All Chapters of Sugar Daddy Vampire: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Marble dust filled the air, the floor beneath the masquerade littered with fragments of shattered stone and streaks of blood. The circle of vampires pressed closer, their jeweled masks glittering in the candlelight as the duel raged on. Sylas rose from the cracked floor with effortless grace, as though he had not been hurled like a rag doll. Blood ran from the corner of his mouth, but his smile was wider than ever. “Oh, you’ve still got it,” he said, voice ringing with delighted mockery. “But tell me, Valerius… are you fighting for her, or merely for your pride?” Valerius did not answer. He adjusted the tilt of his mask, his composure as controlled as ever, though Chloe saw the shallow cut across his chest, the crimson staining his shirt. His silence was its own kind of answer, cold and final. Sylas lunged again, and the duel became a blur of violence. They moved faster than Chloe’s eyes could follow, strikes clashing like thunder, claws meeting claws, fangs bared in flashes of w

The air in the penthouse was heavy with anticipation, the kind that clung to the skin like a second layer, electric and alive. Chloe stood at the edge of the bed, her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, eager gasps. Valerius moved towards her with a predatory grace. His eyes, dark and fathomless, locked onto hers, pulling her into a vortex of desire that threatened to consume them both. With a gentle but insistent hand, he guided her back towards the bed, their lips never parting. Chloe's legs brushed against the silk sheets, the luxurious fabric whispering against her skin as she lay down, her hair spilling across the pillow like a cascade of midnight. He followed, his body hovering over hers, his weight a comforting pressure that grounded her. In one fluid motion, he shifted, positioning himself behind her. Chloe felt his hardness press against her, a promise of what was to come. He entered her slowly, deliberately, his thrust a gentle invasion that made her a

Lucius leaned back against the banister, arms folded, his smile a sliver of mischief and malice both. His voice carried an ease that made the words land all the sharper. “Well,” he began, “they said that you have the drugs. You stole their drug, actually. And they are here to get it from you and kill you after you have given it back to them. So, I saved your life. You can thank me later, though.” His eyes slid from Valerius to Chloe, lingering just a fraction too long, the way a cat toys with a bird. “But first of all, I want to know, when did you start doing drugs? Or should I say, when did you get involved in pushing drugs?” His lips curled in a mockery of sympathy. “Isn’t my brother taking care of you enough?” Chloe’s stomach lurched. Heat shot to her face, not from guilt, but from the sting of the insult. Her lips parted in disbelief. “What?” Her voice cracked, the shock in it raw. “I don’t… drugs? I’ve never…” Lucius tilted his head, feigning disappointment. “Oh, Chloe. D

The morning light was cruel. It poured through the tall velvet-draped windows of Valerius's room like a spotlight she hadn’t asked for, gilding the sheets in gold but leaving her heart hollow. Valerius took her to his mansion since she didn't want to sleep in the penthouse after what had occurred. Chloe lay still, cocooned in silk and silence, staring at the ceiling with wide, unblinking eyes. She hadn’t slept. Every time her lids fell heavy, the memory of last night returned, not the bloodied corpses, not even the ritual but the revelation that carved her open from the inside. Her father. Her father had betrayed her. The thought was a poison that refused to leave her veins. She whispered it under her breath like a curse, as if she said it enough times it would stop sounding real. “He told them I stole the drugs… He wanted them to kill me…” Her voice cracked. No one answered. Valerius’s side of the bed was empty, sheets cold. She sat up slowly, fingers tightening in the b

Night swallowed the city whole. The streets gleamed with wet pavement, reflecting the glow of neon signs and the cold silver of the moon. Chloe sat rigid in the back of Valerius’s black G-wagon, her hands clutched tight in her lap as the car sped toward the edge of town. Lucius lounged beside her, humming to himself, while Valerius drove with predatory focus, his hands gripping the wheel like claws. “Relax, little dove,” Lucius murmured, leaning close enough that Chloe caught the faint scent of blood on his shirt. “We’re only going to watch my brother do what he does best. Punishment. Very entertaining, I assure you.” “Enough,” Valerius snapped. His voice cut through the air like a blade. “She’s here because her father made her a pawn. She’ll see what that costs him.” The car screeched to a stop before a crumbling warehouse on the docks. Rusted metal doors loomed before them, graffiti and shadows blending together. The night was unnaturally still. Chloe’s heart hammered. She knew w