The Billionaire's Secret Blood Sacrifice Bride
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Cora thought she was the luckiest woman alive, married to a devoted tech billionaire who showered her with custom haute couture and obsessive care.
But his "protection" involved locking her inside their San Francisco estate, forcing her to swallow foul neon-green supplements, and drawing her blood with highly classified veterinary needles.
She thought it was just his extreme paranoia, until a cynical doctor cornered her at a charity gala.
"Kendrick isn't raising a wife. He's curating a very rare, very fragile medical specimen. You're his personal pharmacy."
Terrified, Cora broke into Kendrick's hidden safe and found a medical report approving her total bone marrow and stem cell depletion.
Kendrick wasn't a doting husband. He was raising her as a human bloodbag to save his terminally ill cousin.
When she nearly uncovered the truth, Kendrick cried fake tears, claiming he only needed her antibodies.
"Tomorrow, we are going to my private island in the Caribbean. Just the two of us. No internet. No guards. Just peace."
Cora almost believed his vulnerable act, deeply confused by how a man who kissed her so tenderly could plan to slaughter her in cold blood.
Then, while packing for the trip, she dropped a wooden box, revealing a hidden flight manifesto.
Kendrick's return date was listed. Hers was completely blank.
Stapled to the back was a clinical schedule: Intensive Marrow Harvesting - Final Stage. Patient will not require return transport.
Hearing his heavy footsteps echoing in the hallway, Cora gripped the sharp edges of the broken box.
She was not going to be a slaughtered lamb on that island.
The Billionaire's Secret Blood Sacrifice Bride Chapter 1
Cora tried to push herself up from the velvet mattress, but a violent wave of dizziness slammed her right back into the pillows.
Her vision blurred. The room spun in sickening circles. Before she could even catch her breath, the smart blackout curtains hummed to life, sliding open automatically. Harsh, blinding California sunlight flooded the master bedroom of the San Francisco estate.
Cora flinched, instinctively throwing her arm over her eyes to block the glare.
The heavy oak door clicked open. Kendrick walked in, carrying a silver tray. The moment his eyes landed on her pale face and furrowed brow, his jaw tightened. He set the tray down on the nightstand with a sharp clatter.
He sat on the edge of the bed. His large, warm palm pressed firmly against her forehead. His dark eyes scanned her face with a suffocating level of intensity.
"You're pale," Kendrick said, his voice a low, demanding rumble. "How is your body feeling? Tell me exactly."
Cora forced a weak smile, trying to sit up again. "I'm fine, Kendrick. Just a little dizzy-"
He didn't let her finish. His hands gripped her shoulders, pushing her back under the heavy duvet with a force that left no room for argument.
"Strict bed rest," he ordered, his tone leaving zero room for negotiation. "You are not pushing yourself today."
He turned to the silver tray and picked up a sterile blood collection needle. The plastic wrapper crinkled loudly in the quiet room. He kept his voice sickeningly soft, like he was talking to a frightened child.
"Just the routine health monitor, sweetheart. Give me your arm."
Cora stared at the sharp, gleaming tip of the needle. A cold spike of fear hit her chest. She instinctively shrank back, pulling her arm closer to her ribs.
Kendrick's eyes darkened instantly. The warmth vanished from his face, replaced by a cold, dead stare. But it only lasted a fraction of a second. He blinked, and the gentle, doting husband returned. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the back of her trembling hand.
"It's just to keep you safe, Cora. You know I worry."
The cold metal of the needle pierced her vein. Cora bit down hard on her lower lip. She watched the dark red blood flow rapidly into the collection tube. Her stomach churned.
Kendrick pulled the needle out with practiced precision. He pressed a cotton swab hard against the puncture wound, then carefully placed the vial of her blood into a temperature-controlled lockbox on the tray.
Next, he picked up a glass filled with a thick, neon-green liquid. He held it to her lips. His eyes locked onto hers, unblinking and absolute.
Cora smelled the metallic, chalky odor of the liquid. Her throat closed up in disgust. But under his heavy gaze, she opened her mouth and swallowed the foul-tasting supplement. Her stomach violently rejected it, twisting in knots, but she forced her face to remain completely blank.
Kendrick smiled. He reached out, his thumb gently wiping a drop of green liquid from the corner of her mouth. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. It felt like a reward for a well-trained pet.
The silence in the room was shattered by a harsh buzzing. Cora's phone vibrated violently on the nightstand. The screen flashed with the name Blanch.
Cora reached for it, her heart jumping. Kendrick's hand shot out, grabbing the phone first. Without a second of hesitation, he hit the red button and rejected the call. His face was a mask of stone.
"Kendrick, wait," Cora pleaded, panic rising in her throat. "There might be an emergency at home. Let me just-"
She reached for the phone, but he tossed it out of her reach. He grabbed her waist, pulling her hard against his chest.
