Sugar Daddy Vampire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

Chloe sat curled up on the edge of the couch, a blanket clutched tightly around her shoulders as though it were armor. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. The chains were gone, but the weight of Cerys’s words pressed heavier than any iron shackle. Across from her, Zoe crouched low, her sharp eyes softened with something almost maternal. She reached out, brushing a strand of hair from Chloe’s damp cheek. “Hey. Breathe. You’re safe now.” Chloe shook her head, voice breaking. “Am I? Did you see the way he looked at me? He’ll never forgive me, he’ll never look at me the same again.” Zoe squeezed her hand firmly, grounding her. “Valerius isn’t as fragile as you think. He’s pissed, sure. Hurt? Definitely. But if he didn’t love you, Cerys’s little poison games wouldn’t have mattered.” Melinda, who had been pacing near the minibar, stopped and folded her arms. Her tone was blunt, but not unkind. “Zoe’s right. The man ripped out Cerys’s heart in front of us all, don’t you get it? That wasn’t

The drive back to the mansion was silent. Chloe sat curled against the window, the weight of Valerius’s words pressing against her chest like chains. Every passing shadow outside reminded her of the Ashen Kin’s lair, of the way death had breathed down her neck. She kept stealing glances at him, but his profile was unreadable, chiseled and cold, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the road like steel. Her stomach tightened when the mansion gates swung open and the car pulled in. She half-expected his fury to explode again, for him to drag her into his dark world of punishment and pain. She braced herself. But Valerius didn’t unleash hell. Instead, he led her inside, hand firm at her back but strangely steady. He brought her directly to his bedroom, the same room that still smelled of his cologne, still carried the weight of nights both tender and violent. He stood in the doorway, watching her sink down on the edge of the massive bed. His eyes lingered on her trembling hands, the faint pallor o

Diana knocked lightly before letting herself into Noah’s apartment. He opened the door, clearly not expecting her, and blinked in surprise. “Diana?” She strolled in as if she belonged there, dropping herself onto his sofa. “Nice place,” she said, her eyes wandering over the sleek décor and panoramic city view. “So, you all live in penthouses, huh? Must be nice. How many millions do you drop on this a month?” Noah shut the door behind her, brows knitting. “What are you doing here, Diana?” She shrugged, leaning back comfortably. “I just wanted to chill. It’s not like I’ve got anybody waiting at home, or anything else going on. So I figured, why not? Hope that’s okay.” He exhaled, still caught between irritation and amusement. “Yeah, sure. Want something to drink?” Diana’s lips curved into a mischievous smile. “What, you wanna drug me and fuck me?” Noah shot her a flat look. “You wish.” She laughed. “I wish? What’s that supposed to mean? You think you’re Chris Brown or Idris Elba

The sunlight cut through the sheer curtains, washing the bedroom in a soft golden haze. Diana stirred first, stretching languidly, the sheet slipping against bare skin. For a moment, she allowed herself the luxury of stillness, listening to Noah’s steady breathing beside her. Then reality intruded. Her eyes opened, and the memories of last night poured in, his lips, his hands, the way she had let her guard fall. Too much, too fast, too vulnerable. She slipped out from under him, padding barefoot toward the window. Her silhouette framed in the sunrise, she lit a cigarette with a flick of her fingers, inhaling deeply as if the smoke could mask her thoughts. Behind her, Noah’s voice was groggy but steady. “You always run the morning after?” She glanced over her shoulder, arching a brow. “You always ask questions you don’t want the answers to?” He sat up, hair mussed, sheets sliding down his torso. The smirk on his lips was lazy, but his eyes were sharp. “No, I actually want the answ

The little chrome-bell door jingled as Diana slid into the booth across from Melinda and Zoe. The diner smelled of coffee and syrup, the kind of place where conversations felt safe even when they weren’t. “So,” Diana started, stirring her milkshake with her straw. “Any word from Chloe?” “She’s with Valerius,” Zoe said, her tone calm but weighted. “At his place.” Melinda frowned. “And she’s okay?” “I think so,” Zoe replied. “I just… I hope Valerius didn’t do anything harsh. You know, about the whole cheating thing.” Her fingers drummed against the table. “I hope he forgives her. I hope they just settle everything and get back together. Chloe deserves peace.” There was a pause, the clink of dishes in the background, then Diana leaned forward, eyes narrowing with curiosity. “But tell me something…Chloe and Noah. Are they… close-close?” Melinda smirked. “Like romantically?” “Not really,” Zoe answered with a shrug. “I don’t think they have any romantic interest. They’re just… friend