Bliss
What the hell are George and Ria doing when they invited me here, with the door open?
But for some reason I caught a whiff of Liam's scent. I left the door and looked to the bedside and saw Ria on Liam.
“What the actual fuck are you doing?” My mouth was wide agape.
Liam stood up, flicking his hair back; it's his habitual gesture. He walked to where his clothes were and was dressing up.
Ria put on her lingerie and moved to sit on the cushion and crossed her legs. she just shot me a sly smile.
While I'm fighting back tears, “What's all this Ria?”
She looked at me. “Hmmm?”
“What are you doing with Liam?” I said again.
She stood up and came closer to where I was, “Are you blind?” twisting her hair.
“What?”
she nodded emphatically three times.
“Even if you're blind, are you dumb?” She examined me from head to toe. “Can't you see you're just being deceived? I and Liam are in love, my dear; he loves me and not you.”
She walks to where Liam is. “Baby, maybe you should tell her; she does not seem to get it yet.” Liam turned to her, held onto her naked breast, pulled her closer to himself, and they locked lips together.
“Liam!!” I called with a shaky voice, but he moved his head to her chest, put her nipple in his mouth, and back to her lips he moved his hand all over her waist and grabbed her but.
My eyes swelled up with tears as I stood frozen, the wait of his actions crushing me like a physical blow, the sound of his moaning, it all felt like a knife twisting in my gut. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of pain, each wave crashing harder than the last.
Each sound he made was a fresh wound, a razor-sharp cut that left me reeling. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think, and I couldn’t process the depth of his betrayal. The room seemed to spin around me and I felt myself stumbling my legs weak beneath me.
The pain was a living thing, a monster that wrapped itself around my heart and squeezed tight. It was a scream that echoed through my mind, a cacophony of hurt, anger and sadness. I felt like I was losing myself, like I was disappearing into the darkness of his deceit.
Tears streamed down my face, hot and bitter as I struggled to find my voice. My words were barely above a whisper anymore, a fragile thread of sound that trembled with emotion.
”How could you?” I whispered the words torn from my soul. I felt like I was losing everything – my love, my trust, my sense of self. The pain was overwhelming.
I wasn’t sure if I’d find my way out of this darkness.
Ria always took everything I wanted, and I let her have them. I can’t let her have Liam. “What a great wedding gift, George,” I mumbled to myself.
When they heard this, they let each other go; at this point, I think I was just looking for who to blame.
She came back to me. “George is so dumb,” she said, grinding. “He refused to pick up the signal, so I wanted to announce it to you both that my wedding is in three days, but he was acting up.”
So George also just discovered, just like I did.
“I told him to invite you to get a wedding gift from us in the hotel, and he agreed.“ She laughed out loud.”
I was short of words.How could she behave like this?
“You know what?” She shifted closer to me and whispered in my ear, “Did you know George was in love with you? He met me to help him get to you, but I was bored, and I. Kept him to myself instead; they are all the same, just like Liam.” She moved some steps back and winked at me.
“Where is George?” I asked. He might actually be as heartbroken as I am.
“Ohhh”, acting shocked, “I forgot to tell you; he came here, saw us, and he was acting all up. See him?“ She moved her finger to the other side of the bed and went to sit on the cushion.
I walked slowly to where she pointed, my feet heavy. I saw George on the floor, blood gushing out; funny how they placed his head on the duvet to prevent the blood from flowing everywhere. Seeing this sent shivers down my spine.
”Ria!!“ I called, my eyes wide open, ”What did you do to him? Is he dead?”
She looked at me. “You like asking too many questions. Am I supposed to answer that? Find out for yourself if he's dead or not.”
Tears rolled down. I did not expect them to invite me, not to the hotel room, not ever. Yes, there I was standing .
“Seriously, Bliss? So you really thought I would give you a gift? By the way, this is also a gift.” Ria's voice was syrupy, coated with that fake sweetness I was starting to hate.
“You wanted me to see for myself,” I replied. Liam was leaning against the wall with that lazy knowing smirk. His eyes darkened when they landed on me.
“So you're curious,” Liam said, his voice dripping with mockery.
