Novel & Cerita Romance Novels With Jealousy

I’d sworn I would never let that happen again, promised myself I would change, that I would be better, more understanding and not jump into conclusions. But deep down, jealousy burned slowly through my veins. Watching Roman beside her, making her laugh, forced me to face something terrifying. Roman wasn’t just a threat to me. He was the version of a partner Delilah might actually need. Handsome, passionate, and emotionally available, not weighed down by power, by guilt, by the suffocating weight of my own need for control. Someone free. Unlike me. I felt a clammy sweat break out on my palms. I adjusted my tie, suddenly finding the clothing choking. The voices around me were growing louder, m

Jealous glances, subtle touches, and lingering stares made every moment electric. Sophia noticed Luke’s eyes on her constantly, but she also saw him glance at Tess with a teasing smirk. No, she thought. He’s mine. Tess caught Duke staring at Lila more than usual, and heat of jealousy churned through her. She bit her lip, trying to ignore it—but couldn’t. Every interaction, every playful touch between the couples, was now laced with tension: jealousy, desire, and unspoken secrets. The air was taut with emotion, every glance carrying weight.

The butler remained expressionless, "Our young lady said if you come again, we'll call the police." Nathan's smile froze on his face. He looked up at my bedroom window in disbelief, as if asking why. I stood behind the curtain, watching the scene coldly. Once, I had loved him with all my heart, yet he had tossed me aside like trash. Now, I felt nothing but disgust and hatred for him. James and Nathan—one my former brother, the other my former fiancé—had once been the most important people in my life. Now they were like two drowned rats, ruthlessly turned away at my door.

I added to see the annoyance which hatched on her face. I removed the contact I had from her breast before turning around. I walked into my closet, taking out a shirt. She wasn’t going to give up that easily, I thought finding her following me into the closet. Her tits out in the open, having her more sexy and my poor cock was hurting and pleading to get out. “You can’t marry her Diego and I won’t allow you either.” Finally, she was stating what she wants. I wasn’t shocked. We had it in our blood to be a bit jealous and that jealousy drives into something insane. It turns into obsession.

I wondered how much they paid for it. They looked perfect together. Perfect to have. Perfect for each other. But they weren't. Their happiness was probably tainted by me. I felt jealousy creep through me as I stared at them, I should hate them. Hate Avery for stealing mine and Alphonso for bringing such disgrace upon me. Hate them for being together after what they had done. But I couldn't hate him. Even as he hurt me, I was still pathetically in love with him. It made me nauseous to think that it was possible that he truly loved me as well but there was always the fact that I'd been reading too many romance novels and that my mind was playing tricks on me.

The realization that she was not the one experiencing those stolen kisses, whispered promises, and passionate embraces left her heart shattered into countless fragments. But amidst the pain, a seething anger simmered within her. It was an anger borne out of jealousy and possessiveness, fueling her thoughts with bitterness. How dare his wife have him all to herself? How dare they embark on a romantic journey while she was left behind, yearning for his touch? The injustice of it all was unbearable!

The more I stared, the more my heart fluttered and my stomach got filled with a funny feeling. I was confused as I started to feel congested. “What are you doing to me?” I whispered and rolled on my back, facing the ceiling. Can I love her without hurting her? Can I love her without making her cry? I wanted her to be with me, only me. Sandy was mine and mine alone and just the thought of someone else taking her away from me because of my stupidity set my heart on fire with jealousy. I was hers and she was mine, I wanted it to be that way forever. Heck, I didn’t even want the damn divorce but the question filling my head again were; Could I make her happy by loving her like a man would love a

I held my head high, confident in the bond that Marc and I shared. As I stepped into the dining hall, my eyes immediately fell upon Rona, one of the brides, kissing Marc. Jealousy coursed through my veins, threatening to consume me. But I quickly reminded myself that I was more than just his wife. I was his soulmate, his partner, and the one who held his heart. I took a deep breath, suppressing the surge of jealousy that threatened to overwhelm me. Instead, I focused on the love that Marc and I shared, reminding myself that our connection was stronger than any fleeting moment with another woman.

He must have thought that I had refused to be his companion because of Roman. I wanted to cry out in protest, but Roman continued to hold me tightly in front of Anna, showing off our affection. "I don't know what misunderstanding there is between you and my girlfriend, but I don't want to see you bothering her again tonight," he said to Anna. Anna was just as shocked as I was. She alternated her gaze between Roman and me, her eyes burning with jealousy. Yet, with Roman by my side, she couldn't drop her ladylike facade in front of others. She could only give me a spiteful glare and walk away angrily.

What gave him the right to dictate who I could or couldn't be with? The memory of that burgundy lace made jealousy flare hot and vicious in my chest again. I pictured Dante with some faceless woman, his hands on her body, his mouth on her skin, and the image made me want to scream. Or break something. Preferably over his perfect, arrogant head. "It's not fair," I whispered, sinking onto the edge of the bed, consumed with jealousy over women he'd been with before he even knew I existed. A soft knock interrupted my spiraling thoughts.