13Emerald

Being a victim of a house fire that brought the entire family house down, Valentina was left with several burns on her. body, causing her to be titled as the creature of Bayhill.

Her stepsister, Chole Callum was about to get married and according to the family tradition, Valentina as the elder daughter of the family must be married. Seeing this as an opportunity to wipe their shame away, the Callum family put a price tag on Valentina's head, whoever gets to marry her would be given a hundred thousand dollars. The family stated that Valentina Husband doesn't need to care for Valentina as she could be thrown away once the marriage certificate has been signed. 

With that many people were interested in Valentina, however her stepsister, picked the worst among the people that came, thinking Valentina would be thrown away after the marriage and probably end up dead in the few days, but little did she knew that she had chosen a multi billionaire for her sister, dressed like homeless man with no source of income, little did they know he is the most talked man in the world.


“How would you have the last laugh if you commit suicide now.”


“Don't you want to see your sister come begging you for forgiveness.”


“Don't you want to be the key to your family fortune. Don't you  want to be the Yes and No of your family.”



“Don't you want to see your family all going to their knees begging you to come save them from their catastrophe.”


“Don't you want to rule the world again, become the woman that everyone can't stop talking about in the country, just like ten years ago, but this time it would be different. You will be crowned as a Queen.”


“Stay alive and all these will happen.”


“Be with me and I will make you the woman in every man's heart, even the married ones.”

My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire

Upon hearing what Raymond just said.

The Callum family couldn't be their ears.

"How DARE you!" Maria's voice shattered the tension like breaking glass, her designer bracelet clattering against the table as she slammed her palm down. Her perfectly arranged features contorted with rage, red spots blooming on her expertly powdered cheeks.

"Who do you think you are?" She rose from her chair, towering on her Louboutin heels.

"A street rat we plucked from the gutter, now trying to play at being our equal?" Her laugh was sharp enough to cut.

"You should be on your knees thanking us for such generosity!"

She stalked around the table like a predator, her silk Hermès scarf trailing behind her like a battle standard.

"Five hundred thousand dollars," she spat the words like they were poison, "for someone like you? A nobody?" Her perfectly manicured finger jabbed toward the check.

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