His Walking Blood Bank: The Unwanted Wife

Chapter 6 The Possession Unravels

Word Count: 559 | Released on: 23/07/2026

he amber of the whiskey, dripping onto the po

"She used a letter opener... a

cut herself open

sset lost or a plan disrupted. It was a raw, unfamiliar feel

on his intercom. "Ca

Cameron Price, appea

avering at the sight of the blood and broken

ination, and every piece of traffic and security camera foota

g hand. "And get me a complete file on every pe

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ng windows, looking down at the spr

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meron returned with a ta

edical Center. She directed them

the emergency bay entrance

of the ambulance. Then, the black Audi ap

s coat, his movements full of a tenderness Delano himself had never sh

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rd. Delano rolled the

the way Eliot looked at her, the un

d in Delano's gut. He finall

. A necessity for Fanny. But now, it se

ht was in

" Delano said, his voice raspy. "Every project, every

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situation spiraling beyond his control. He hadn't just lost a blood sou

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rt off his desk w

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His Walking Blood Bank: The Unwanted Wife

Yue Rujing Romance

“For three years, I played the perfect wife to billionaire Delano Gates, hoping my quiet devotion would eventually melt his frozen heart. On our third anniversary, he stood me up. Instead, I received an anonymous text with screenshots of his chat with his mistress. The messages revealed a sickening truth: my rare Rh-null blood was the only reason he married me. I wasn't his wife; I was a walking, breathing blood bag to keep his true love alive. When I handed him the divorce papers, he tore them to pieces. "I will not agree to a divorce until Fanny's condition is completely stable. You're not going anywhere." He threatened to bankrupt my father's sinking company if I dared to leak the truth. Then, he locked me inside his sprawling estate, placing guards at every door and confiscating my phone. He even ordered professionals to manage my diet and sleep, just to ensure his 'blood source' remained healthy. I was trapped in a gilded cage, my three years of love reduced to a mere medical supply for another woman. Did he really think his cruelty and wealth could force me to be her literal lifeline forever? Staring at the newly barred windows, I picked up a sharp silver letter opener. Without hesitation, I slashed it across my own wrist. If spilling my own blood was the only way to trigger a medical emergency and open those iron gates, then I would gladly pay the price for my freedom.”