"I told you," he whispered against her ear, his voice a dark warning. "I am not letting your toxic family drain your blood anymore. You are mine to protect now."
The words drain your blood sent a physical chill down her spine. Cora's mind flashed back to the damp, pitch-black basement in Ohio where Blanch used to lock her up. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably against his expensive shirt.
Kendrick felt her shaking. His arms tightened around her like a vice, crushing her ribs.
"I will always protect you," he murmured into her hair. "Always."
A polite knock sounded at the door. The butler's voice filtered through the wood. "Mr. Pope, the Wall Street video conference is starting in two minutes."
Kendrick let out a heavy sigh. He slowly released her, standing up and adjusting the cuffs of his tailored suit. In a blink, he transformed back into the ruthless tech billionaire.
He walked to the door, stopping with his hand on the knob. He didn't look back at her. He looked straight at the butler in the hallway.
"The madam is not to leave the villa today," Kendrick ordered, his voice echoing with cold authority. "Not a single step."
The heavy door slammed shut. The deadbolt clicked loudly. The sound echoed in the massive bedroom, making Cora's skin crawl.
She threw off the duvet. Her bare feet hit the freezing marble floor. She walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked down. A fleet of black SUVs surrounded Kendrick's car as it pulled out of the estate gates. Her chest tightened so hard she couldn't pull in a full breath.
Her phone buzzed again. It was a text from Blanch.
You ungrateful little bastard. Pick up the phone.
Cora stared at the screen. Her eyes burned. She slammed the phone face-down on the glass table, her hands shaking as she tried to force air into her lungs.
She turned and walked into the master bathroom to wash her face. As she reached for the sink, her eyes caught something in the stainless steel trash can.
It was the plastic wrapper from the blood collection needle Kendrick had just used.
Cora bent down and picked it up. She turned it over. At the bottom, printed in stark red ink, was a string of numbers and letters. It wasn't a standard lab code. It was a highly classified hematology research code-the kind used for experimental plasma extraction.
Her blood ran ice cold. Why would a routine health check require a specialized plasma extraction kit? The metallic taste of the green supplement rushed back up her throat, suddenly feeling less like a vitamin and more like a chemical catalyst.
Heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway outside her bedroom. The guards were patrolling. Cora gasped, her hands shaking violently as she shoved the plastic wrapper deep into the pocket of her silk pajamas. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird.
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7.8
Alayna was working a grueling catering shift in worn-out heels to support her broke college boyfriend, Caiden, who claimed to be studying at the library.
But through the crack of a VIP suite door, she saw him wearing a bespoke suit and a Patek Philippe watch, sipping expensive liquor.
"It's a little poverty role-play. Keeps things interesting."
He was laughing with his rich friends, mocking her as his clueless "charity case."
To make matters worse, she was forced into a humiliating mascot costume just in time to watch him passionately kiss his wealthy ex-girlfriend.
That same night, Alayna's mother collapsed with gastric cancer, requiring a half-million-dollar surgery.
When a desperate Alayna begged Caiden for help, he refused.
"Why don't you just apply for Medicaid? That's the path for people like you."
For two years, she had starved herself to buy his textbooks, his tickets, and his shoes.
He had stolen her sweat and her sacrifices, all for a cruel game.
The sheer audacity of his betrayal made her blood run cold.
When a billionaire stranger stepped in to pay her mother's medical bills in exchange for a one-year fake marriage, Alayna didn't hesitate to sign the contract.
She slipped the flawless diamond ring onto her finger, opened a spreadsheet, and sent Caiden an invoice for every single cent.
This time, she was going to dismantle his entire life.
9.3
Content: (Warning! + 18 Sexual elements, Alpha Wolf, Witch, Cursed Love, Small Town, Young Wolf, War, Age Gap, Passion, Consensual Fantasy, Psychological Elements, Strong Female Lead, Drama, Romance)
Bound by blood, sealed by magic. You have finally come, Rose's daughter...
Eva Rose is the last and most powerful heir of a sacred witch bloodline.
Kael is a cursed Crimson Alpha King.
Centuries ago, on the night they discovered they were fated mates and were about to be married, their enemies attacked to destroy them both. To save Kael, Eva made a desperate choice , she trapped him in a magical sleep for 200 years. The price was her own life.
But their love was so powerful that Eva did not truly die , she was reborn. Through her own bloodline, she returned to the world as the same woman, with the same soul, the same heart.
Now, who is friend and who is enemy? And why does this man feel so strangely familiar? How can you escape someone who even visits your dreams?. 📌📚🔥
8.6
In my past life, the Cerberus strain leaked, turning the world into a blood-soaked hell of rotting flesh and mutated monsters.
