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 3
The black Rolls-Royce glided to a stop in front of the red carpet. Camera flashes exploded like lightning, capturing the arrival of Silicon Valley's most powerful couple.
Kendrick stepped out first. He extended a hand, his face the picture of absolute devotion. Cora placed her hand in his and let him guide her out of the car.
The moment her heels touched the marble floors of the Metropolitan Museum's grand hall, she felt the weight of a hundred eyes on her. The air was thick with the smell of expensive perfume and raw jealousy.
Within seconds, Kendrick was cornered by three Wall Street executives. He squeezed Cora's waist, whispered an apology, and stepped away, leaving her standing alone near a towering champagne pyramid.
Before she could even grab a glass, a group of women in designer silk moved in. They formed a tight circle around her, backing her into the corner of the room.
Chelsea, the heiress of a legacy real estate family, stood at the front. She snapped her decorative fan shut and looked Cora up and down with disgust.
"No matter how much Kendrick spends on you," Chelsea said loudly, her voice carrying over the music, "you can never wash off the stench of the Rust Belt, can you?"
A chorus of sharp, mocking laughter erupted from the women. Cora gripped her champagne flute. Her knuckles turned stark white.
Chelsea took a step closer, her eyes gleaming with malice. "I heard your brother is a convict. Tell me, Cora, how exactly did a slum rat like you climb into Kendrick Pope's bed? What kind of tricks did you have to perform?"
Cora's chest heaved. She looked Chelsea dead in the eye. "My brother's mistakes are his own. But at least my family isn't filing for Chapter 11 under the Bankruptcy Code this week, Chelsea. How is the liquidation going?"
Chelsea's face flushed a violent, ugly red. The humiliation snapped her control. She raised her glass of red wine and violently hurled the liquid straight at Cora's face.
Cora gasped and squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the impact.
But the wine never hit her.
Just as Chelsea's wrist flicked forward, Cora saw a blur of motion from the periphery of her vision. Kendrick's head had snapped toward the commotion. His eyes widened in absolute horror. He violently shoved past a stunned hedge fund manager, his expensive dress shoes skidding against the polished marble floor. He lunged across the open space, throwing his body directly between Cora and the incoming liquid.
He crashed into her, a solid, warm chest that smelled of cold cedarwood, taking the entire glass of red wine directly to the back of his light grey suit jacket.
The entire grand hall went dead silent. The music seemed to stop. Everyone stared in absolute horror at the tech giant.
Kendrick slowly took off his ruined jacket. He wrapped it gently around Cora's trembling shoulders, his hands lingering on her arms to make sure she wasn't hurt.
Then, he turned around. He looked at Chelsea. His eyes were completely hollow, like he was looking at a corpse.
He pulled out his phone and dialed his assistant. He put it on speaker.
"Pull every single bridge loan we have with Chelsea's family," Kendrick ordered, his voice echoing in the silent room. "Liquidate their assets by morning."
Chelsea's knees buckled. She collapsed onto the marble floor, sobbing hysterically and begging for mercy. Two massive security guards grabbed her by the arms and dragged her out of the hall like a piece of trash.
The surrounding socialites turned pale, staring at the floor, terrified to even breathe.
Kendrick wrapped his arm tightly around Cora's waist. He looked around the room. "If anyone touches my wife, you deal with the Pope Consortium."
A wave of nervous, fake applause broke out. Cora leaned against his chest. Her heart swelled with a sudden, overwhelming sense of safety. He had protected her.
Kendrick guided her away from the crowd, leading her up the grand staircase to a dimly lit VIP balcony on the second floor.
"Kendrick, thank you," Cora started, looking up at him.
Before the words fully left her mouth, Kendrick lunged forward. He slammed her back against the freezing marble railing. His hand shot out, wrapping around her wrist like an iron vice. He squeezed so hard Cora felt her bones grinding together.
"Don't you ever provoke people in public again," Kendrick hissed, his face inches from hers, his eyes burning with a psychotic rage. "Do you understand? You could have been physically injured!"
Cora gasped in pain, tears springing to her eyes. She stared at his twisted, furious face. The warmth in her chest turned to pure ice.
He wasn't defending her dignity. He was furious that her physical body-her organs-had been put at risk.
Kendrick felt her shaking violently. He looked down at his hand crushing her wrist. He blinked, and the rage vanished. He let go instantly.
He grabbed her hand and pressed his lips to the angry red marks on her skin. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Cora. I just... I can't stand the thought of anything damaging you."
Cora nodded numbly, forcing herself to swallow the bile rising in her throat. Her stomach cramped with fear.
"I need to use the restroom," she whispered, pulling her hand away. Without waiting for his answer, she turned and practically ran down the dark hallway, desperate to escape his presence.
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7.6
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.