The Billionaire's Secret Blood Sacrifice Bride

Chapter 3

Word Count: 910 | Released on: 18/04/2026

ed carpet. Camera flashes exploded like lightning, captu

face the picture of absolute devotion. Cora placed h

useum's grand hall, she felt the weight of a hundred eyes on her. Th

ves. He squeezed Cora's waist, whispered an apology, and stepped a

in designer silk moved in. They formed a tight circle

y, stood at the front. She snapped her decorative

aid loudly, her voice carrying over the music, "you ca

d from the women. Cora gripped her champag

rother is a convict. Tell me, Cora, how exactly did a slum rat like you cl

stakes are his own. But at least my family isn't filing for Chapter 11 un

ion snapped her control. She raised her glass of red win

zed her eyes shut, br

ine never

the commotion. His eyes widened in absolute horror. He violently shoved past a stunned hedge fund manager, his expensive dress shoes ski

of cold cedarwood, taking the entire glass of red wi

The music seemed to stop. Everyone sta

d it gently around Cora's trembling shoulders, his ha

Chelsea. His eyes were completely hol

and dialed his assista

's family," Kendrick ordered, his voice echoing in

hysterically and begging for mercy. Two massive security guards grabbe

rned pale, staring at the flo

aist. He looked around the room. "If anyone touc

ed against his chest. Her heart swelled with a sudden

leading her up the grand staircase to a d

ou," Cora started,

ck against the freezing marble railing. His hand shot out, wrapping around her wr

, his face inches from hers, his eyes burning with a psychotic r

eyes. She stared at his twisted, furious fac

e was furious that her physical bo

down at his hand crushing her wrist. He blink

marks on her skin. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Cora. I jus

to swallow the bile rising in her th

away. Without waiting for his answer, she turned and practical

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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.”