All Chapters of Sugar Daddy Vampire: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Valerius’s expression was carved from stone as Chloe shoved the mic at him again. “Sing,” she demanded. “No.” “Dance with me, then.” “No.” Chloe planted her hands on her hips. “You’re no fun.” “I am not here for fun,” he replied dryly. “Then why are you here?” she shot back, smirking. His silence was damning. She laughed, grabbed his cold hand, and tugged him up before he could argue. “C’mon, just one dance. No one’s watching, well… except me. And I’m already in love with myself, so you’re safe.” Valerius let out a low growl of frustration but didn’t pull away. Chloe swayed with him to the beat of a cheesy ballad, her hair brushing his chest, her laughter breaking through the noise. He didn’t move much, but she didn’t care. She rested her forehead against him, humming into the curve of his throat. “You see?” she whispered. “This is what I mean. Moments like this. Human. Silly. Messy.” He said nothing, but the faintest smile tugged at his lips. Later, when the machine shut

A sharp nudge at her shoulder dragged Chloe out of a heavy, alcohol-stained sleep. “Sugar” Valerius’s voice broke through the fog in her skull, deep and annoyingly clear. “Wake up.” Her head throbbed like a drum. She groaned and rolled over, burying her face in the cool stone of the mountain ledge. “Don’t call me that right now. I’m dying.” “You’re not dying,” he said, amusement curling at the edge of his words. “You’re hungover. And you’re about to miss what you dragged me up here for.” She cracked one eye open. The horizon was bleeding gold and crimson, the first edges of dawn unfurling over the valley below. “Oh,” she whispered. Even with her skull splitting and her mouth dry, the sight stole her breath. Valerius didn’t look at the sunrise. He was watching her. Chloe swallowed, suddenly remembering every word she had spilled last night, the accusations, the fear, the confession that she hated him, needed him, was terrified of what she was becoming, the confession, telling hi

They brought her back to the penthouse like they were carrying a small, terrible god. Valerius moved with a priest’s economy, swift, efficient, careful. At the same time, Zoe scrambled, murmuring apologies through wet cheeks and fumbling at the cuffs that Valerius had used to restrain Chloe on the mountain. The penthouse smelled faintly of wax, cold iron, perfume, and ozone; it had never felt so small. Chloe’s skin was paper-thin beneath the flash of the city lights. Her pupils were blown black; the whites of her eyes were laced with dark, webbed veins. She screamed sometimes, an animal keening, a human wail braided into one. “Set her in the corner,” Valerius said to Melinda and Diana without looking at them. “Away from the windows. Keep everything dim. No mirrors.” His voice was sharp and calm, a blade under silk. They did as he asked. They moved like people who knew their parts: Melinda produced soft binding rags steeped in herbs, Diana murmured a quick, shallow ward to muffle

The woods pressed close around them, ancient and whispering, the air damp with the promise of rain. Melinda’s lantern threw a thin golden circle across the underbrush, while Diana’s fingers skimmed the brittle pages of an open grimoire, muttering directions as if the forest itself were listening. “The locator spell didn’t lie,” Diana said, her voice tight. “The Purine flower is here. But it won’t open until the full moon, five nights from now.” Melinda exhaled sharply, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Five nights is too long. Chloe doesn’t have five nights.” Diana paused, eyes flashing with both determination and fear. “I know. Valerius told us to do what we could—so that’s exactly what we’re going to do. There has to be a way to force the bloom.” They stepped into a clearing, and there—half-hidden among jagged stones—was the plant. Its slender stem curled upward like a secret, its petals closed tight in sleep, glowing faintly with a silver-blue sheen as though moonli

Chloe’s scream had ebbed into silence. What remained was only the faint rise and fall of her chest as she slumped, unconscious, against Valerius’s arms. The witch’s hand hovered briefly over her forehead. His expression, unreadable as ever, shifted into a grave calm. “Do not fear. She is cured. But the cure must root itself inside her body. Until then, she will sleep.” Valerius searched Chloe’s face, brushing away a stray strand of hair damp with sweat. Relief cut through him so sharply it almost ached. “When she wakes… she will be herself again?” “Fully human. No thirst. No hunger for blood.” The witch inclined his head. “But the body cannot fight such forces without rest. Let her sleep.” Valerius released a long breath he had not realized he was holding. Carefully, he removed the chains from Chloe’s wrists, each metallic clink echoing like a vow. He gathered her into his arms with a gentleness that belied the tension in his shoulders. Then he turned to the cloaked figure. His v