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Chapter 156 - No more safe rooms
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BLOOD 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
BLOOD 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
BLOOD FOR A BRIDE Chapter 157 - The war begins
CHAPTER 140 — THE WAR BEGINSASARAIAH KAINEWar never announces itself properly.It doesn’t arrive with speeches or music or dramatic pauses. It seeps in quietly—through unanswered calls, through men who don’t check in, through the subtle way power grids flicker like something testing the dark.I was still awake when it started.The mansion had fallen into that rare, uneasy calm that only comes after violence. The kind of quiet that feels temporary, like the pause between breaths when someone is deciding whether to scream.Malrik was in the shower. I could hear the water through the bedroom wall, steady and hot, like he was trying to wash something off that wouldn’t come loose.I stood by the window, barefoot on cold marble, watching the city breathe.Then my phone vibrated.One message.No name.No warning.RUN.Before I could process it, the lights went out.Not a blackout. Not a failure.A cut.The emergency system kicked in half a second later, dim red lights bleeding into the hal
BLOOD FOR A BRIDE Chapter 156 - No more safe rooms
ASARAIAH KAINEThe first thing Malrik did after the vow was lock the house down.Not quietly. Not subtly.The lights along the hallway shifted from warm white to a sterile blue, motion sensors clicking alive like insects waking under the walls. Somewhere beneath the floor, heavy steel slid into place with a sound too deep to be comforting.I felt it before I saw it.The mansion changed temperature—cooler, controlled, alert. The kind of atmosphere meant to keep something dangerous contained.I stopped walking.My phone vibrated once in my hand, then went dead. No signal. No data. Nothing.I turned slowly.“This,” I said, keeping my voice steady, “isn’t happening.”Malrik didn’t look back. He was already moving down the corridor, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled, posture tight with that familiar command he wore like armor.“It’s protocol,” he said.“It’s a cage.”“It’s protection.”I laughed under my breath, not because it was funny, but because it was predictable. “I didn’t bleed into
BLOOD FOR A BRIDE Chapter 155- The Red Vow
Asaraiah Kaine The night didn’t wait for permission. It pressed in through the windows of the Kaine mansion, heavy with rain and the distant thrum of the city—sirens, engines, the low hum of power that never slept. I stood in the bedroom Malrik and I shared but rarely used, the one that had always felt like a ceasefire zone instead of a sanctuary. Tonight, that changed. The room was dim, lit only by the city glow bleeding through sheer curtains. No candles. No ceremony staged for effect. This wasn’t a performance. It was a reckoning. I could feel him before I heard him—the way the air shifted, the subtle pressure that meant Malrik was near. When the door closed behind him, the sound landed like a punctuation mark. “You didn’t come to dinner,” he said. “I wasn’t hungry.” He didn’t answer immediately. I turned to face him and saw that he hadn’t changed out of his suit. Jacket discarded, sleeves rolled, tie loosened. The look he wore wasn’t anger or restraint. It was resolve.
BLOOD FOR A BRIDE Chaoter 154 - The mafia summit
-Asaraiah Kaine-The summit was held in a place designed to make men feel small.Glass and steel rose over the river like a blade laid flat, the conference floor perched high enough that the city looked like a map someone else owned. Private elevators. Soundproofed walls. A view expensive enough to distract from the fact that every person inside the room could order a death with a text.I arrived with Malrik, not half a step behind him.Beside him.That distinction mattered.The doors slid open to reveal a long table of polished black stone, already occupied by men who’d built empires on extortion and inheritance. Old families. New money. A few who pretended to be legitimate and fooled no one.Conversation stalled when we entered.Not because of Malrik.Because of me.I felt it immediately—the subtle recalibration. Eyes lifting. Attention shifting. Calculations changing. This wasn’t the look men gave a decoration. It was the look they gave a variable they hadn’t planned for.“Lady Kai
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