Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sugar Daddy Vampire: Kabanata 211 - Kabanata 220

The night bled softly through the city as Noah’s car cut through the dim glow of streetlights. He shouldn’t have stayed that long. He shouldn’t have even agreed to sit with them. Emma and Diana. He could still see them in his mind, laughing, sipping their wine, their hands brushing against each other’s on the table as if they shared a language only they understood. It was… intoxicating. Too intoxicating. Noah’s fingers tightened around the steering wheel, his knuckles pale against the leather. His body was still tense, heavy, pulsing with something he didn’t want to name. Every image replayed itself, Emma’s soft smile, Diana’s teasing eyes, the way they both looked at him when they invited him to sit. He had told himself it was just dinner. Just catching up. But every second felt like slow torture. He shifted in his seat, his jaw clenching. The air in the car felt too thick, his shirt sticking to his skin. He could smell their perfume still clinging faintly to his jacket, flor

The garage lights flickered as Chloe pulled into her usual spot, the hum of the engine fading into the quiet echo of tires on concrete. She rested her forehead against the steering wheel for a moment, exhaling. It had been a long day, her company in chaos, her reputation torn apart online, and her mind heavy with questions that refused to stop spinning. When she finally stepped out of the car, her heels clicking against the floor, she froze. Across the garage, Alexa was striding toward her own car, her long hair swaying behind her, her face sharp with fury. The two women locked eyes for a moment, brief, but electric. Alexa’s jaw tightened. She muttered something under her breath, something Chloe couldn’t quite catch, though the bitterness in it was clear. Then she let out a sharp hiss, turned away, and slammed her car door shut. The sound echoed. Chloe stood there, stunned, watching as Alexa started the engine and sped off, the red taillights flashing past her like warning signal

The iron gates of Daniel’s mansion swung open, and Angela’s car rolled into the driveway. The late evening light bathed the marble exterior in a dull gold glow, but there was nothing beautiful about how she felt. Her chest was tight, her hands trembling as she grabbed her purse and stepped out. She had driven there straight from Chloe’s penthouse, fueled not by anger alone but betrayal. The butler opened the door before she could knock. “Ms. Angela,” he said. “Is Daniel home?” she asked sharply. “Yes, ma’am. He’s in the study.” She didn’t wait to be announced. Her heels echoed against the polished floor as she strode down the familiar hallway, the same one she had walked through with shy hope the first time Daniel had invited her for dinner. Back then, she had thought maybe happiness had finally come for her. Now, her pulse pounded with something very different. Daniel was sitting by the fire when she entered, a glass of whiskey in one hand, scrolling through his tablet with th

Chloe hurried after her mother, her bare feet silent against the hallway floor. “Mom… wait,” she called softly. Angela didn’t stop until she reached her room. She pushed the door open and went straight to the bed, sitting heavily at the edge. Her shoulders trembled, and she pressed her fingers to her temples like she was trying to hold herself together. “Mom…” Chloe stepped closer. “Have you been crying? What happened?” Angela let out a bitter laugh. “What happened?” she repeated, her voice sharp but trembling underneath. “I broke up with Daniel, that’s what happened.” Chloe froze. “You… what?” Angela looked up at her, eyes red, the pain raw and fierce. “I went to his house. I wanted to confront him about Alexa, about all the things she’s been doing, dragging our names through the dirt. And you know what he did?” Her voice cracked. “He defended her. He said it’s just business. Just business, Chloe. As if humiliating me, humiliating you, was some kind of business strategy.” “Mom

The restaurant glittered with candlelight and crystal. A string quartet played softly in the corner, the hum of quiet conversation blending with the scent of expensive wine and perfume. Angela stepped in, wearing a simple black dress that contrasted the gold-and-marble opulence around her. She spotted Daniel immediately. He was seated near the window, the city lights framing him like an illusion of warmth and charm. He stood when he saw her, smiling that practiced, charming smile she used to fall for. “Angela,” he greeted smoothly, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “You look beautiful as ever.” She gave a polite nod and sat down. “Daniel. You said it was important.” He sighed, gesturing to the waiter. “Let’s order first, hmm? I don’t want us to start on an empty stomach.” “I’d rather we talk first,” Angela said, folding her hands neatly on the table. “You didn’t invite me here to talk about food.” Daniel chuckled, but there was a nervous edge behind his grin. “Always so direct. Fine