My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 167

At that moment Valentina couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Her eyes had been fixed on Raymond since they entered the car, her heart still racing with everything that had just happened. The calm way he sat, like nothing extraordinary had just gone down, made her feel even more confused.

So, at that moment, she finally spoke, her voice soft but filled with wonder.

"Raymond... I don’t think you quite understand what just happened back there."

Then Raymond turned slightly, looking at her with a calm smile.

Valentina continued. "The way... the manner in which you joined—how Adrian respected you, how everything just went on so seamlessly, like everything had been rehearsed. It was just too much. And... you didn’t even say anything."

She shook her head slowly, still trying to piece it all together.

"I didn’t quite understand. That Adrian guy... is he the friend you said you have inside GSK?" Her eyes searched his face, needing clarity.

Then Raymond gave a small nod and said with ease, "Yes. That’s him. That’s the friend I was referring to."

Valentina blinked. "Wait, so that’s the man?"

He nodded again, confirming it.

Immediately there was a long pause. Valentina was still trying to wrap her head around the connections, how everything was flowing as if Raymond had already mapped out every second.

She hesitated, then gently added, "I’m sorry for asking all this, but... how did you two even meet? I mean, from the look of things, your parents also partnered with GSK, right?"

Raymond didn’t rush his answer. "Yes. Sterling Designs is actually under GSK. It has been, for years."

Valentina slowly nodded, but the curiosity in her eyes remained. "Then... how did you and Adrian know each other?"

Raymond leaned back slightly, his voice steady and unbothered.

"Well," he said with a faint smile, "we were friends.

At that moment Raymond kept his gaze on the road, the gentle hum of the car engine the only sound for a moment.

But inside Raymond’s head, everything wasn’t that simple.

Adrian...wasn’t anyone but Benjamin.

That was his real name. The man Valentina had always known as her kind, calculating, quiet father... wasn’t even who she thought he was.

Raymond’s fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel.

He’s a ghost with more than five faces. Five names. Five histories. Five deaths waiting to be faked when the time is right.

And adrian is just one of them. The world calls him different things depending on which mask he’s wearing that season. But to him, and to the people behind the curtain, he’s always been Benjamin.

He knew the system well—how people like Benjamin moved when someone got too close to the truth. Disappear. Fade. Let the world believe a version that kept everyone safe... or at least controlled.

Even her mother wasn’t who she said she was. She had her own set of identities—five, maybe more. All carefully built. All dangerous if being Provoked.

Raymond exhaled slowly, Raymond’s eyes shifted slightly as he stared through the windshield, the city lights casting soft glows against the glass. Valentina sat beside him, quiet but not distracted. She was thinking—he could tell.

That silence between them? It wasn’t awkward. It was thoughtful.

Then he glanced at her and said calmly, "You don’t seem like the party type. But you told Sha we’d come. Why?"

Valentina looked at him with a small, tired smile.

"You’re right. I don’t like parties," she admitted with a light sigh. "I don’t like noise. I don’t like being around too many people."

She turned to the window again, watching the blur of cars pass. "But Sha... she’s been a close friend. Since school. And this means a lot to her. She’s trying to start again. To feel confident. I want to be there for her."

Raymond nodded slowly, understanding more than he let on.

"I wouldn’t have gone," she added honestly, turning back to him, "if you weren’t coming. But since you are... I feel safe. And besides," she smiled a little now, "I got what I came for. The contract. Ten billion dollars in one afternoon... that’s not something to regret."

Raymond kept one hand on the wheel, his other resting calmly against the door, but his tone changed—sharper, focused.

"Valentina," he said slowly, his gaze flicking toward her, "has anyone been bothering you lately?"

At that moment she blinked, unsure where the question came from.

"Like... stalking you?" he added. "Before the fire—did you ever feel like someone was watching you? Forcing you into something... or making you uncomfortable?"

Valentina didn’t answer right away.

Raymond’s voice softened but carried weight. "Is there anyone like that still hanging around?"

Valentina lowered her gaze. Her fingers curled slightly against her thigh. "Why are you asking me this?" she whispered.

Raymond didn’t press yet. He just waited. Calm but patient. Protective.

Valentina hesitated. Then, quietly, she spoke.

"There’s... one person. One guy."

Then She glanced at Raymond, watching his expression as she spoke the name.

"Damien Bushman."

However Raymond’s face didn’t change, but something in the air felt heavier.

Valentina continued, her voice a little strained now.

"Even before the fire, he was always around. Showing up places I didn’t expect him. At first, I thought it was just coincidence, but later... I knew someone was watching me."

She looked away, voice dropping lower. "I’m sure he arranged it. Someone was watching me, I just... didn’t have proof."

Valentina’s eyes stared blankly through the window, her voice low and steady—but there was tension in it. The kind of quiet only fear can mold.

"He... he always seemed to know everything I did," she said softly. "Every move I made, where I went, what I wore, who I was with."

She looked down, fingers nervously brushing her palm.

"Even when I blocked his number... somehow, he’d still send a message. Sometimes from a new line. Other times from an unknown one."

Raymond didn’t interrupt, but his knuckles tightened just slightly on the steering wheel.

Valentina gave a tired, almost bitter laugh. "And just when I’d think he was finally gone... boom. A message would come in. Sometimes vague. Sometimes disgusting."

She turned slightly, her voice lowering even more. "After the fire... people said he had travelled out. That he wasn’t even in the country anymore."

She swallowed hard. "But I still don’t feel safe."