His Walking Blood Bank: The Unwanted Wife

Chapter 3 Welcome to Your Golden Cage

Word Count: 533 | Released on: 23/07/2026

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n hold," he barked into the receiver. "Restore the credit lines to the Lanc

is safe," he said, his voice dangerously smooth, a promise of

ding outside, Hank Kowalski, "From now on, Mrs.

" But two towering bodyguards, seemingly materializing from the shadows, blocked her path with silent, resolute efficiency. Their mas

table, from now on, your diet, your sleep-everything will be 'managed' by professionals." His gaze dropped to her hand, where her phone was still clutched tight

her only "weapon," her link to the world, was taken away. The chilling, brutal reality of her situat

, welcome to your new cage." He straightened up, cast one last look at her as if she were a precious but unruly animal, and turned t

her back against the cold, unyielding wood, her chest heaving. This lavish bedroom, once a symbol of her privileged life, now stood as a gilded prison. Silk

es, fiercer and more unyielding than ever. Delano had underestimated her. He thought he had trapped her, broken her will-but he had

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His Walking Blood Bank: The Unwanted Wife

Yue Rujing Romance

“For three years, I played the perfect wife to billionaire Delano Gates, hoping my quiet devotion would eventually melt his frozen heart. On our third anniversary, he stood me up. Instead, I received an anonymous text with screenshots of his chat with his mistress. The messages revealed a sickening truth: my rare Rh-null blood was the only reason he married me. I wasn't his wife; I was a walking, breathing blood bag to keep his true love alive. When I handed him the divorce papers, he tore them to pieces. "I will not agree to a divorce until Fanny's condition is completely stable. You're not going anywhere." He threatened to bankrupt my father's sinking company if I dared to leak the truth. Then, he locked me inside his sprawling estate, placing guards at every door and confiscating my phone. He even ordered professionals to manage my diet and sleep, just to ensure his 'blood source' remained healthy. I was trapped in a gilded cage, my three years of love reduced to a mere medical supply for another woman. Did he really think his cruelty and wealth could force me to be her literal lifeline forever? Staring at the newly barred windows, I picked up a sharp silver letter opener. Without hesitation, I slashed it across my own wrist. If spilling my own blood was the only way to trigger a medical emergency and open those iron gates, then I would gladly pay the price for my freedom.”