All Chapters of Sugar Daddy Vampire: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The drive back from the prison was silent, the G-wagon cutting through the city like a shadow. Chloe sat pressed against the leather seat, hands clutched in her lap, her eyes staring blankly out the window. The neon lights flickered against her face, but she barely noticed them. Valerius drove with the precision of a predator, jaw tight, hands steady on the wheel. Lucius lounged beside her, casual as ever, whistling softly, but even his easy tone could not break the tension in the car. Chloe’s chest felt heavy, her mind replaying every detail. Her father, her own blood had used her as bait. And Valerius had delivered justice in a way that left no doubt about the price of betrayal. She had survived, yes, but at what cost? “He’s… gone,” she whispered, almost to herself. “Not gone,” Valerius corrected softly. “Just corrected.” His voice held no malice, only a quiet authority that made her shiver. “You will not be used as a pawn again. That is what matters.” Chloe swallowed hard, try

Chloe’s scream tore through the penthouse like glass shattering. Her throat ached with it, her chest tight, her heart hammering so violently she thought she might faint. She scrambled back against the headboard, breath coming in frantic gasps. “No… no, no, no…” And then the figure grinned. “Happy Halloween!” Chloe’s jaw dropped. “What the fuck?!” Zoe threw her hands up dramatically, wobbling a little as the fake ghost makeup cracked along her cheeks. “Did I get you? Oh my God, you should’ve seen your face…” “I almost passed out!” Chloe snapped, half shrieking, half laughing despite herself. Her hands trembled, clutching the blanket to her chest. “You nearly killed me, Zoe!” By then, Melinda had come padding down the hallway, laughter bubbling out of her before Chloe could gather herself. She leaned against the doorframe, eyes sparkling. “Don’t look at me like that. We just wanted to cheer you up.” Zoe groaned and pointed at her, smudged black fingers leaving faint marks on her

The night began with drinks. Diana had come prepared, flashing a mischievous grin as she pulled out a slim silver flask from her bag. “To hot witches’ night out,” she declared, holding it aloft. The others laughed and clinked their plastic soda cups against it, Chloe already giggling from the buzz of the carnival atmosphere around them. The flask passed between them, burning sweetly down their throats, loosening nerves and heightening excitement. Then came the rides. They started with the pendulum, a massive swinging monster that launched them into the sky before dropping them into screaming chaos. Chloe’s heart hammered so hard she thought it might burst, but when she saw Zoe clinging to Melinda like her life depended on it, she couldn’t stop laughing. Diana, ever unbothered, threw her hands in the air the whole time, shouting, “Witches don’t fear gravity!” Cotton candy was next. Clouds of pastel spun sugar balanced precariously on paper sticks, melting on their tongues and stickin

The world was a blur when Chloe opened her eyes. Her head pounded, her wrists ached, and the cold air bit into her skin. She tried to move, only to hear the clinking of iron. Chains. Her vision cleared slowly, and she realized she wasn’t in the theme park anymore. She was in a chamber of stone, an underground cell lit by torches, their flames guttering against damp walls. Shadows danced across strange markings carved into the rock, symbols that seemed to pulse faintly, as if alive. Panic rushed through her chest. She tugged against the chains, but they were secured tight, binding her to the wall. The floor beneath her was damp, the scent of blood and rot seeping up from cracks in the stone. Footsteps echoed. From the shadows emerged figures in ash-gray robes, their faces hidden by masks carved with jagged lines like scars. They moved with ritual precision, silent and deliberate. One stepped forward, pulling back her hood. Chloe’s breath caught. A woman, tall and commanding,

Noah stood in the kitchen with Zoe, fingers drumming the laminate like he was trying to find a steady beat in the middle of chaos. The kettle clicked off somewhere behind them, steam curling from a forgotten mug, but the noise didn’t reach him, his world had narrowed to the wide, tired eyes of the woman in front of him. “Look,” he said finally, voice raw. “Everything’s been… too much. I mean, witches? Ashen Kin? Cults? Vampires? I keep thinking maybe you guys are all pranking me. Is Chloe a witch too? Are you a witch?” He laughed once, a short, disbelieving bark. “I don’t know what to believe anymore.” Zoe leaned back against the counter and let out a breath that was half exasperation, half pity. She wore her concern like a second skin. “No, Noah… we are not pranking you. This isn’t a stunt. You met a fraction of it tonight and you got hurt because of it. That’s real.” He swallowed hard. “So… explain. Please.” Zoe pushed off the counter and came forward, lowering her voice as if t