Mimic Chapter 3 Jealousy Novels & Stories

"So, let me get this straight. Your best friend died protecting you, and his only sister spent 18 years suffering in an orphanage before you found her. And the way you repaid that favor was by turning her into your mistress? Now that you've gotten rid of her, you expect me to be grateful and run back into your arms?" "That's because she hurt you!" Simon rushed to defend himself. "You're the one who hurt me!" I snapped. "It was your arrogance and self-righteousness! You treated me like a tool. You loved me when I was useful and betrayed me the moment you got tired! You think getting rid of Giara wipes the slate clean? That I'd just smile and come home like nothing ever happened?" I watched hi

“I’m the fucking bitch who is going to be up your ass the entire time you’re here. Make no mistake, we all know you’ll take any opportunity to hurt Stephanie or embarrass her on her special day. We all know you can’t stand not being the center of attention. Don’t think for one moment that any of us will allow that to happen. Just give me a reason, Whorena, and I will punch your lights out.” She snarls. “Actually, I’m hoping you do give me a reason. I’m feeling a bit left out. Sloane and Stephanie both got to punch you. I want my turn,” I say, pouting, then grinning widely when I see the understanding in her eyes. “That’s right. Stephanie told us all about your little escapade with Will. You

Jerry raised his fist and swung it at my face, but I easily caught it, my gaze frosty. "It was always you who tried to compete with me, Jerry. You're the one who constantly belittled me in front of others. I used to be weak and insecure, which gave you all the opportunity you needed to hurt me. But that won't be happening again." My grip was strong enough to make Jerry's face scrunch up in pain. "Let go of me, you bastard!" At that moment, Simone rushed over and shoved Jerry aside. She'd shown up at some point and witnessed everything. Her eyes were now filled with disappointment and disgust, a look she'd never taken when she looked at Jerry.

Sometimes before the mirror. She'd sit there, head bowed, putting on her jewelry. I'd walk over, meaning to clasp the necklace for her. But my hand passed through her shoulder. Sometimes by the window. She'd be in that deep-red gown, the silver's graze still on her arm. I'd ask whether it hurt. She only looked at me and smiled faintly. There was no hatred in that smile. No love either. Only calm and distance, exactly the way I'd once been toward her.

"You haven't hurt any of us." "Not yet," I say bitterly. "But it's always there, lurking beneath the surface. Waiting for me to slip up." She looks at her lap. "I know how you feel." She shakes her head. "I'm a little jealous of you, though." I have to hold back my laughter. "Jealous of me? No way." She sighs and tucks hair behind her ear. "At least you know what you are. I don't know anything about myself. Did my parents know about me? We they also ... whatever I am?"

Do I have to kill a bitch? 'I think our soul is jealous,' Theo says laughing, if chuckling sounded funny, this laugh sounded crazy weird. "I'm not jealous," I assure them, but the words sounded like they are laced with venom leaving my mouth. "She's jealous," Alpha Jayden says walking toward our hiding spot, how come everyone was coming over, we should be staying alone. "I'm not jealous," I say with a giant pout on my face, hoping Milo would come in and save me, but he wasn't here sadly.

I’ve known that since day one, yet here I am, trying to control the uncontrollable. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself, but it does nothing. My mind is still racing, imagining all the worst-case scenarios. Her words—about the chef—won’t stop playing in my head. I know she’s not serious, but that doesn’t change how it feels. The jealousy burns through me like acid. Suddenly, I can’t stand it anymore. I stride toward the kitchen. As I enter, I see Desiree standing there, casually leaning against the counter, a smug smile on her lips. Chef Douglas is nowhere in sight, but her expression says it all—she’s enjoying this game.

James suddenly grabbed her throat with shocking force. "You want to betray me too! You want to abandon me too!" Michelle struggled desperately, finding it harder and harder to breathe as everything began to blur. Survival instinct kicked in as she grabbed a sculpture from the table and smashed it against James's head. James grunted and collapsed to the floor. Michelle clutched her throat, coughing violently. Looking at James lying on the ground, there wasn't a trace of concern in her eyes—only disgust and contempt. "Look at yourself. Without your parents' protection, you're nothing but trash!

"You’ve asked me before—why I never got jealous when you brought other women home." My voice was calm, steady, and cold. "Because I never loved you. I only used you as a temporary replacement for Noah, a way to numb myself and keep going." Simon stared at me in disbelief. Tears welled up in his eyes, threatening to spill over. "No… that’s not possible! Chloe, you love me! You took care of me when I was sick. You put up with me when I lost my temper. How could you say you never loved me?"

Never had I thought Haley would lay a hand on me! Caught off guard, I stumbled and fell. My cheek was burning red and swollen. I was utterly humiliated. "How dare you hit me?" I growled. "What's to stop me? Back in school, you impersonated me, saying you were the rich daughter of a tycoon. Now, you're spreading rumors that my husband doesn't own this villa! You're asking for trouble!"