The Billionaire's Secret Blood Sacrifice Bride
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.
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Chapter 10
The black SUV tore through the gates of the San Francisco estate. Cora looked out the window and felt her stomach drop. The security detail had doubled. Men with earpieces and tactical vests stood at every corner of the property.
The guards pulled her out of the car and marched her straight into the grand living room.
Kendrick was supposed to be in Europe. Instead, he was sitting on the center sofa. He wasn't wearing a suit. He wore a black dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up, radiating a dark, suffocating energy.
On the glass coffee table in front of him sat the manila envelope from the safe.
Cora's heart stopped beating. Her knees buckled, and she barely caught herself on the edge of an armchair. This was it. He was going to kill her.
Kendrick slowly looked up. There was no rage in his eyes. Instead, they were bloodshot, filled with deep, agonizing exhaustion.
He stood up, walked over to her, and pulled her stiff, terrified body into a crushing embrace.
"Why didn't you just ask me, Cora?" Kendrick whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "Why did you have to go sneaking around and break my heart like this?"
Cora froze. She pushed back slightly, staring at him in total confusion. "Are... are you dying, Kendrick?"
Kendrick let out a bitter, broken laugh. He led her to the sofa and forced her to sit. He reached into the manila envelope and pulled out a second file-one Cora hadn't seen.
He placed it in front of her. It was a medical profile with a photo of a frail, sickly teenage girl. The name read: Isabela Yates - Cousin.
"She has a rare, terminal bone marrow disease," Kendrick said, a single tear slipping down his cheek. "She is the sole heir to my mother's side of the family, the Yates Consortium. If she dies, the entire corporate empire falls into the hands of ruthless board members who will tear our legacy apart. I've been desperately trying to find a match."
He took Cora's hands in his. "I was drawing your blood to see if your unique antibodies could be used in an experimental drug trial for her. I didn't tell you because I didn't want to burden you with my family's curse."
Cora stared at the photo of the dying girl.
"And the pills?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
"Expensive immune boosters," Kendrick said, wiping his eyes. "I just wanted to keep you healthy. I'm so sorry I forced them on you. I was just so stressed."
The perfectly forged medical file and the raw vulnerability in his tears shattered Cora's defenses. A massive wave of guilt crashed over her. She had thought her husband was a monster, when he was actually a desperate man trying to save a child.
She threw her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder, sobbing apologies.
Kendrick rested his chin on the top of her head. Where Cora couldn't see, his eyes turned completely dead. There was no sadness. Only cold, calculating triumph.
He stroked her back gently. "The media, the family... it's all too much. I canceled the Europe trip. Tomorrow, we are going to my private island in the Caribbean. Just the two of us. No internet. No guards. Just peace."
Cora, drowning in relief and fake love, nodded eagerly against his chest.
Late that night, Cora stood in the massive walk-in closet, packing her suitcase for the island. She felt lighter than she had in weeks.
She reached for the rosewood aromatherapy box Karen had given her. As she lifted it, it slipped from her fingers and hit the hardwood floor.
The impact popped the velvet lining on the bottom of the box loose.
Cora knelt to pick it up. As she reached for the velvet, her fingers brushed against a hidden compartment built directly into the base of the wood. Inside lay a tightly folded piece of paper and a small, unmarked glass vial.
She pulled the paper out and unfolded it under the closet lights. It was a private aviation flight manifesto for the trip tomorrow. Kendrick's name was listed with a return date for next week. Next to her name, the return date column was completely blank. Stapled to the back of the manifesto was a clinical schedule bearing Kendrick's signature: 'Intensive Marrow Harvesting - Final Stage. Patient will not require return transport.'
The smile vanished from Cora's face. The blood drained from her head so fast she swayed on her knees. Kendrick had used his sweet, unsuspecting aunt's gift box to hide his darkest secrets, knowing Cora would never suspect a present from Karen.
The gentle aunt. The crying husband. The isolated island with no internet.
The puzzle pieces violently slammed together. It wasn't a romantic getaway. It was a slaughterhouse.
Footsteps echoed in the hallway.
Cora clutched the wooden box so hard her fingernails dug into her palms.
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Isolde Mitchell knew her wealthy husband was cheating on her, but the true nightmare began when her mother-in-law summoned her.
The older woman coldly announced that the mistress was pregnant with a boy and would be moving into their estate.
Because Isolde's family had gone bankrupt and she had only given birth to a frail daughter, she was deemed completely worthless.
When Isolde packed her bags and demanded a divorce, her husband Clark just laughed.
He threatened to use their ironclad prenup to leave her penniless and take full custody of her daughter just to torture her.
To make matters worse, he forced Isolde to secure a failing business deal with the ruthless billionaire Jacques Valdez, essentially ordering her to sell her body to get the signature.
"If you fail, you will never see Bria again."
He even sent his goons to snatch the little girl from her preschool to prove his point.
Isolde was completely cornered, trembling with a mix of rage and absolute despair.
How could the man she married be such a monster? She would rather die than let them destroy her daughter, but how could a bankrupt mother fight a powerful dynasty with absolutely nothing?
Out of options, she looked at the private business card the terrifying billionaire Jacques had unexpectedly given her daughter.
Swallowing her pride, she decided to make a deal with the devil himself, ready to use his power to tear her husband's family apart.
8.6
As the eldest daughter of the Sharp family, I was treated worse than a stray dog, while my younger sister Seraphina was their precious princess.
