Novel & Cerita Jealousy Got Me Strapped

This is getting too hot for me to watch. Whoever said Jealousy is a bitch is so right. Jealousy is really a bitch that would fuck up your mind and rile up your whole body.

I was never loved, never a real threat to you. The fire sored, swallowing the basement. Drugged and weak, I lay there as smoke filled the room, darkness finally taking me. For a long time, my soul drifted, lost. Then, a month later, something strange happened. It was our seventh wedding anniversary. And Hector got a message—from me. [It's our seventh anniversary. We'll be together forever.] I froze. How was that even possible? Wasn't I already dead?

As I stood in the shower, I took a deep breath, trying to calm my pounding heart. Our three-year-long mate bond was ending today. That thought left a sharp pain in my chest, almost suffocating me. As pain washed over me, a melodious ringtone reached my ears. Oh, no! I almost forgot I had to deliver a design proposal to an important client today. Hastily, I dressed up, grabbed my purse, and rushed downstairs. As I ran, I called out to Marcus, saying, "Marcus, please help arrange a ride for me!"

The inside job had fractured their trust completely, leaving them all raw and exposed in ways that made every interaction feel like walking through a minefield. Back at the hideout, the tension boiled over into something raw and desperate. Jax pulled Elara against the wall the moment the door closed, his mouth crashing down on hers in a bruising, claiming kiss. “You touched him,” he growled against her lips, hands roaming her body with aggressive hunger. The jealousy from earlier had turned into pure, possessive need, his body pressing her hard against the wall as he stripped her clothes off with impatient hands.

Swift reflexes enabled me to prevent the stranger from stumbling. A pair of beguiling blue eyes met mine, lips pink and captivating. Her waist-length chestnut locks framed a smooth visage, begging for my touch. The soft curve of her waist fit perfectly within my grasp, awakening an unfamiliar possessiveness. Intervening, a young man extracted her from my arms, addressing her as "cutie pie" and reminding her to be cautious. The turmoil that surged within me was unequivocal - an unwelcome rival had emerged. My gaze darkened as I watched them retreat, a brewing storm of jealousy within me.

“About Diamond… Was she a mistake? Do you feel… anything for her? Did you want to feel something for her, the way you—” The glass trembles in her hand and I realise that's what she’s scared of. Not of the paparazzi or Tom. But Me and what I feel. Something hot flares in my chest. Jealousy. Possessiveness. Real or not, programmed or not, it’s mine. I close the distance in two strides. I grab the glass from her fingers and set it aside without looking. My other hand slides to her waist, pulling her closer until our bodies brush.

Why is it so hard to get it! But, I could not bring my hands back as he grabbed them tightly. "Wait... Are you jealous because of that?" He arched his brow. There was no trace of anger on his face but a strange satisfaction lingered. I blinked, mouth agape. Seriously!? At this point, he is asking me that!? I want to kill him for real! "Fuck you!" I snapped and tried to struggle out of his strong grip when I felt another sharp pain in my abdomen as I winced in his grip.

For a second, guilt punched through the jealousy. Because she was right. Every threat around her existed because of me. Still, possessiveness drowned everything else. “You don’t need him,” I said roughly. My hand slid slowly along her side, gripping her hip possessively. “You have me.” The air changed instantly. Tension exploded between us like gasoline catching fire. Elara’s breathing quickened. “So that’s what this is?” she whispered. “Jealousy?” I stared down at her. “No.” A pause. “Ownership.”

Breathy. Followed by Calder's low murmur. My hand slowly dropped away from the door. The realization hit me immediately. They were having sex. I stood there completely still while heat rushed through my body violently. Then came another sound. Veda moaning softly. My stomach twisted hard. Something ugly surged through me instantly. Jealousy. Pure jealousy. Hot. Sharp. Painful. I swallowed hard but the lump in my throat refused to go away. Why did hearing them together feel so wrong?

jealous. “It was an outburst of jealousy.”