Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sugar Daddy Vampire: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

The restaurant was bathed in golden light, the kind of place that looked effortlessly romantic without trying too hard. Soft jazz played in the background, the clink of glasses and the low murmur of conversations filling the space. Diana sat across from Emma, nervously twisting the stem of her wine glass between her fingers. “You look like you’re about to drill a hole through that glass,” Emma teased, her voice light, her smile radiant in the candlelight. Diana flushed. “I just… I don’t usually do this.” “Dinner?” “Dates,” Diana corrected, her lips quirking. “At least not ones that matter.” Emma tilted her head, her dark curls catching the glow of the light. “So this one matters?” Diana’s eyes flicked up to meet hers, caught in the warmth of Emma’s gaze. For a second, her walls wavered. “Yeah. It does.” Emma reached across the table, brushing her fingers lightly over Diana’s hand. The touch was soft, not demanding, but grounding. “Good. Because it matters to me too.” For a whi

The elevator pinged and the doors sighed open onto Chloe’s floor. Diana stepped out in a hurry, breath clouding in the cool hallway, still tasting adrenaline from the drive. She shouldered forward, then nearly ran into Noah standing by the door, hands in his pockets, looking unexpectedly out of place in the glossy foyer. “Hi, Diana,” he said, offhand, but his eyes were earnest. “Been trying to reach you. I… look, I don’t have your number, your address, anything. So I thought I’d try the long route.” She blinked. “Noah? Why are you trying to reach me?” He smiled, a little nervous now that the pretext was gone. “I wanted to talk. About us. About the other night. I know it wasn’t… planned. But I don’t want it to be a one-night thing. I like you, Diana. I want it to mean something.” Diana’s laugh came out sharp and defensive. “Wait… what? Okay, slow down.” She tucked a stray curl behind her ear, suddenly self-conscious. “I did what I did because, in the moment, you seemed like som

The floor-to-ceiling windows of Chloe Luxe headquarters flooded the sleek boardroom with morning light. The city stretched out beneath them, a glittering reminder of how far she had come. Just months ago, Chloe had been scrambling to make ends meet. Now she sat at the head of a long glass table, the gold CL emblem gleaming proudly on the wall behind her. Executives and department heads lined the table, papers and tablets spread out before them. The hum of discussion quieted as Chloe entered. She was dressed sharply, silk blouse, tailored trousers, and a faint sweep of luxury perfume. No one in this room would guess she was entangled with vampires and witches. Here, she was simply Chloe, the founder and creative force of Chloe Luxe. “Good morning, everyone,” she said, sliding into her chair. Her voice carried, calm but commanding. “Let’s get started.” The head of marketing leaned forward first. “Sales from the Velour Night lipstick line are still climbing by eighteen percent this

Chloe barely slept. Lucius’s words kept replaying in her head like a broken record, gnawing at her sanity. Her boss has been sexually harassing her. By morning, Chloe couldn’t take it anymore. She went straight to Zoe’s room. When Zoe opened the door in her robe, sleepy-eyed, Chloe didn’t even let her speak. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Chloe demanded, her voice sharp and breaking all at once. Zoe blinked, startled. “Chloe? What are you…” “Don’t do that,” Chloe cut in, stepping into the apartment before Zoe could stop her. “Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. Your boss has been sexually harassing you… You should have told me, Zoe. I’m your best friend. I’m supposed to protect you.” Zoe froze by the kitchen counter, mug trembling slightly in her hands. “Who told you?” Chloe’s heart sank at the confirmation in those three words. She wasn’t denying it. She wasn’t even surprised. “So it’s true?” she whispered, her chest tightening. “Zoe, for God’s sake…” Zoe

The backlash was immediate. By morning, Zoe’s boss had already hired one of the city’s most notorious PR sharks, a fixer known for twisting scandals until the victims came out looking like villains.Rachel slammed the latest article onto the table in Chloe’s penthouse. The headline glared in bold red letters:Restaurant Mogul Claims He’s Victim of “Vindictive Employee” in False Harassment Allegations.The photo beneath it was of Zoe, pulled from her Instagram, smiling in a sundress. The caption? “Not as innocent as she pretends.”Zoe’s stomach dropped. “Oh my God. That’s me. They’re using my pictures.”Avery, the comms director, swore under her breath. “Classic smear campaign. He’s trying to flip the script, make her look like the scheming opportunist.”Rachel leaned back in her chair, her eyes sharp. “He’s desperate. This means our first strike landed harder than he expected.”But Chloe wasn’t impressed. She stood, pacing the length of the room, her voice rising. “Desperate or not, h