The Billionaires 10th Bride
In a single night, Valerie’s world collapsed. Roody Sergio was murdered. Her family's fortune vanished, the grand Sergio estate was seized, and she was left buried under a $50 million debt that put a target on her head. With nowhere to go, Valerie turned to the man she had loved for four years. But instead of comfort, she found him in bed with another woman, laughing at her ruin.
Broken, hunted, and desperate, Valerie is left with only one dangerous option: Silas Vane.
Known as "The Eraser," Silas is a billionaire who deals in blood and silence. He offers to wipe her $50 million debt and crush the people who murdered her father. But the price is more than just a wedding ring. Before she can set foot in his mansion, Silas demands a Blood Oath.
In a dark, silent ritual, their souls are bound together, and Valerie is forced to follow three lethal rules:
1.No Children.
2.No Intimacy.
3.No Questions.
Now living in a world of cold luxury and constant fear, Valerie finds herself doing the one thing she was forbidden to do: falling deeply in love with Silas Vane. But the Vane's Mansion holds a dark secret. Inside a hidden extension of the mansion, Valerie finds the portraits of nine wives who came before her, having similar looks to her, and with each of the portraits came a haunting note.
The horrifying truth is finally revealed: Valerie wasn’t chosen to be a bride. She was chosen to be the 10th Sacrifice.
With the ritual approaching and her heart betrayed once more, Valerie is left with two decisions: Will she risk everything to run from the monster she loves, or will she embrace the blood oath to become his "Eternal Queen?”
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Chapter: Chapter FiveValerie's POVThe rain followed me as I drove, thick and heavy, blurring the city lights into long, broken lines. I didn’t even know where I was going. I only knew I couldn’t stay still. Every street felt unsafe. Every red light felt like a mistake.My hands hurt from gripping the steering wheel too tightly, my chest still burned from crying, and my mind replayed the same images again and again—Mike’s cold eyes, Sarah’s smile, the fifty-dollar bill on the floor. I swallowed hard and kept driving.After a while, I pulled into a filling station at the edge of the city. It was nearly empty, just one old car parked near the pumps. The overhead light flickered, buzzing softly like it might die at any moment. I parked beneath it and turned off the engine.The silence felt too loud. I leaned forward and rested my forehead against the steering wheel. My body shook as I tried to breathe. In. Out. Slow. The way my father had taught me when fear tried to take control.Fear is useful, he used to
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Chapter: Chapter FourValerie's POV The sight inside the bedroom struck me like a physical blow. My breath left my lungs, and something deep in my chest shattered beyond repair.There was Mike. My Mike, the man who had held my hand at my father’s grave only hours ago, the man who had told me he loved me. He lay sprawled across the bed, his skin glowing softly in the lamplight.And he wasn’t alone. Sarah was with him. My closest friend, the woman I had shared my secrets with, cried with, trusted without question. Her blonde hair was tangled in his pillow, her body pressed against his as they moved together, lost in each other.A scream burned up my throat—hot, sharp, desperate—but no sound came out. I stood frozen in the doorway, watching the two people I trusted most destroy me.Mike was the first to notice. His eyes lifted and locked onto mine. For a split second, panic flashed across his face. He jerked away from Sarah like a boy caught stealing, then the panic vanished. His expression hardened, turning
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Chapter: Chapter ThreeValerie’s POV“You can’t do this!” I wanted to scream the words, to chase after them, but my voice stayed trapped in my throat as I watched the red taillights of the SUVs disappear into the thick gray fog. They drove away calmly, as if they hadn’t just destroyed my life, leaving me standing there alone—soaked, shaking, and frozen in disbelief.For a moment, I couldn’t move. Then panic slammed into me as I turned and ran toward the massive front gates of my father’s penthouse, my heart pounding so violently it hurt. I reached for the handle, expecting it to open the way it always had, the way it had since I was a child.Instead, my hand struck something cold. I looked down and gasped. Heavy iron chains were wrapped tightly around the bars. Two massive red locks hung at the center, gleaming beneath the security lights like angry, watching eyes. I grabbed the bars and pulled with all my strength, desperation surging through me—but they didn’t move an inch.“No!” I screamed, my voice crac
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Chapter: Chapter TwoValerie’s POVThe name on the card felt heavy in my hand, like a secret too dangerous to say out loud.I remembered Roody Sergio saying that name once, months ago. He had been on the phone in his office, his face drained of color, his voice shaking. I had heard him say, “I can’t give the Vanes what they want.” Back then, I thought it was just business. But now, standing in the rain at his funeral, I realized it had been a warning. My father had been afraid of them. But how could I know for sure that the name he spoke was the same one I now held?Under the name Silas Vane, also printed in small gold letters, was an address: 100 Blackwood Heights. I stared at the card for a long time. Who was this man? Why had he looked at me as if I already belonged to him? My head was full of questions, but there were no answers.Every instinct told me to rip the card into tiny pieces—to throw it into the mud and walk away. I wanted to scream at the sky and say no to his insane talk about marriage. B
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Chapter: Chapter 0neValerie's POVThey all said it was a robbery gone wrong. They said an armed intruder broke into Roody's study and killed him for money but I didn’t believe a word of it.The sound of dirt hitting his casket was the worst sound I had ever heard. It didn’t sound like earth or mud. To me, it sounded like a heavy door slamming shut—closing my old life forever.I stood at the edge of the grave, unmoving. Rain soaked through my black veil and clung to my face like ice. I looked at the people gathered around the grave—men in expensive suits, women in black silk, all shedding carefully measured tears.In this city, Roody Sergio had been a king. And kings weren’t killed by thieves. They were killed by those who wanted their throne. I cried until my throat hurt. I didn't care if the mourners gossiped about how loudly I was sobbing–I didn't even care if they were looking at me.I knew what they were really thinking—how long it would take before Roody’s empire collapsed, and who would be first to
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