Blissfully Popped

Colter Giordano, my fiancé of six years, heir to the Giordano family, took a bullet for a dancer named Mia. He didn't take one for me. A bullet tore through my shoulder. Blood bloomed across my dress, hot and sticky. But my heart hurt worse. He asked if I was okay. Just once. Then he rushed Mia to the hospital, leaving me bleeding on the floor. The next day, Mia's picture popped up on my Instagram feed. There she was, in a luxury hospital suite. Colter was fussing over a scratch on her arm that was barely there. The caption was just two words: "My Hero." I liked the post. Then I made an encrypted call. "The Falcone family's offer," I said. "I'm taking it. Get me on a plane to Sicily. Three days."

I've been dating the country's most eligible bachelor for two years. My base salary is $2 million, with bonuses based on performance. Holding hands costs $10,000, putting an arm around his waist is $20,000, and a kiss on the lips is a bit pricier at $50,000. As for certain bedroom activities, well, those come with a whole different price tag. Brad is fair-skinned and handsome, appearing only once a month – he's practically a walking Tiffany's diamond. Life is so sweet, it's easy to get complacent if you're not careful. One night, a DM popped up on Instagram from a stranger. "If you trust me, check your boyfriend's phone." "?" "I'm his girlfriend." "Am I the third party or are you the third party?" "You're third, I'm fourth." "Let's meet and talk details."

My fiancé, Owen Lockhart, came from old money. He kept a canary in a gilded cage, spoiling her rotten. Just as I was about to break off the engagement with him, a barrage of comments suddenly popped up in my mind. [What did Owen do wrong? He just wanted to get your attention.] [Don't break up with him. All you need to do is shed a few tears, and he'll give you everything.] I turned my head, and through the window, I saw the canary in her high-end jewelry, smiling brightly as she hooked her arm around Owen's. He lazily lowered his eyes, yet his expression held a hint of indifference mixed with a subtle affection. I smiled bitterly, replying to the lawyer's message: [Go on with drafting the engagement annulment agreement.]

In eight years together, my boyfriend—Shayne Raffield—blocked me eighty-eight times. This time? Because I missed his call. At my best friend's birthday party. Usually, I'd panic-order a gift, then stand outside his office, head down, ready to beg. But today? I blocked him first. The Chat Feed popped up, loud as ever: [Nooo, Ley-Bae, don't block Shay-Shay! He's just got abandonment issues. Comfort him!] [Shay's heart = shattered; Eyes = red. Ley, go! One pout and he's yours again!] Then Shayne called. Didn't say a word. Just breathed for ten seconds and hung up. The Chat Feed freaked out. [AHHHH SHAY LOVES LEY SO MUCH HE JUST SUCKS AT SAYING IT. THIS COWARD'S GONNA LOSE HIS GIRL.]

At our Thanksgiving family dinner, my stepbrother brought his beautiful girlfriend to meet the family for the first time. She held up her wine glass and flashed me a malicious smirk. “I heard you had a first love you can’t forget, Summer.” I kept my head low and focused on my food, unsure how to respond. After all, my first love… was her boyfriend. When I was seventeen, my stepbrother Ethan Cole tricked me into crossing the line we should never have crossed, while our parents were blissfully unaware. Even right now, under the table, his foot was rubbing mine sensually. He did not bother holding back. On the table, he held his girlfriend’s hand tenderly as he mocked me with a smirk, “You’re twenty-seven, sis. Your shelf life is running out, and you’re such a plain Jane. Who would ever want you?” I stood up abruptly and looked at him, my tone calm and resolute. “I’m married, Ethan.”

"Dr. Red. Ambulance is on its way with two incoming. A male and a female. Badly injured. Dr. Orth will be taking over the female, as she is in worse shape. You'll need to prepare a room for the male." That moment altered Rosalind Red's life forever. The man brought into her hospital was none other than James Wood, heir of Wood Industries, and Rosa's father's rival company. Unknowing to Rosa, James was also an Alpha to a pack that had just been destroyed. The woman brought in with him that night was none other than his mate, Marina. Rosalind Red was raised blissfully unaware of the supernatural world. When James awoke from a coma; Rosa was hooked. It was love at first sight. James' grandfather gave him an ultimatum to take over the family company; Get married, settle down, and have kids. The only problem.... His mate lay in a coma and wasn't improving. Rosalind propositioned James in the hopes that time would make him feel the connection that she couldn't explain. But after three years; Marina woke up from her coma, shaking the very ground that Rosalind and James' marriage was built on.

“Omega, in about an hour, you’ll feel warm, dizzy, and overcome with hormones in your body.” I paled. “What happens after it takes effect?” “Then an alpha in the surrounding area will react to your scent.” After an hour, the nurse popped her head in. She had a strange look in her eyes and I didn’t like it. “So he is out there?” The nurse’s smile fell, “No, not one.” My eyes widened. “two?” “No, you have four mates.” I shook my head. “No, that’s not possible!” She sighed and opened her phone. “Your mates are as follows; Colby Mcgrath, Rain Kim, Matthew Clark, and Jade Johnson.” When she said the first name I started to feel faint but then the nurse kept rattling off all the names of my tormenters for years. How could I be tied to all of my brother’s friends? My panties got wet, I refused to accept that this was a hormonal reaction.

"I love you though you are my brother and I know it is against the law but I don't care, i want to spend the rest of my life with you, in a safe place without being scared that we might get caught by our parents or by the authorities.. I am tired of this secret love, I want to be the mother of your children... It's just that it's not possible" Sarah sniffed and hugged Ryan very tight. Ryan smirked an an idea popped in his head, "It is possible." "How?" Sarah asked quizzically. "I have been planning our elopement for weeks. We will elope to a place far away to continue our love. Don't worry, this time, we won't get caught." He kissed her. What do you think will be the product of their love? Will they end up together? Unlock more chapters to find out...

After witnessing her boyfriend’s proposal to another woman on their third-year anniversary, Jacyn decided to take her revenge on all the people who hurt her and her whole family. She came back as the powerful heiress of the Lou Group of Companies, a rich and influential family in City B. She only has one purpose in returning to her previous life and that is to make them pay. On the first day of her return, a handsome man popped out of nowhere claiming to be her forgotten fiancé. Liam was a heartless and domineering CEO of the Lee Group of companies. He showed no mercy to all his enemies in the business world. He only had one purpose in life – to catch her murderer. “Little Jacyn, please stay with me. I will never let you go again. Never again.” The cold CEO was like a puppy asking her to stay. “Who are you?” “I am your future husband.” He arrogantly claimed her.

After my older sister, Cecilia, and I hit adulthood, our parents dropped a bomb: one of us had to run the family business, the other had to marry into the Spencer family in Norwick City. Cecilia, blinded by greed, called dibs on the company without blinking. Problem was, she was all talk. Spent her days jet-setting and partying while the business tanked. Within a year, she'd burned it all to the ground. Me? I got the Spencer name and popped out two boys, locking in my spot as the rich wife. Cecilia couldn't handle it. Jealousy made her snap—she straight-up stabbed me at a family party. Next thing I knew, I was back on the day we had to choose. Cecilia didn't even pause. "I'll marry into the Spencer family. The business can go to Demi." I laughed. My poor, clueless sister—she had no idea she was walking straight into hell.