Semua Bab Sugar Daddy Vampire: Bab 1 - Bab 7

The mansion sat like a secret carved into the hillside, half-swallowed by the fog that clung to the trees like a living thing. Its windows glowed with a soft, golden pulse, warm, inviting, and yet somehow ominous. It wasn’t just a building. It was a presence. Watching. Chloe stood at the foot of the long, winding stone driveway, her breath caught somewhere between awe and anxiety. The iron gates had closed behind her the moment she passed through them silently, without a creak or warning. A chill moved down her spine as if the air itself had changed the moment she entered the estate grounds. She adjusted the hem of her black dress, the one she saved for job interviews and funerals. Tight in the right places, modest where it needed to be, but now it felt flimsy and insubstantial against the weight of the place. The mansion was beautiful, yes but it radiated power, age, secrecy. Her heels clicked against the stone path as she walked, each step louder than the last in the thick silen

It began with silence. Then shadows. Chloe stood in a vast, endless space. There were no walls, no ceiling just thick darkness, as if the world had been turned off. Her bare feet touched nothing. She spun slowly, trying to find a path, a shape, something to hold onto. Then came the white cloud. It hovered a few feet away from her, shapeless and swirling, glowing faintly. It looked like smoke and silk and soft fog all at once. It had no face, no body. But it had a voice. And it sounded like her own thoughts. Familiar. Intimate. “Tell me about today,” it whispered. Chloe blinked. “What?” “Tell me what happened. Don’t lie.” She hesitated, then sighed. “I went to the mansion.” The cloud shimmered, as if pleased. “And?” “I don’t know who he is. But he made me feel…” She blushed. “He made me feel things. Deep things.” “You liked it,” the voice said with a slow curl of pleasure. “Your body still remembers. You’re wet just talking about it.” Chloe scoffed, glancing

The marble floors glistened beneath Chloe’s boots as she stepped into the heart of the luxury mall. She moved slowly, carefully, like someone stepping into a dream they didn’t quite believe was real. High ceilings, soft piano music in the background, glass storefronts showcasing mannequins draped in clothing that cost more than her life savings. This wasn’t just a mall. It was a temple for the rich. And Chloe was a stranger at the altar. Upon entering one particular store, her breath slipped away. A rush of cool air brushed over her bare arms, and the scent washed over her like an intoxicating wave. It wasn’t perfume or air freshener; it was the aroma of wealth soft leather, zesty citrus, freshly steamed linen, and whatever elusive fragrance the rich inhaled to remind themselves they’re better. Shelves of sleek handbags gleamed as if they were sacred artifacts, and dresses hung like masterpieces in an art gallery, untouched and revered. She took a tentative step closer, drawn