When the family needed someone to marry a dying billionaire heir, they naturally chose me to take her place.
To force my consent, my brothers held a peanut butter sandwich to my face—knowing it was a lethal allergy—while dangling my EpiPen just out of reach.
On speakerphone, my own mother sighed in annoyance.
"Let her die. It might be for the best."
I choked out an agreement just as my throat closed up. But the forced engagement broke my sacred mystical vow, causing me to violently cough up my own lifeblood.
Seeing the blood, Seraphina dramatically fainted. My brothers instantly carried her to the hospital, stepping over my dying body and leaving me to bleed out on the cold marble floor.
I had to use a forbidden blood rune, draining my last ounce of strength, just to survive the night.
Even the mystical Order I served offered no comfort, calling only to demand I secure ten billion dollars for them or forfeit my soul for eternity.
Abandoned by my blood family and my spiritual master, I was completely alone, left with nothing but a broken body and a ticking clock.
But they made one fatal mistake: they let me live.
I turned to the dying heir they forced me to marry, a man plagued by a dark curse only I could cure.
"I will be your wife, and I will save your life," I told him.
In exchange, I would use his unimaginable wealth and power to make everyone who threw me away pay the ultimate price.
8.5
I was supposed to marry Aaron, the future Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, and finally have my fairy tale.
But right before our Unity Celebration, I caught him buried between my stepsister's legs in our bridal suite.
When I refused to bind my soul to his at the altar and exposed his betrayal, my world completely shattered.
My own mother called me a crazy, wolfless bitch and disowned me on the spot for ruining a political alliance.
Aaron publicly humiliated me, screaming that as a wolfless Omega, I should have been on my knees thanking him for the chance to be his breeding mare.
Driven to absolute despair by the betrayal of everyone I trusted, I tried to jump off a freezing roof.
But a pair of strong arms pulled me back from the edge.
In the dark, a stranger consumed my grief, wrapping me in a terrifyingly dominant scent of cedar and leather, making me feel an intoxicating mate bond I thought I was incapable of having.
I thought it was just a desperate, one-night mistake to make me forget.
But the next morning, when I went to the Blackwood estate to return Aaron's gifts and leave as a Rogue, a suffocating aura filled the room.
The man who stepped between me and my furious ex-fiancé, the man whose marks were currently hidden beneath my clothes, stared at me with glowing golden eyes.
"Get your hands off her."
He was Kaelon Blackwood. The supreme Alpha King.
Aaron's father.
And he had just locked the door, declaring that I belonged to him.
9.4
Vera thought her life was over the moment she caught her fiancee cheating with his ex.
Broken and filled with pain, she is approached by a billionaire who presents a simple contract to her. Let's get married.
Sylas Gold is the man admired by the entire world. He is untouchable, powerful and incredibly controlled. Their marriage was supposed to be a contract. A performance. It was a way for both of them to win.
When Vera is kidnapped by a man who looks at her like she's already his, she learns the truth Sylas never told her, about his mafia empire, the blood, and the brother who was supposed to be gone.
Cassian Gold is the man who wants everything his brother has, including Vera.
Now caught between two brothers bound by hatred, power, and obsession, Vera must decide who to trust in a world where love is dangerous, loyalty is fragile, and desire might just be her downfall.
8.8
I've always been the unwanted child-the invisible one. The rebel no one ever tried to understand.
And yet, I never resented my perfect, beloved sister. All I ever wanted was for her to be happy.
But one cruel twist of fate-and a devastating betrayal by someone I trusted-changed everything.
I woke up in a stranger's bed, losing the one thing I had guarded so carefully. Back then, I thought that was my greatest loss.
I was wrong.
Because not long after, my sister introduced me to her fiancé.
And the man standing in front of me... was the same stranger from that night.
Now he haunts me-day and night, in my dreams and in my waking hours. And just when I start to believe the nightmare might finally fade with the dawn, Alan walks back into my life.
This time, he has no intention of letting me forget.
Not the insult I dealt him.
...or that one unforgettable night.
8.0
Claire spent every waking moment protecting the transplanted heart beating inside her billionaire husband, Cooper. Though his grandfather forced their marriage, she loved him enough to endure his endless coldness.
When she received a frantic text saying Cooper was in a fatal car wreck, she ran through a freezing storm to save him. But she pushed open the VIP club doors only to find no doctors. Instead, Cooper was making out with his mistress, Kendall, while his wealthy friends erupted into malicious laughter at Claire's soaked, panicked state. It was all a cruel prank.
To force a divorce, Cooper treated her like garbage. He threw the custom meals she secretly cooked for his failing liver into the trash, giving Kendall the credit. When Claire begged him to stop drinking hard liquor for the sake of his fragile heart, he made a sickening demand.
"Go kiss that waiter on the mouth right now, and I won't touch another drop."
To keep him alive, Claire swallowed her pride and kissed the terrified boy while cameras flashed.
But her total degradation didn't earn his mercy. Cooper called her a sickening gold digger and walked out with his mistress, leaving Claire to the wolves. His best friend poured a sticky martini over her head, tore the strap of her dress, and raised a massive fist to smash her face. She had sacrificed her soul to keep his heart beating, only to be destroyed by it.
Just as the fist swung down, the heavy oak door was kicked off its hinges. Cooper stood in the doorway, his eyes burning with a terrifying, primal fury. He had only returned for a forgotten phone, but seeing another man's hands on his legal wife ignited a possessive rage that was about to burn the entire room down.