The Billionaire's Secret Blood Sacrifice Bride

Chapter 6

Word Count: 811 | Released on: 18/04/2026

obbed with a vicious migraine, and her muscle

ingers frantically over her skin. No bandages. No surgical scars

and Cayden's warning about the pharmacy, cr

age waiting to be slaughtered. She needed an excuse t

ws of designer clothes to a battered old suitcase she had brought f

her door. She slipped into the bathroom, turned the sink fau

wner of a small independent art galle

receiver. "I need a job. Anything. Filing pape

ye for art, didn't hesitate. "Of co

gnited in her chest. She powered off the devic

and walked out of the bedroom. She found the

ell Kendrick I got a job at an

on a side table, pulled a walkie-talkie from his belt, and w

butler picked it up, listened, and then handed th

ker, smooth and absolute. "You don't need to w

said, her voice shaking but firm. "I need to do so

r end. Then, Kendrick chuckled softly. "Alright,

hung up the receiver. She had won. It felt t

her old phone buzzed in the clo

er ear. Emma's voice was hy

everything. They said there was an anonymous tip about tax fraud. Pl

ora's hand, hitting the

entire life in less than two hours ju

out of the bedroom, ran down the grand staircase, a

med at the driver. "Take

front of the car, crossing their arms.

past him. The guard didn't even flinch. He reached out with one

open. Kendrick's black sedan rolled up th

He walked up to Cora, his face perfectly calm. He reached

arlobe. "The world out there is too dangerous

"You belong here. You are my perfect wife

ve out, and she sank to her knees on the gravel, compl

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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.”