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Chapter 43 - Care less
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BLOOD FOR A BRIDE Chapter 51 - Sketch
— ASARAIAH KAINE —The morning after felt wrong.The mansion was too neat, too polished, like someone had scrubbed the blood out of it overnight even if no blood had been spilled. Shadows still clung to the corners, heavy as secrets, and the silence was the kind that pressed against your ears until you wanted to scream just to break it.Malrik was gone. I knew before I even asked. His absence was a weight the house carried, an emptiness too deliberate to be coincidence.“Business,” Afsana muttered when I pressed her. Nothing more.Business. That could mean anything. A deal. A body. A war.I tried not to think about it.Instead, I painted.The new paints Leina had ordered waited on my desk, unopened tubs of color bright and too clean. I dipped my brush into them anyway, dragging lines across the canvas until the shapes turned restless. Gold bleeding into black. Light trying and failing to push through shadow. My hand shook more than it should have, but I didn’t stop.“You’re going to s
BLOOD FOR A BRIDE Chapter 50 - MY WIFE
– MALRIK KAINE -I knew before the door opened.The hum of voices carried down the hall, Calla’s bright laugh pitched too loud, Leina’s sharp hiss cutting underneath it. The mansion was rarely that alive unless someone was stirring trouble.And trouble in my house meant her.I stepped inside.Asaraiah sat frozen on the couch, Calla practically pressed to her side, phone glowing between them. Leina stood stiff-backed by the window, Liya hovering small in the corner, Afsana near the shelves like she wanted to burn the phone out of Calla’s hand.But none of them mattered.She did.My wife.Head bowed, shoulders taut, fingers white-knuckled in her lap. Her heartbeat was the only sound I cared about, frantic and uneven, calling me like a drum.“Leave us,” I said.Calla opened her mouth. “But—”“Now.”The word hit like gunfire.Leina didn’t hesitate—she tugged Calla by the wrist, ignoring her protests. Liya trailed after them without a sound. Afsana lingered, eyes on me, chin lifted like sh
BLOOD FOR A BRIDE Chapter 49- Photo
-ASARAIAH KAINE-The house was still too quiet.After last night, I expected whispers. Doors slamming. Something. But the Kaine mansion only hummed in its own silence, polished and sharp like it had secrets buried under every tile.I sat cross-legged on the couch in the library, journal open across my lap, but my pen hovered uselessly. I couldn’t write it down. Not the sketches I saw in his study. Not the way the woman’s face on every canvas looked like mine. Not the way Malrik’s voice wrapped around me like smoke when he told me to stay out.Every time I closed my eyes, I swore I heard his scream again, that raw, guttural sound tearing through the walls.I didn’t know what was worse. That I wanted to run from it. Or that I wanted to run to it.Leina and liya pushed the new paint tubs I had ordered for my new work. “Asaraiah!”The library doors banged open so fast I nearly dropped the journal. Calla barreled in, her phone clutched in one hand, her curls bouncing wildly. Behind her, L
BLOOD FOR A BRIDE Chapter 48 - Get out
-MALRIK KAINE- The first thing I felt was blood.Not the warmth of it, not even the scent—it was the weight. Heavy. Metallic. It clung to my hands like oil, coating the ridges of my palms, dripping between my fingers. No matter how hard I scrubbed, it stayed.Her scream tore through me.Not Asa’s. Hers.Ruby eyes wide, lips forming my name in a broken plea as the blade sank. My blade.I hadn’t meant to do it. That was the lie I told myself, anyway. But hunger didn’t care for intention. Hunger devoured. Hunger ripped apart the only thing that had ever mattered, and left me standing over her corpse with steel in my hand and blood down my throat.The curse was born in that moment. A punishment that never let me forget.I jolted awake in my bed, chest heaving, sheets twisted around me like restraints. The scream still echoed—but it wasn’t hers anymore. It was mine.I dragged a hand over my face. Wet. My own sweat, cold as ice. My jaw ached from clenching too tight. My throat burned, raw
BLOOD FOR A BRIDE Chapter 47 -
– ASARAIAH KAINE –The morning after felt worse.Not because I hadn’t slept, God knew I’d tossed and turned for hours, but because the house itself seemed restless. Like it had absorbed my questions and now breathed them back into me with every creak of its walls. The mansion was too clean, too polished, too still, as if it had been designed to make me feel small.I pulled my robe tighter, stepping down the staircase slowly, eyes darting to the shadows at the edges of the hall. The night replayed in my head, the sound of claws against stone, Malrik appearing behind me like smoke, those golden eyes flickering in the dark.I swore my reflection in the gilt-framed mirror at the landing shimmered. Just for a second. My hair glowed deeper, my eyes glinted unnaturally.I blinked. It was gone.“Madam?”I nearly jumped out of my skin. Leina stood a few steps down, holding up two hangers. One was a black silk blouse with trousers. The other, a pale sundress with lace sleeves. Her expression wa
BLOOD FOR A BRIDE Chapter 46 - Garlic Bread
-ASARAIAH KAINE- The house felt different now. Like I’d peeled back a curtain and glimpsed something I wasn’t meant to see. Malrik didn’t speak of last night. Not when he carried me to bed. Not when he pulled the sheets over me like I was fragile glass. Not when I caught him staring at my cheek, where Selene’s cut had been, as if daring me to ask the question I wasn’t ready to ask. And now, morning light spilled across the marble halls, making everything too bright, too sharp. I wrapped my arms around myself as I padded down the staircase, trying to convince myself that nothing was wrong. That last night was just… adrenaline. That I hadn’t felt his tongue close a wound. That the mark hadn’t just vanished overnight. That I wasn’t imagining the way my own reflection didn’t look human anymore. I pressed harder on the banister, my nails digging into polished wood. “Madam, what do you want to wear today?” Leina asked as she leaned against me with outfit options sprawled on the bed.
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