I thought my boyfriend Declan and my best friend Hailee would have my back as we fled the quarantine zone.
Instead, when the surging crowd of the infected cornered us, they didn't hesitate.
They shoved me backward into the horde just to buy themselves three seconds to run.
As I fell into the mud, I saw them fleeing without a single backward glance.
"She's dead weight anyway!" Hailee screamed.
"Just keep running, she'll distract them!" Declan yelled back.
I was torn apart, feeling the agonizing tear of rotting teeth sinking into my neck and the hot spray of my own blood.
Before the apocalypse, my greedy uncle had locked away my ten-million-dollar trust fund, leaving me with nothing but a fake boyfriend who only wanted me for my money.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand how the people I loved most could trade my life for a head start.
Why did I blindly trust them? Why didn't I see through their perfectly choreographed lies?
Opening my eyes again, the stench of decaying flesh vanished, replaced by the sterile smell of my college dorm room.
Hailee and Declan were standing over my bed, faking tears of concern over my meningitis fever.
I was back exactly seven days before the world ended, and my spatial vault ability had come back with me.
This time, I'm extorting my uncle for every cent, hoarding the city's supplies, and leaving them all to rot.
8.6
I woke up choking on rotting air in an alien jungle, surrounded by giant bioluminescent ferns and a three-eyed, armor-plated beast charging straight at me.
Before the monster could tear me apart, I was saved by a squad of men with metallic wings and laser rifles, but my nightmare was just beginning.
When they brought me back to their high-tech military base, every soldier we passed stopped dead, staring at me with a feverish, starving hunger that made my skin crawl.
In the medical wing, a manic doctor bypassed all protocol, pulling out a wicked silver needle to forcibly extract my blood, looking at me not as a patient, but as a winning lottery ticket.
Even their highest-ranking commander, a giant, scarred Admiral, immediately tried to claim me, demanding I be moved into his personal bedroom for "protection."
I didn't understand why I was being treated like a caged miracle, nor why a simple, accidental touch of my hand could bring my winged protector to his knees and silence his feral instincts.
"In the Aethel Empire, there are no females," my protector whispered, his icy blue eyes filled with raw desperation. "You are the only one."
The portal that brought me here was fading, trapping me in a universe of eighty billion shapeshifting Alpha males. Looking at the terrifying devotion in his eyes, I realized my life as an ordinary human was over, and to survive this, I had to tame the beasts.
7.6
I was the fiancée of the Chicago Outfit’s heir, a bond sealed by blood and eighteen years of history.
But when his mistress pushed me into the freezing pool at our engagement gala, Jax didn’t swim toward me.
He swam past me.
He scooped up the girl who pushed me, cradling her like fragile glass, while I struggled against the weight of my gown in the murky water.
When I finally dragged myself out, shivering and humiliated before the entire underworld, Jax didn’t offer a hand. He offered a scowl.
"You’re making a scene, Eliana. Go home."
Later, when that same mistress shoved me down the stairs, shattering my knee and my dance career, Jax stepped over my broken body to comfort her.
I overheard him telling his friends, "I’m just breaking her spirit. She needs to learn she’s property, not a partner. Once she’s desperate enough, she’ll be the perfect obedient wife."
He thought I was a dog that would always return to its master. He thought he could starve me of affection until I begged for scraps.
He was wrong.
While he was busy playing protector to his mistress, I wasn't crying in my room.
I was packing his ring into a cardboard box.
I cancelled my transfer to UCLA and enrolled at NYU instead.
By the time Jax realized his "property" was missing, I was already in New York, standing next to a man who looked at me like a queen, not a possession.
7.3
Ten years ago, I was banished from my pack, branded a whore and a traitor for allegedly drugging and stealing my sister's fated mate.
Now, I was summoned back because my father, the Alpha who disowned me, was dying from a poisoned attack.
Standing by his deathbed, a locked memory finally surfaced—I didn't drug anyone. My husband and I were both victims, poisoned with wolfsbane to force our mating.
But before my father could reveal who orchestrated the setup, his heart monitor flatlined.
My brother instantly shoved me to the ground, pointing a trembling finger at my face.
"You killed him. I will hunt you, I will break you, and I will make your life a living hell."
Even my husband, Kieran, the man I was forced to marry to save our unborn child, walked right past me in the hospital corridor.
He didn't spare me a single glance, choosing instead to gently comfort my mother while I sat bruised and shattered on the cold floor.
I didn't understand why my own family hated me so blindly, and I understood even less who had framed me a decade ago.
What terrified my father so much in his final moments that he couldn't even speak the culprit's name?
Watching my cold husband walk away with the family that abandoned me, the last shred of my naive hope died.
I wiped my tears and stood up. This time, I was going to tear this pack apart to find the truth.
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