All Chapters of BLOOD FOR A BRIDE : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter 21 - Just like her

-ASARAIAH KAINE-9:00 a.m., my phone screen read.The morning light spilled over silver and glass, softening the long dining table that could have hosted a small kingdom. But it was just us: Malrik at the head, me at his right.He broke the silence first. “You handled yourself well last night.”I swallowed a bite of melon, pulse too quick. “I only wanted to see what my work looked like through someone else’s eyes. But when the bids kept rising, I realized it wasn’t about money. It was about… expression. A way to carve myself into the world.”His glass halted halfway to his lips. For the briefest moment, something sharp cracked across his expression, unguarded, almost raw. Gone in a blink.“You speak as though you’ve lived it,” he said, voice low.My fork clinked against porcelain. “I’ve read enough to feel it.”His gaze lingered, heavy, too long. Then—like shutters slamming closed—his chair scraped softly back. “I have business.”And he was gone. Just like that.I stared down at frui

Chapter 22 - Just me now

-ASARAIAH KAINE-I couldn’t sleep.The sheets were cool, the mattress softer than clouds, but my body tossed and turned as if it were still pressed against the thin cot in Montova. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him—Malrik’s dull, hollow eyes from yesterday. That quiet verdict in the hallway. The way he looked at me as though I had slipped through his fingers, though I wasn’t sure I’d ever been in his hands to begin with.Was that even a fight?I wasn’t sure. It hadn’t been shouting or doors slamming. Just silence. Silence with an edge sharp enough to cut through bone.I sat up with a sigh, swinging my legs off the bed. My scars prickled under the moonlight, old marks etched into my skin like someone else’s handwriting. I reached for the jar on the nightstand,the cream Malrik had left without a word weeks ago. Scar removal. Expensive. Rare. I rubbed it carefully over my arms, my collarbone, down to my legs. Slow circles, like erasing an old story.In the mirror across the room,

Chapter 23 - Gym and Boutique

-ASARAIAH KAINE-The second morning without Malrik was unbearable in its quiet.The Kaine mansion was not built for silence. It was too large, too intricate, too heavy with history to sit still. Without him, the house seemed to ache with absence, like every wall remembered the weight of his footsteps and now grieved them. His chair at the head of the table sat untouched, silverware aligned like soldiers waiting for a command that would never come.My plate was warm, but my appetite had vanished. I stirred the custard and fruit until it became something unrecognizable, pushing food in circles just to avoid thinking.Two months.That was what Asher had said—flat, efficient, as though the words hadn’t shifted the weight of the house onto my shoulders. Malrik Kaine would not return for two months.It had only been two days.I should have felt free. Relieved. I should have welcomed it, no more burning gold eyes across the table, no more silence heavy enough to choke me, no more chains disg

Chapter 24 - Consume her whole

-MALRIK KAINE- Power has a sound.It is not the cheer of applause or the hollow clatter of coins. Power sounds like silence obeying you. It sounds like men lowering their eyes because they cannot bear to meet yours. It sounds like pens scratching desperately against contracts they swore they’d never sign.London bowed to me that morning.The skyscraper window stretched endlessly before me, the city writhing and pulsing below, veins of traffic glimmering under the gray sky. I stood at its edge, high enough to feel untouchable, and yet every nerve in me was wired, raw, restless.“Minister Halbrook’s office confirmed,” one of my men murmured, handing me a digital file. “They’ll maintain the supply line.”“They don’t have a choice,” I replied, taking the tablet. My signature slid across the screen, black ink on an electronic grave. The man bowed and disappeared, his silence an acknowledgment of how final my words always were.My London branch had been useful but soft in my absence. Numbe

Chapter 25 - Malrik Kaine’s wife

-ASARAIAH KAINE-The mansion was quieter than death.It was the kind of silence that pressed against my skin, that breathed down my neck, that reminded me with every echo of my steps that I was alone.It had been three weeks since he left.By now, I should have grown used to it, the empty chair at the dining table, the untouched glass at his place, the way the air no longer shifted when he entered a room. Instead, the absence had sharpened. It filled corners like smoke, heavier with each day that passed.I thought I would feel free. That was the cruelest part. No burning gaze across the table, no heavy silence that pinned me down, no storm bottled inside his chest threatening to break. But freedom was hollow when the chains had already carved their mark.I was restless.Painting should have been enough. But my canvases were frantic, bleeding storms I couldn’t bear to look at once they dried. Afsana worried. She begged me to rest. But what good was rest when the moment I closed my eyes

Chapter 26 - “God, I missed you.”

