Envy X Edward Novels & Stories

"I didn't expect Edward to be that stingy. So, does that mean you've never received gifts or money on your birthday, anniversaries, or holidays?" Macie nodded, her expression blank. Xavier was rendered speechless. He couldn't believe that Edward, who was born with a silver spoon, was acting so miserly. He thought it was honestly embarrassing for the entire elite circle of wealthy generations. "And yet, he gives money to his mistress but won't give you a dime?" he continued. "His wife gets discarded like trash, and the mistress becomes his world?" Xavier was utterly speechless. Edward was such a lowlife that Xavier couldn't even find the words to insult him.

Elinor sighed: "Edward, Sasha protects you too well. If it weren't for her, you might have difficulty eating now." Hearing Elinor's ironic words, Edward laughed immediately: "My wife is young, beautiful and capable. She works hard to make money to support me during the day, and at night she is my little wife who lets me do whatever I want. Brother, are you envious?" Elinor's face suddenly froze. At this moment, he looked at Edward with eyes that made him want to strangle him to death. He still couldn't figure it out. Sasha was not only stunningly beautiful but also extremely capable. She had no ability to do anything she wanted, so why did she fall in love with Edward, ​​a useless person who

His back was no longer bleeding, and there was a fury in his eyes that I had never seen before. “You’re a fucking monster,” Enzo growled, advancing on Edward. Edward only chuckled. He dodged as Enzo tried to whip him with the chains again, then stooped down and picked me up, holding me in front of himself as I squirmed to get free. His hand was clamped firmly around my neck, restricting my breathing while my feet barely touched the floor. “Go on,” Edward said. “Try to hit me again. You’ll only kill her.” Enzo’s eyes flickered down to me. Behind the fury, behind the hatred, there was also a deep pain mixed with a profound sense of love.

He watched as this young guy walked towards Vivian. He saw her smiling at him and just like that the other young man lowered himself and grazed his lips on her cheeks. He felt as if he was on fire after watching that. He was so angry and fuming. He knew exactly what he was feeling, jealousy. The thought of her with another just made his blood boil. Without caring for anything, Edward made a choice as a man. He was going to suffer the consequences later but now he was going to claim what belongs to him.

Then when he saw her stop and how Dwayne jogged to give her her bag, he was full blown sulking. *I am not jealous. I can't be jealous of some wife I married out of convenience. I can't be jealous of how someone else treats a woman who married for money. I don't care.* He told himself as he took his gaze off the both of the and sat on the couch. Edward after a few minutes of staring blankly at the black TV screen started to feel irritated again. First he was vexed, next he was jealous, then sulking and now he simply felt irritated.

"I'm not George, Wendy. You know the way to the palace, go there and just take out your anger on him.” Then with a look of mock realization,he continued. “Oh my, you probably won't….. because you will cower when you meet him. You are a coward, Wendy." He said, flexing his broken arm. "You know nothing about me!" I snarled, walking towards him. " Oh please,your first attempt to break my neck didn't work, you're going for a second attempt, come on,don't hold back." Edward shrugged,staring at her. She looked beautiful when being feisty and angry.

I said, because competition was the only language Edward understood. "Oh? Well you must hate Henry more than I do," Edward smirked. "But I guess I can see what you mean. I'll bring Jennie to you now." "Now?" I said, because my life is apparently a reality show with terrible timing. Edward snapped his fingers and, like a bad plot twist, Jennie appeared a few seconds later walking calmly toward us. She had that infuriating, perfectly composed walk and red hair that belonged in shampoo ads. I adjusted my expression to neutral and met her eyes.

Without having second thoughts, Edward immediately answered with a smile on his face. "Is she pretty?" Joaquin immediately follows through with another question. "I guess," he said with uncertainty. Common tell me the juicy details," Joaquin started to become impatient and was too eager to know exactly what happened to his friend. Edward is not the same as Joaquin who loves to flirt with the ladies. He is timid and naive. In their years of friendship, Joaquin never saw Edward interested in women because he is more focused on his studies and family business. Edward is the youngest billionaire in San Lorenzo Province all because of his hard work and perseverance. This may be the first time tha

"Say something, Edward! Get them to stop! That crazy bitch is ruining our home!" Edward stiffened when he heard the words 'our home'. He started to look guilty. "How wonderful. You're dreaming about becoming a rich woman without even finding out the real owner of his house." Ivana's eyes widened as more of her things continued to be thrown out. She looked at me questioningly. "What do you mean? Are you jealous of me? Even your husband is—ahhh!" I slapped her hard. Ivana was silent for a few seconds before her breathing got increasingly heavy. Her eyes reddened, and she tried her best to drag Edward up.