Envy X Edward Novels & Stories

"Stop pretending. Why else would you be here when it was just supposed to be Austin and me discussing business? You obviously came for me. But what you did was unforgivable—I won't forgive you so easily." "I'm Oskar Group's heir. Of course, I have to receive you with Austin." "Lies." "Edward, what are you two talking about?" Daisy approached, gently cradling her belly, standing tall as if she had already won. "Daisy, are you tired from dancing? You should rest—you're carrying the future president of Abend Group," Edward said, wrapping an arm around her while sneaking glances at me, gauging my reaction. "I'm not tired. I haven't seen Stella in so long; I'd love to chat with her. Stella, your

He stood up, tossing the phone back on the bed. She watched him pace toward the window, his shoulders tense. “You know who sent that, don’t you?” Edward didn’t answer. “Tell me.” He turned to her, his voice low. “I think it was Celeste.” “Why would she do that?” “Because she’s bitter. She’s jealous. She never wanted me to move on.” Abby stood up, crossing her arms. “What exactly does she think I don’t know?” Edward stared at her. Then slowly, he walked back over and cupped her face in his hands.

“The only bastard here is you, Henry. He is a better man than you will ever be. He is a real man. He wouldn’t leave the woman he is supposed to love in a hospital bed by herself after the most traumatic experience of her life. He wouldn’t ask for a divorce as she lies broken and bruised in a hospital bed. You are a coward, Henry. I wouldn’t get back with you even if my life depended on it.” Each word that comes from my lips is filled with hatred and pain. The memory is a bad one. Henry opens his mouth to speak, but changes his mind. He hangs his head in shame. “Lost for words, Henry?” He lifts his head, sighing. “Sorry.” He mumbles and rushes off, full of shame. I hope he feels it every day!

And I was green with envy and venomous with vengeance. “I don’t think you should go,” Von Quavo had tried to stop me when he found out. “I am not going there to wish him a happy fucking married life,” I had stated. “Which is exactly why you shouldn’t be going there,” he had said. “Edward is a bastard, and he doesn’t deserve happiness. He is supposed to be in jail, but he went scot free even after everything,” I had said, my rage building and boiling hotly. “So, you are just going to go there and kill everyone because you are vengeful and upset?” Von Quavo had asked me.

So, I walked up to Edward. "Good morning, Edward! You’re up pretty early," I said to him. He came off the wall and stood right beside me. I had to move back; he was up in my face. "Yes, I am my lady." He bowed when he said that. I am sorry, did I offend you, Cherry?" he asked, with a sad look on his face. "Umm... No! It's just that I paused and said never mind." I told him. What is then! You can tell me. I won't judge you, sweetheart." "Don't call me sweetheart! I said with a growl. He holds his hands up, "Whoa, my bad, I apologize, Cherry." He said with a smile that did not reach his eyes. I need to be more careful with him; he scares me more than Brockie, Matthew, and Christian. Something

I rushed toward Edward, falling into his chest, and hugging him as tears fell from my eyes continuously. "People are not here for a romantic play," Zen said coldly. "Why not? They are already watching a Ghengis Khan one," Edward answered calmly, gently caressing my head. "You have got the nerve to talk back to me. Are you even aware of the position you are in right now?" Zen questioned, clenching his jaw. If eyes could stab, Edward would be lying dead on the ground till then. "If you don't want a sarcastic answer then don't ask," Edward responded.

" I noticed the envy flash through Edward's eyes. Then, he put on that act. He reached out as if he wanted to touch the jersey but dared not to, staring at the jersey in my hands with wide, eager eyes. "Nick, do you like this player too? I like him too, but my family was too poor to give me things like this. Can I touch the jersey? I promise I won't damage it. I'm so jealous of you. Mom and Dad spoil you so much." That pitiful look on his face immediately triggered my parents' sympathy, just like in the previous life. Without hesitation, Dad snatched the jersey from my hands and handed it to Edward. "Since Ed likes it, give it to him. You haven't forgotten that we asked you to give in to him

The stone on my finger way too heavy right now. The double doors flung open just as we reached the top of the stairs and Edward stepped out, a sneer directed at me. "Well well well, if it isn't my favorite person ever!" Xander rolled his eyes, sarcasm dripping from each of his words. "And if it isn't my favorite tabloid couple!" Edward replied with concealed venom. "The forbidden billionaire office romance, they are calling you. Mr. King is extremely pleased with the way he found out." I winced.

“Look here, Thornton brat: no idea why you’re sniffing around this good-for-nothing son of mine, but he ain’t worth licking the underside of my boots. Tried to save his mama and couldn’t even do that. Now he thinks he’s gonna save me, and what? He can’t do a damn thing about it. He thinks being a martyr will make everything right.” He smiled grimly. “I know something about guilt, believe me.” In that last moment, Lizzie could see a glimmer of humanity beneath Edward’s bitterness. She almost felt pity for him. Trent shook with rage. “I might be a failure, but at least I’m not a coldhearted bastard who’ll die with nobody caring a damn about me,” Trent said in a low voice, almost toneless. The

This was what he looked forward to all the while he set out to rescue her and now she trusted Edward, but not him. Edward turned to him, his eyes seeking permission from him, and he couldn’t deny it. They had a long way to go with returning to Wahala, and if he would bring the solace she needed, he wouldn’t deny her. He nodded, and Edward wrapped his arms around her tightly, then leaned in and kissed her hair. He looked away and took his leave so his brother could have a moment to comfort his wife. It wasn’t jealousy. That would have been over five summers ago when he didn’t know how his wife felt about him or where his brother’s loyalty lay. He knew all that now and so he didn’t feel jealou