-ASARAIAH KAINE- The storm returned at night. I knew it the second the heavy doors of the mansion groaned open and footsteps echoed through the hall. They weren’t the shuffled, hurried sounds of staff, or the light tread of the maids. They were measured. Commanding. Each step rolled like thunder, shaking loose the silence that had smothered these walls for two endless months. Malrik was home. My heart betrayed me, slamming against my ribs. I’d imagined this moment a hundred different ways. That he’d walk in and pull me close without a word. That he’d look at me once and I’d feel undone. Or that he’d walk past me like I was a stranger. I didn’t expect the way the air itself shifted. Even from upstairs, I felt him. The tension that knotted my spine, the sudden awareness of my own breathing. It was as though the house had been dead and someone had just shocked it back to life. “Asaraiah,” Afsana whispered, appearing at the doorframe like a shadow. Her voice was tight. “He’s back

Chapter 27- “Because you undo me.”

-ASARAIAH KAINE- “God, i missed you.” The words weren’t planned. They sounded ripped straight from his chest, dragged out against his will. His breath shuddered, his golden eyes burning into mine as though he couldn’t believe I was real. I trembled, my heart hammering, my body pressed to his. I should have pulled away. I should have said something, anything, to ground us before the storm devoured us both. But all I could do was cling to him, breathless, as the fire we’d been circling for months finally caught flame. His words scorched me. God, I missed you. They looped in my mind like a chant, and I felt it in the way his body pressed to mine, the tension in his grip, the hunger in every kiss. This wasn’t Malrik Kaine, the ruthless man who ruled with silence and steel. This was Malrik undone. “Malrik…” My voice cracked against his mouth, my fingers curling into his shirt. But he didn’t let me speak. His lips claimed mine again, rougher this time, desperate, as though silence

Chapter 28 - Calla vs Malrik

-ASARAIAH KAINE-The first thing I felt was weight. Not the suffocating kind I’d grown used to all my life, but something different. Warm. Solid. Human.When my eyes opened, light spilled soft and gold through the curtains. And there he was. Malrik Kaine, head of the Kaine empire, the storm that had burned through my veins last night—was lying against me.His head rested on my chest, heavy, his arm thrown over my waist as if I might slip away in my sleep. The rise of his breath stirred against my collarbone, slow and steady. Vulnerable in a way I’d never thought I’d see.For a moment, I didn’t breathe. If I moved, the spell might break.Slowly, I brushed my hand through his hair. Dark strands slid through my fingers, softer than I expected. His face looked younger this way, unguarded, stripped of the weight of a thousand unspoken storms.And then, as if my touch had dragged him out of sleep, his lashes flickered.Golden eyes cracked open, hazy but sharp enough to catch me in the ac

Chapter 29 - Calla vs Malrik 2

-ASARAIAH KAINE-“Asa,” he said, voice rough. Commanding. “Come here.”I hesitated, caught between them, but my body betrayed me. I slipped my hand free from Calla’s, heat flooding my cheeks, and crossed the space.The moment I was within reach, Malrik’s arm curled around my waist, pulling me flush against his side. His fingers splayed across my hip like a warning to anyone watching.His gaze locked on Calla’s. Cold. Lethal. “You won’t need to take her.” His voice was low, vibrating through me. “She already knows where she belongs.”Calla held his stare, unflinching, but I could see the calculation behind her smile. She knew she’d struck a nerve—and survived it.I swallowed hard, torn between mortification and a strange, secret thrill.Because even though Malrik’s possessiveness burned like fire… his arm around me was steady. Solid. Like he wasn’t letting go.Not anymore.Calla didn’t flinch. She looked at the arm Malrik had wrapped around me, then back into his eyes, unbothered by t

Chapter 30 - The devil’s Kin

-ASARAIAH KAINE- The mansion was louder than usual.Not with shouting, but with something worse — laughter, chatter, footsteps echoing down corridors that had always been wrapped in silence. Liya and Laina had dragged me into the sitting room after breakfast, insisting that if I didn’t spend the morning with them, I’d “wither into a ghost.” Afsana sat cross-legged on the rug, lazily brushing out my hair while I sketched the beginnings of another painting.It was… nice. Strange, but nice.The silence that usually haunted these walls felt thinner, lighter. Maybe because Malrik had locked himself away in his office since dawn, buried in empire-sized problems. Maybe because, for once, I wasn’t tiptoeing through tension like glass.“Hold still,” Afsana scolded when I shifted. “If you move again, I’ll braid you lopsided, and everyone will know I hate you.”Laina snorted. “No one could hate her. She’ll look like a goddess even if you braid her sideways.”Heat prickled my cheeks, and I tried

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