RiaThey always picked her.No matter what I tried, Bliss always came first when it came to men. The golden child. The mysterious one. The resurrected one. I had to try all my possible best just to get their attention.The pack couldn’t stop glaring at her like she was a bloody miracle.I watched from my window, the morning sun blaring across the horizon, spilling over the pack’s training like liquid fire.Down below, I could see them moving—soldiers in uniform, one other woman giving commands; Kharo stood arms folded. And in the middle of it all… Bliss.She stood with the quiet self-importance, like the word owed her something. Even in her silence she soaked up every glance, every whisper. I could see in the way Kharo paused a second too long when he looked at her—even now, even after what I’d told him.My jaw tightened. “I told you she was Liam’s. I told you she married that bastard who killed her; what more do you need?”I took a sip of my tea and tried not to crush the porcelain cu
BlissSomething had changed. At first, I thought I imagined it. The way Kharo’s eyes flickered away too fast when we crossed paths. How his words—once deliberate, solid, sometimes even warm—had become clipped and cold Like frost edging over glass.I watched him now from across the strategy table, as we were all gathered for an Inner Circle briefing.His gaze didn’t meet mine once. Not even accidentally. He spoke only when he had to, his voice cool and commanding as always, but there was a distance in it that hadn’t been there before.And it hit harder than I wanted to admit. I shifted in my chair, my heart pressing uncomfortably against my ribs. This wasn’t just about pack protocol; this was personal.Days ago we had sat beneath moonlight in the grove, sharing secrets, sharing silence. He’d held my hand like it mattered. Looked at me; I wasn’t a burden. Like I was something… important. But now? I was invincible.And I hated that it stung.“Bliss”, Kharo’s voice cut in suddenly, snapp
Kharo I couldn’t sleep.The moon had dipped behind the clouds, casting the estate in shadow, but inside me everything still burnt too bright. Ria’s words echoed over and over like whispers clawing at my thoughts.“They were married, Kharo.Bliss and Liam.”I kept pacing. From the floor - to- ceiling windows in my office to the farthest wall and back again. The lights were off. It shouldn’t have mattered.Bliss’s past was her own. I wasn’t entitled to it. But Ria’s voice has planted a seed—a cruel one—and now I couldn’t get it out of my head.Had she really married him?Why Liam?And if she had… why hadn’t she told me?I finally stormed out of the room.I needed answers. From her. From Bliss herself. Not filtered through someone else’s bitterness. I didn’t want Ria’s version. I didn’t want to believe that behind Bliss's guarded looks and fierce resilience was just another lie.I found her on the training deck, of all place—Alone in a black sport top and leggings, hair tied up, fists
RiaThe next morning.From the balcony, where I stood, the world looked small and distant—just the way I like it. Far from the chaos I’d left behind, yet close enough to pull the strings.I watched Kharo for a long moment.He stood alone, leaning against the polished railing, the faintest crease of tension threading his brows.“Just looking at his body biult, make me want to have him so fast gosh. His way over Liam’s level. He’s far ahead.” I murmured to myself.He was the kind of man who held everything inside—a quiet storm. My type of man. I knew from the moment I saw him that he was both a weapon and a shield, and I was going to use that.My heels clicked against the floor, a deliberate sound in the silence.He turned slowly like a predator sensing another in his territory.“Kharo,” I called, my voice soft but steady, the words dripping with an invisible poison.His dark eyes met mine, sharp and cautious. “Ria. What’s in your mind at this hour?”I smiled, the kind that didn’t reac
RiaI stood at the edge of the spacious Kareem pack living room, watching them.Bliss and Kharo—like two pieces of a puzzle I’d been trying to shatter. But instead they fit perfectly.It made my stomach twist in ways I hated.I took Liam from her, and now she has a bigger fish. Why is everything always going her way?Jealousy isn’t always a fire that burns out of control. Sometimes, it’s a slow, cold drip of poison that settles under your skin and refuses to leave.That’s what this was.Kharo. The alpha. The king of this pack. The man everyone whispered about. That no one can get.He wasn’t supposed to be anyone’s consolation prize, especially not hers, not Bliss’s.But there they were, standing close, eyes locked in silent conversation, a connection I couldn’t fake or deny. And it felt like a betrayal.I flexed my fingers, reminding myself that was just the beginning.I smoothed my face into the perfect mask—a soft smile, the kind that says I’m harmless, I’m friendly, and I’m family.
BlissI wasn’t supposed to be here.Not in this room. Not at this table. Not in this world.But somehow, I’d earned a seat in the Kareem pack’s war room—where the Inner Circles met behind reinforced glass doors and bulletproof walls.A place where wolves spoke in codes, where maps were marked with blood and silence meant trust.And now I was sitting between warriors who could kill me in under ten seconds.No pressure.Kharo stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, back straight, the definition of untouchable. But his eyes flicked to me every few minutes—quiet, unreadable flicks that said everything and nothing.I sat still. Hands folded. Spine straight. Pretending I wasn’t sweating through my shirt.The only female in the room apart from the packs' tech strategist Yara, was Eren, Cala and Aria. Cala was watching me like I was an unexploded bomb on the table.Maybe I was.“This mission is off-book,” Kharo began, his voice low but commanding. “We’ve intercepted comms from the Rogue