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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The Billionaire's Secret Blood Sacrifice Bride of Contents
New Release Novels
9.1
Julian Laurent was known as the most notorious playboy in Rivermont, changing girlfriends as often as he changed his clothes and treating marriage like a joke.
Clara Sterling, on the other hand, had always been the most quiet and obedient daughter of the Sterling family. Raised as the heir since childhood, she had been flawless in every word and every gesture.
A family-arranged marriage forced these two complete opposites into the same life.
On their wedding night, Julian openly made out with a young model at a nightclub.
For the first time, Clara cast aside her propriety, slapping him and demanding a divorce on the spot.
But before the next day was over, their families had forced them to remarry.
This time, Julian managed to stay faithful for a month before he cheated again.
Clara filed for divorce once more, cutting ties with him completely.
However, that very same day, it was revealed that Clara was not the real daughter of the Sterling family, and she was thrown out.
At her lowest point, Julian found her and solemnly promised to protect her from then on.
They remarried again, and from that day forward, the scandals surrounding Julian ceased.
Everyone said Clara was lucky. Even her best friend insisted that Julian had truly settled down, and Clara believed it.
Until she saw him in a hospital corridor, holding her best friend's hand, his voice strained with deep emotion, "I never liked her. You're the one I've always loved!"
It turned out all of his tenderness had been a lie.
This time, she walked away and never looked back.
And the man who had once treated her as disposable only realized after she was gone that he had long since drowned in her quiet love, unable to escape.
7.3
I was tracing the gold paint on my own tombstone when a hand tapped me on the shoulder.
It was Clayton.
The same man who, five years ago, had left me bleeding out in a ditch because he didn't want to be late for my sister's engagement party.
"Die quietly, Ivy," he had said over the phone before hanging up.
Now, standing over my grave, he dropped his cheap plastic flowers in shock.
"Ivy? You're... we buried you."
They hadn't buried me.
They had buried an empty box to save face, mourning a "troubled" daughter they had actually discarded like broken trash the moment I became a liability.
Clayton's shock quickly turned to that familiar, arrogant anger.
He accused me of faking my death for attention.
He told me I was sick for putting the family through such pain.
He even reached out to grab my arm, intending to drag me back to my father to apologize.
"You're coming with me," he spat. "You owe us an explanation."
But he made a fatal mistake.
He thought he was talking to Ivy Dillard, the soft girl who cried when she skinned her knees.
He didn't notice the town car waiting at the curb, or the man stepping out of it.
Before Clayton's fingers could graze my coat, a hand made of steel caught his wrist.
Collin Richardson, the most feared Capo in Chicago, stepped between us.
"Touch my wife again," Collin whispered, his voice promising violence. "And you lose the hand."
I smiled at the terror draining the color from Clayton's face.
I didn't come back from the dead to explain myself.
I came back to bury them.
7.9
One night of deception.
A lifetime of consequences.
A bond that cannot be broken.
Nadia Williams is an Omega living in the shadows of the pack she once called home.
Since her father's death, she and her mother, Estelle, have been treated as outcasts by her ruthless uncle, Alpha Edwards. When her mother is framed for theft, Nadia is forced into a deal with the devil.
To save her mother's life, she must become a virgin substitute for her cousin, Danielle.
Her aunt, Katerina, offers a devil's bargain to set her mother free: Nadia must spend one night in the bed of the most powerful man in the country, the billionaire; Alpha Conrad Bradley.
The catch?
She must swap places with her spiteful cousin.
Conrad demands a virgin bride to secure his royal bloodline, and Danielle, Nadia's cruel cousin, has already forfeited her purity.
What begins as a desperate night of passion in the dark spirals into a web of hidden identities and betrayal.
Nadia survives the night and disappears, hoping to bury the shame of the encounter forever.
But fate has a different plan.
Desperate for a fresh start away from her uncle's shadow, Nadia secures a high-level position at Bradley Group of Industries.
As Alpha Conrad unknowingly hires Nadia at his company, an undeniable connection sparks between them.
Conrad is haunted by the scent of the woman from that night-a scent that doesn't match his fiancée, Danielle, but seems to cling to his new, brilliant employee.
As they work side-by-side, Nadia finds an unexpected and beautiful second chance at a life she thought was lost.
Yet, buried secrets threaten to destroy everything.
When the Alpha discovers the woman he truly bonded with, the fallout will be legendary.
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.
8.1
Born into luxury, Hermione Watson-Pierce has always felt like merely a pawn in her parents' ruthless game of power. She learned to suppress her emotions, earning herself the title of the "Ice Queen."
Just then, Aiden Mendes bursts into her life-a charming playboy known for his reckless reputation. Aiden chooses to cope with his inner turmoil through a lavish lifestyle, using his charisma and striking looks to keep others at bay.
A looming threat forces them to face a contracted marriage or risk losing their inheritance. When they first meet, Aiden is struck by an unexpected attraction, as if it were love at first sight. Yet, his notorious reputation precedes him, and Hermione makes no effort to hide her disdain.
As their contractual marriage evolves into a battle of wills, Aiden must work to melt Hermione's icy heart, proving that he is more than what meets the eye. But can he persuade her to rise above her prejudices and bravely pursue love?
7.7
BAD REPUTATION
7.7
It was her hair that fascinated him. The reddish-brown mass was parted high to one side, windswept almost. And then there was her make-up, neutral save for the liner around her eyes and the bold lip colour... was that purple?
His gaze narrowed over it and she must have sensed his attention, her eyes flickering in his direction. "You know, it's rude to stare."
Her voice was husky, a crisp edge that rasped along his spine and sealed her appeal. Derek was hooked. Her eyes were back on the doors, her lack of interest obvious.
He should've taken it as a sign, but since when had he backed off from anything he fancied?
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