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“You saved my life. Name your price.” “Take responsibility for me.” Asaraiah Montova is the invisible daughter of a brutal mafia bloodline. Born from her father's affair, she survives abuse, cruelty, and betrayal in silence. Her only sanctuary? A shed hidden deep in their estate, until she finds a bloodied stranger inside. Malrik Kaine is the name whispered in fear. A vampire and the ruthless mafia boss of the Kaine Syndicate. Cursed. Untouchable. Dangerous. When she saves his life, he owes her a favor. She demands the unthinkable: marriage. What starts as a desperate bargain spirals into an obsession between a girl with nothing to lose and a man who has lost everything. What if the shed wasn’t the first time they met? What happens when she finds out she has died by his hands more than once? And when her past collides with his curse, neither blood nor death will be enough to stop them. Dare to follow her into the darkness. Because once the blood debt is owed, there is no escape. Step into the shadows of the syndicate. Here, debts aren’t forgiven—they’re collected... in blood. “In the mafia, blood isn’t thicker than water—it’s the price you pay for power.”
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BLOOD FOR A BRIDE Chapter 161 - The Death
ASARAIAH KAINEThe mansion didn’t feel like a victory.It felt like a body after a fight—still warm, still breathing, but already bruising beneath the skin. The fires had been put out, the dead removed, the wounded taken downstairs where Gaya and her people worked in silence. No one spoke above a murmur. No one looked directly at me.They didn’t know how.I stood in the upper corridor outside Malrik’s bedroom, my hands scrubbed clean of blood that still felt like it was under my skin. The glow had faded from my veins, but the pressure remained, coiled tight in my chest like something waiting to be unleashed again.I could still feel them.The council. The watchers. Whatever had been listening when I broke the seal.Malrik was alive. That should have been enough.It wasn’t.Drayan leaned against the wall opposite me, one arm wrapped in bandages, his expression grim in a way I’d only seen once before—years ago, when he’d watched an entire syndicate burn because someone underestimated Ma
Last Updated : 2026-01-09BLOOD FOR A BRIDE Chapter 160 - The final war
ASARAIAH KAINEThe first thing I realized was that Malrik was heavier than he should have been.Not physically—he had always carried weight like armor—but spiritually, like the gravity around him had thickened, pulling everything down with it. Blood soaked through my hands no matter how hard I pressed. The symbols carved into the blade that pierced him burned my palms, reacting to my skin as if recognizing me.I screamed for help even though I knew no one could reach us in time.The courtyard had become a battlefield. Fire climbed the outer walls. Men lay scattered across the stone, some human, some very much not. The air stank of cordite and iron and something older—ozone and rot and ritual magic unleashed without restraint.“Stay with me,” I said again, my voice breaking despite my efforts to hold it steady. “You’re not allowed to leave.”Malrik’s breathing was shallow, uneven. His eyes flickered gold, then dimmed, then flared again, like a dying flame fighting the dark.“Asa,” he m
Last Updated : 2026-01-09BLOOD FOR A BRIDE Chapter 159 - The final Betrayal
ASARAIAH KAINEThe first sign something was wrong was how quiet the mansion felt.Not the controlled silence Malrik preferred—the kind enforced by discipline and fear—but the wrong kind. The kind that happens when people are holding their breath, waiting for something to happen.I felt it the moment I stepped into the east corridor.The air was heavier here. Dense, like it had been soaked in intent. My skin prickled, not with danger exactly, but with awareness. A pressure behind my eyes pulsed faintly, slow and deliberate, like something tapping on the inside of my skull.I stopped walking.Malrik noticed immediately. He always did.“What is it?” he asked, hand already drifting closer to the gun at his side.“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “But we’re not alone.”We weren’t.Footsteps echoed from the far end of the corridor—unhurried, familiar, deliberately exposed.Drayan emerged from the shadows.No weapon drawn. No tension in his shoulders. Just his usual composed posture, dark hai
Last Updated : 2026-01-06BLOOD FOR A BRIDE Chapter 158- The prophecy unbound
ASARAIAH KAINEBy dawn, the mansion smelled like smoke, antiseptic, and old blood.They had extinguished the fires, dragged out the bodies, sealed the breaches—but damage like this doesn’t disappear just because men with guns say it’s handled. It settles into walls. Into memory.I sat on the edge of the bed in the east wing, wrapped in one of Malrik’s shirts, hands resting loosely in my lap. My pulse had finally slowed, but my body still felt wrong—too warm, too aware, like it was listening to something beneath the surface of the world.Malrik stood near the window, shirtless, bruises blooming dark along his ribs and shoulder. He hadn’t slept. Neither had I.For a long time, we didn’t speak.“I’ve seen war before,” he said eventually. “Mafia wars. Vampire wars. This—” He exhaled. “This is something else.”“They weren’t here for territory,” I said. “They were here for me.”He turned, studying my face like he was trying to memorize it before it changed again. “They knew your name.”“The
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