Novel & Cerita Inside Out 2 Jealousy

] Mom gave a bitter smile and nodded toward the judge. Soon, dense transaction records filled the big screen. At a glance, almost all of them were from nightclubs, bars, and male escorts… Under the consumer's name, it clearly said Matilda. The crowd instantly exploded. [Damn, no wonder Matilda is so skinny. But it’s not from hunger, she’s been living a dirty life!] [This is hilarious. She spent all her money drinking and fooling around. Of course, she has nothing left to eat.] [I knew it. A philanthropist who treats outsiders so well. How could she possibly abuse her own daughter?]

She was typing on her phone, that same smug smile on her face. Then my eyes drifted back to Rhea. To the girl who’d let me inside her last night. Who’d taken everything I gave her and begged for more. Who’d looked at me this morning with something that felt dangerously close to trust. And who was now sitting with another guy’s hand in hers, lying to protect someone who’d almost killed her. The jealousy was a living thing, eating me from the inside out. I’d never felt anything like it. This consuming need to possess her. To make sure everyone knew she was ours.

My stomach twists as they hold hands, their fingers laced together as they walk toward the door. The world slows down. My chest tightens, and I feel like I can’t breathe. I woke up so happy today, spent hours planning this party to make Jack’s birthday perfect, and now this? He’s here with a girl, holding her hand like it’s the most natural thing in the world. I should be happy for him. I want to be happy for him. But I can’t. The jealousy burns, sharp and raw, clawing at my insides. She’s holding my Jack’s hand.

His arms were taut with the desire to reach for her, but he knew that she’d never stand for it. Jenny took a deep breath, trying to stop the room spinning. The thought that someone wanted to hurt Liv – maybe hurt her the way that Jenny had been hurt just over six years ago – made her sick and furious. She looked over at Chris and felt the insane and surprising urge to curl up on his lap, just press her face into his broad chest and hide from all the ugly, awful things in the world that scared and hurt women for no reason at all. “You OK?” he asked quietly.

If he were penniless… how much more ruthless would he be? Rita got the luxury, and I got the pain. He could keep dreaming on. Mr. Patton Senior turned away, unable to even look at him. "You idiot. You won't need to declare bankruptcy—Jenning Group's already been gutted from the inside by the Atkinson family. Who do you think arranged that car crash in the first place? "You treasured your would-be killer like a priceless gem. Do you think that's deep love? It's pathetic. Burns? Fireworks? All of it—Rita staged the entire thing."

“I found out I was being beaten up by my ex and it was killing me inside because in my head I had never told anyone. Then I saw pictures of you with a peroxide piranha and I felt jealous and everything consolidated when I found out that I have more than one hundred and twenty thousand dollars in my account.” I’m chatting too much and he’s giving me that annoying smile I like so much. “Jealousy?” He raises an eyebrow. I nod with my head.

There was only a worn thread of shared history, as thin as a thread can be, and a fresh, bright line of something that was plainly and solely pity. The green thing beneath my breastbone did not disappear. I want that recorded. It remained while I looked at the truth, and it went on insisting. I understood for the first time that jealousy is not information. It is weather. You can stand in it and read the evidence at the same time, and it does not care in the slightest. I made myself walk away from the shutters, and that was the only genuinely clever thing I did in the whole of that month. The letter arrived the next morning.

So I stayed hidden, bleeding, watching the man I paid use the woman I loved like she was his personal fuck toy. I saw her come, hard. Her back arched, mouth open in a silent scream, pussy gushing around his cock. I saw him fill her, thick white cum leaking out of her stretched hole and running down her beautiful thighs. I saw her collapse against his chest, whispering my name like he was me. The jealousy was so deep it felt like my heart was being ripped out and stomped on. I wasn’t just jealous of his cock inside her. I was jealous of the ghost she thought he was. She was giving her body to a lie, and the lie was wearing my face.

Jennie's POV It's a family member's engagement party but I don't care about any of it. My body is burning hot with jealousy as I watch quietly. I should be angry alone but my cunt is throbbing pathetically. My veins are pumping with liquid fire of possession and desire for the forbidden. I had a taste once and now I can't let anyone else take it from me. Calculatedly, my brown eyes follow my stepbrothers movements around the spacious room. There's a new girl they seem so intrigued by and it makes me feel so jealous that I can't hide it…and I can't control the damping of my panties.

"Please, answer me." He didn't look down. He didn't blink. He was completely deaf to her words, his mind entirely consumed by a pitch-black, suffocating jealousy that had warped his sanity. To him, the throne room was still playing on a loop, the golden prince claiming her, and worse, her begging for that prince's life. The beast beneath his skin was thrashing against its cage, demanding to isolate its mate, to strip away every lingering ghost of her past until the only thing left in her universe was him.