My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 132

At that moment Valentina stopped mid-step and turned back sharply, fire blazing in her eyes. Her heels clacked against the pavement as she stormed toward Damon without hesitation.

"You didn’t hear me the first time," she said coldly.

Before Damon could even blink, her palm landed hard across his face

"slap."

And again

"slap."

Right across both cheeks.

Damon’s head jerked slightly with each hit, the second one leaving him frozen, stunned, and wide-eyed, a silence fell around them, thick with disbelief.

Even Damon, bold and arrogant as he was, couldn’t hide the shock spreading across his face.

"You disrespect my husband again," Valentina said, her voice low and shaking with control, "and I swear I’ll slap you again. Over and over."

At that moment in time Damon blinked, slowly lifting a hand to touch his cheek.

Some people nearby paused, confused by the scene. But Valentina didn’t care who was watching.

"Don’t look at me like that," she added, her voice sharper now. "You deserved it."

Again she stepped closer, eyes burning into his. "You think because you’ve got a company now, you can treat me like I’m for sale? Force yourself into my life? Insult my marriage?"

Then she scoffed. "You’re out of your mind."

Damon stood frozen, one cheek already reddening.

Valentina gently touched the spot she’d slapped, not with care, but with a cold mockery. "What? Shocked? Confused?"

She tilted her head. "Let me help you with that, Elvis... you just got slapped by someone you clearly underestimated."

Then the realization hit her too. Her own expression shifted, only for a second.

She had just slapped the boss of the Black Bear.

And she did it twice.

Still Valentina didn’t flinch. She didn’t let her expression crack. Instead, she stood tall and said flatly, "I have work to do."

At that moment she stepped forward. "Get out of my way."

Damon didn’t move.

Then suddenly—he reached out and grabbed her wrist.

He yanked her backward with so much force that Valentina staggered. A sharp sting shot up her arm, the same spot she had gotten treated days ago. Her skin flared with pain instantly.

Immediately She gasped, the force wasn’t just careless—it was violent.

Before she could regain balance, Damon’s hand clamped tightly around her cheek, gripping it roughly and forcing her face up to look at him.

Immediately Valentina’s hands flew up to push him away, to break free—but his grip was too strong. His hold was brutal. She struggled, but every bit of strength she used felt like it was swallowed by his pressure.

"Let—go—of—me," she hissed through her gritted teeth, twisting, her heart racing.

But her body was locked, trapped under the pressure of his hand and the ache in her arm, At that moment she could feel it now—not just anger—but real pain.

Valentina’s breathing grew heavier as she struggled under his grip. Her cheek burned from the force of his hand, her arm still stinging where he had yanked her. Her hair was slightly out of place now, and her makeup—once neat and composed—was now smudged and ruined.

Then Damon stared at her, his expression dark, dangerous.

He leaned in, his voice low but sharp enough to cut through the air. "This... is your last warning, Valentina."

His hand squeezed her cheek harder before he slowly let go, letting her head fall slightly.

"You think you can slap me? Disrespect me in public? Talk to me like that?" he said, his tone deep and calm, but filled with rage. "You will never—never—do that again."

At that moment in time Valentina didn’t speak. Her eyes stayed fixed on his.

"You want to act bold? Brave? I’ll ruin that pretty face of yours... I’ll remind you exactly what you used to look like again," he said coldly. "Because I’m not the one chasing you. You should be grateful I even want you."

Then he stepped back just a little, adjusting his coat, but his eyes never left hers.

"Don’t make the mistake of thinking you’re in control. You’re not. I’m giving you two more days. Two days to give me an answer."

He smirked, the corner of his lip twitching.

"And because I’m generous, I’ll pretend you didn’t lay hands on me today. But don’t make me repeat myself, Valentina."

Damon was applying pressure because he knew exactly how Valentina reacted when pushed—he had seen it before.

Back then, it was the same play, he remembered clearly: Valentina, cornered, tired, confused... and her step mother had just thrown her into a mess. A cruel bet, reckless and humiliating. The situation had squeezed her until she had no room to breathe.

And in that moment, she’d said yes.

She had agreed to date Damon not out of interest, not out of desire, but just to get out of that place, out of that pressure. It was a forced "yes," a survival answer. One that left her numb afterward, but it didn’t end there.

Damon had taken that answer as truth. As permission. And from that day on, he harassed her—calling, showing up, acting like she belonged to him. And she hated every second of it, and now, she couldn’t believe the same tactics were back.

Damon could see it—Valentina’s breath growing short, her body tense, the way her fingers twitched like she was trying to hold herself together.

He was counting on that crack, he was counting on her folding again, that was why he didn’t let go of her.

Even after all she’d said, all she’d done, he still had his hand gripped around her arm—tight.

At that moment Valentina pulled her hand up to her cheek, holding her jaw gently as the sting from his grip lingered. The pressure, the pain—it pulsed beneath her skin, but it didn’t stop her from turning away.

Then she took a slow breath this time, never again.

There was no going back. No wavering. No soft corner in her heart for someone like him, she began walking, slowly but firmly. "It’s over," she muttered to herself. "There’s nothing between us. Not now, not ever."

She didn’t want to see him again. Didn’t want to hear his name. Whatever power he once thought he had over her—it was gone.

And if he dared show up again? She was ready to involve the law, the press—any agency that could make him vanish for good.

Upon hearing what Valentina just said, Damon chuckled darkly behind her.

"Call whoever you want," he said smugly. "They can’t do anything to me. I’m untouchable."

Valentina stopped. She didn’t turn around.

Instead, her voice rang out with quiet rage. "That’s why everyone hates you," she said. "You walk around like you’re above the world—but deep down, you’re just a mongrel. A stray with a big mouth and nothing inside."

She turned her head slightly. "And just to be clear—there will never be anything between us. Not in this life. Not in any."

Immediately Damon’s face twisted, In one sharp motion, he stormed forward and grabbed Valentina by the neck, yanking her backward with fury in his eyes.

At that moment Damon’s grip tightened around Valentina’s neck, his face twisted in rage.

"So this is what happens when I go easy on you?" he growled. "You think you’ve got leverage? Privilege? You think you can talk to me like that?"

Without warning, he lifted her off the ground by her neck.