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 9
The SUV pulled away from the auction house. Cora leaned forward and tapped the glass partition.
"I need to stop at the private hospital on 5th Avenue," she told the guard. "Women's health issue. It's private."
The guard frowned but nodded. When they arrived, the guards waited outside the gynecology wing. Cora walked into the restroom, climbed out the ground-floor window, and sprinted across the courtyard to the main outpatient building.
She pulled a surgical mask over her face and put on her sunglasses. She navigated the maze of corridors, clutching her phone with the photo of the medical report, desperately searching for the hematology department.
She pushed open the door to a consultation room at the end of the hall.
She froze. Sitting behind the heavy oak desk, wearing a pristine white doctor's coat and gold-rimmed glasses, was Cayden.
He looked up from his charts. A flash of genuine shock crossed his face, but he instantly stood up and locked the door behind her.
Cora ripped off her mask. She marched up to his desk and shoved her phone in his face.
"What does this mean?" she demanded, her voice shaking uncontrollably. "Is Kendrick sick? Does he need my bone marrow? Is he going to drain me dry?"
Cayden looked down at the screen. When he saw the matching codes, his jaw clenched so hard a muscle ticked in his cheek. He couldn't believe Kendrick had left a paper trail.
But he couldn't tell her the truth. If she knew she was a farm animal for the Yates family, she would panic and get herself killed.
Cayden pushed his glasses up his nose. He leaned back in his chair, adopting the cold, detached tone of a medical professional reviewing a stranger's file.
"This is a standard preventative health evaluation, Cora," Cayden lied smoothly. "Nothing more."
"You're lying!" Cora yelled, pointing at the screen. "It says 'stem cell depletion'! Why are you lying to me?!"
Cayden slammed his hands flat on the desk. He leaned over the wood, invading her space. The playful arrogance was gone, replaced by a terrifying, lethal intensity.
"Stop using your pathetic, microscopic brain to dig into consortium secrets," Cayden hissed, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "If you keep asking questions about this report, you won't just ruin your marriage. You will end up in a body bag."
The pure murder in his eyes made Cora's breath catch. She stumbled backward, her spine hitting the heavy wooden door.
Cayden saw the raw terror in her eyes. His chest tightened painfully, but he forced his face to remain a mask of stone.
He grabbed a prescription pad, scribbled an address on it, and shoved it into her trembling hand.
"If the day comes when you realize you can't survive in that house anymore," he whispered, "go to this address. Ask for Joe."
Before Cora could process the words, violent pounding shook the door.
"Madam! Open the door!" the security captain roared from the hallway.
Cayden moved instantly. He grabbed Cora by the shoulders, pulled her close, and violently messed up her perfectly styled hair. He ripped her dress slightly off her shoulder.
The door burst open. The guards flooded into the room, drawing their stun guns.
They stopped dead in their tracks, staring at the highly compromised, intimate position of the doctor and the billionaire's wife.
Cayden threw his hands up in the air, a sleazy grin spreading across his face. "Whoa, boys! The beautiful lady walked into the wrong room and practically threw herself at me. I'm innocent."
Cora realized what he was doing. He was using a moral scandal to cover up the fact that she was investigating the medical report. She bit her tongue, lowering her head to play the part of the caught, panicked wife.
The security captain glared at Cayden with disgust. He grabbed Cora roughly by the bicep and dragged her out of the room.
As she was pulled down the hallway, Cora looked back over her shoulder. Cayden was watching her. The sleazy grin was gone, replaced by a look of profound, agonizing regret.
The guards shoved her into the back of the SUV. The captain immediately keyed his radio. "Mr. Pope. We have a situation at the hospital."
Cora clutched the crumpled prescription slip in her fist. Her mind was a chaotic, terrifying mess.
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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.