The Billionaire's Secret Blood Sacrifice Bride

Chapter 4

Word Count: 780 | Released on: 18/04/2026

y wooden door shut. She rushed to the marble sink, turned on

t her bloodshot eyes in the mirror. Her che

aper towel, dried her face, and

onces. She kept her head down, smoothing the silk of

e-a harsh mix of medical

strong hand shot out, gripping her

r of amber irises. The man was staring down at her

letely unbuttoned, looking entirely out of plac

eyes raking over her expensive

m out of his grip. "Thank you," she said co

entionally blocking her path.

her ear. "That dress looks expensive," he whispere

his chest hard. "Excuse me? You

and pulling out a silver Zippo lighter. He flipped it open

r. He looked at her with the cold

ber eyes piercing right through her defenses. "Kendrick isn't raising a wife. He's curating a very rare, very frag

image of the needle piercing her vein that morning flashed behind her eyes, followed by the metallic taste of the neon-g

She pressed her back against the wall, her teeth biting dow

plex-something like regret-flashed in his amber eyes

from the end of the hallway. Kendric

out and slipped a stiff, black business card

hem. He raised his voice, adopting a sleazy, drunken tone. "I

ocked onto Cayden, their hands instinctively dropping to their

self," the lea

azy smile on his face. "Relax, boys. Jus

then turned and sauntered down the s

letely devoid of emotion. "Mr. Pope is

sharp edges of the black card hidden in he

smile back onto her face, and followed the guard

e saw her, his dark eyes scanned her body like

lf to hold his gaze, while her heart

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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.”