My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 149

He gave a small smile, then turned his head slightly.

With one snap of his fingers, the five sales attendants carrying the dress boxes began to move.

Softly, carefully, they started opening the boxes one by one.

The first box revealed a midnight blue gown. The fabric shimmered like stars in the sky. Around the waist, tiny crystals were woven in lines like light. It looked soft but heavy—clearly worth husbands of thousands.

The second box showed a deep red dress, sleek and sharp. It had silver leaves sewn across the chest. The neckline was bold, and it gave the feeling of royalty.

The third box was even brighter. It was a soft golden dress, smooth like silk, and it flowed like water. Around the bottom were little flower patterns made from real gold thread.

The fourth box was quieter but powerful. A dark green gown with a high neck, and black stones at the back. It didn’t scream for attention—it whispered class.

Seeing all those dresses Victoria gasped beside her. She didn’t even know she made the sound, Valentina’s eyes were wide. She couldn’t say a word.

Everyone in the room stopped talking. They just stared, No one expected this. Not even Chloe.

And the fifth box—the one still unopened—was the one they were all waiting for.

The diamond dress, the whole room was still.

No one was talking anymore. No one was moving.

They all just stood, staring at Valentina like they were watching something they couldn’t believe.

Chloe’s eyes were wide. Even Victoria looked like she had forgotten how to breathe.

They didn’t expect this. No one did.

Not from Valentina, not from the quiet girl they used to look down on.

Not this kind of welcome... not this kind of power.

The dresses were still shining under the lights. The floor was clean, the air was cold, but Valentina’s face felt warm.

She didn’t even know what to say. She was used to people talking behind her. Not stopping to watch her like this. freewebnoveℓ.com

Then the manager spoke again. His voice was soft but clear.

"Madam," he said, "if these dresses do not please you, we can bring four more from our special vault. But please note... these are from our highest collection. They are the best of the best."

He waited for her reply, Valentina looked at the dresses.

Then she looked at Raymond, And slowly, she shook her head.

"No," she said softly, her voice clear now. "I don’t need more."

She looked back at the manager and gave a small smile.

"I love the dresses," she said. "I love them because... they’re from my husband."

Valentina didn’t have any words left.

She just stood there, staring at the dresses. The colors were rich. The fabrics looked soft and smooth like something only queens wore. She didn’t need to say she liked them. It was all over her face.

She truly loved them, There was no need to return anything.

The manager saw it too. He bowed his head deeply, showing full respect.

"Thank you, Madam," he said softly. "We are honored you like them. You’ve made our day."

Then, without saying more, he raised one hand and snapped his fingers.

The five other attendants holding the diamond box stepped forward.

Very slowly, they placed the box on the special glass stand in front of Valentina.

At that moment the room fell even more silent.

Everyone was watching, The manager brought out a ring of keys. Three of them, long and gold.

Then He bent over and carefully unlocked the box.

"Click."

"Click."

"Click."

The final lock opened, Then he slowly lifted the top of the box.

And to everyone’s surprise—The moment the box opened, the entire VIP lounge went quiet.

There it was—the legendary diamond dress.

Every single person in that room had heard stories about it, but none had seen it in real life. The soft lights above bounced off the diamonds sewn carefully into the gown. The sparkle was blinding. The fabric flowed like water, shining with silver and white, like a cloud made of stars.

Immediately Gasps filled the room.

"Wait... is that the diamond dress?" someone whispered.

"Who is she?" another person asked. "She doesn’t look like anyone I know."

"She’s not an actress."

"No. And she’s not one of the top family daughters either."

"Then how did she get that dress? Only three were made."

"One of them went to the wife of the business mogul, Mr. Callahan."

"The other was bought by that A-list celebrity... what’s her name again?"

"Yeah, her."

"But this one? Nobody ever bought it. We thought it would stay in the vault forever."

Everyone’s eyes turned to Valentina, but no one really knew who she was. They all looked at each other, waiting for someone to say her name with confidence. But no one did.

Nobody actually knew Valentina.

They only saw a calm, well-dressed woman sitting beside a man who didn’t speak much but clearly had power.

At that moment the manager stepped forward respectfully, bowed his head, and smiled.

"From what I can see," he said with a gentle tone, "this dress looks like it was made just for you. Everything about it—size, shape, glow—it all fits your presence."

At that moment Valentina shook her head slowly.

She didn’t even have to think too much.

She looked at the manager. "I love it," she said. "I truly love it."

Then she smiled softly and added, "Besides, it’s from my husband. I wouldn’t dare reject something so special."

Upon hearing what Valentina just said, The manager bowed deeply. "Thank you. That makes us very proud."

Valentina looked at the dress again.

Yes, it was ten million dollars, Yes, that was a lot.

But it wasn’t just about the money.

This dress... it was going to make a statement.

And she needed that, Because the get-together was tomorrow.

And she had a promise to keep, She needed to outshine Ivory.

She needed to win.

And deep down, she already knew—this dress, this moment, this show of power—it was just the beginning.