’ll make it right."

However Raymond didn’t speak.

He didn’t blink, he just walked.

One step at a time, Slow, Silent.

And Damon felt his entire world closing in with every click of Raymond’s shoes against the floor.

"I swear—I swear I’ll fix it what ever I did," Damon gasped, raising his voice. "Five million dollars. I’ll wire it now. Just say the word."

Raymond didn’t slow, ten feet away.

"I’ll give you ten—ten million!" Elvis cried, his voice rising in desperation. "Twenty! Thirty!"

Raymond was now only five steps away.

Damon dropped lower, head almost touching the floor as he shouted, "Fifty million! My house! My cars! Every account I own! Everything! I’ll give it all—please! Just don’t kill me. I’ll disappear. You’ll never see me again."

At that moment Raymond finally stopped, Right in front of him.

Then, slowly, like he had all the time in the world, he pulled the same chair he had sat on before... and sat again.

Leg crossed, back straight, his Face calm.

Damon was still shaking, his voice barely above a whisper now. "I’m sorry... please... I’m so sorry..."

Raymond didn’t say a word, not a single sound escaped his lips.

He just sat there, eyes glowing a deep, searing red—burning with hunger, rage, and something far beyond human. His face didn’t twitch. His body didn’t move. But the pressure in the room... it was suffocating.

At that moment in time Damon could barely breathe.

"Please..." he whimpered, his voice cracking as he dropped his forehead to the floor. " whatever I did, I don’t know what came over me. I swear, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do anything. If—if I did something wrong, if I crossed a line, I’ll pay. I’ll pay everything. Please..."

Still, Raymond remained silent.

Then slowly, he turned his head—his crimson gaze locking onto Damon like a predator eyeing prey.

Then Damon froze even more.

His knees buckled further. The weight of that stare paralyzed him.

Then Raymond finally moved.

One hand lifted, then the other.

And with a cold, smooth motion, he leaned forward in the chair—his voice deep, low, almost unrecognizable.

"You said... you did nothing?"

Immediately Damon blinked rapidly, nodding in fear. "Yes—yes, I mean—I didn’t mean harm. I didn’t know—"

" How dare you touched my wife."

Raymond’s words cut the air like a blade.

Damon’s mouth opened... but nothing came out.

"You laid your filthy hand on her," Raymond continued, standing up now, slow and steady. "You squeezed her neck. You tried to kill her."

The blood drained from Damon’s face.

Because now he remembered—he remembered that moment. Her tear-streaked face. The way he pressed her neck.

And now...Now he remembered the warning too.

Valentina had said it before, and Raymond just said him.

If anyone ever touched his wife—anyone—he would cut off the hand... or destroy the person completely.

And Damon had done more than that.

He hadn’t just touched her, he had tried to take her life.

At that moment Raymond’s voice was low and final. freёweɓnovel.com

"For that..."

He took one step forward.

"You’re going to die."

The room was heavy with silence. The tension, sharp enough to tear through steel, hung between them like a blade.

Damon sat frozen, barely breathing.

Because now, everything was sinking in.

He hadn’t just touched someone’s wife but it wasn’t the man standing in front of him.

He had touched Valentina, and Raymond...Wasn’t human.

Everything Maria had hinted at, every whisper, every warning—he had brushed it off. she didn’t mention anything of this, But now, sitting there, staring into the crimson eyes of the man before him, he knew—This wasn’t a man, this was death wearing skin.

"I... I think there’s a mistake," Elvis stammered, voice trembling. "It wasn’t like that. I didn’t know. I didn’t touch your wife I swear—there’s a misunderstanding—"

At that moment Raymond’s jaw clenched, his voice dropped, barely more than a growl.

"Valentina."

The name echoed like thunder.

"Do you remember that name?" Raymond asked, stepping forward slowly. "Do you remember placing your filthy hands around her neck... choking the life out of her?"

Immediately Damon’s eyes widened as full realization slammed into him.

He remembered now.

And he remembered exactly what he did, he couldn’t believe this beast was here husband.

"No—no, wait—" he tried to speak, but it was too late.

Raymond’s hand shot forward like lightning, clamping tightly around ’s throat. The grip was unforgiving—stone-like.

Damon gasped, hands clawing at Raymond’s arm as his feet left the floor.

He was lifted—effortlessly—as if he weighed nothing.

Like a doll, a weak, trembling, gasping doll.

At that moment Damon struggled, legs kicking, lips moving with unfinished apologies.

But Raymond didn’t flinch.

Didn’t hesitate, with a sudden, brutal force, he turned—and slammed Elvis’s head into the nearest pillar. Crack. The sound echoed across the chamber.

Then again.

"Crack."

Then again.

And again.

Until the pillar hand some cracks, and Damon’s skull broke with it.

Only then did Raymond release the lifeless body, It dropped to the ground with a dull, final thud.

At that moment Raymond stood still, his breath low. Cold.

Only then... was he satisfied.