The Billionaire's Secret Blood Sacrifice Bride

Chapter 7

Word Count: 698 | Released on: 18/04/2026

d his briefcase, and walked out the door. He announced he

front gates, Cora sprang into action.

room," she said coldly. "Do not d

irs. She kicked off her shoes and walked silently barefo

y furniture and floor-to-ceiling books

her ID. If she was going to r

massive desk. Nothing. Just corpor

nd a row of leather-bound books was a flush-m

art hammered against her ribs. Sh

. ER

their wedding anniversary.

EMPT REMAINING. SYST

rehead. If the alarm triggered, the g

she remembered the black business ca

er. In the top right corner, barely visible under

s, she punched the nu

teel door p

nside. There were no passports. There was only a thick manila envelo

n and pulled out a stac

e top of the page was the exact same hematology

jargon. Her gaze slammed into a bold

TION FEASIBILITY: EXTREMELY HIGH. TOTAL HEMATO

er head. Her legs gave out, and she

rgical extraction plan and the post-

y he was drawing her blood. That's why he was so obsessed with her health. He was going to drain her bone marrow and strip

her all at once. She slapped both hands over he

the hallway. The security c

pers back into the envelope, threw it into the safe, and sla

ins covering the floor-to-ceiling wind

d into the study. His sharp

ver her nose and mouth. She didn't dare breathe. Her hear

y is clear," he muttered. He stepped b

he stared at the locked safe. She had the proof, but she

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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.”