The Mimic: Jealousy Chapter 1 の小説・ストーリー

He had a smirk on his face; he must be enjoying this. “I’m not up to playing your games Antonio. Let me have it and I’ll be on my way.” He snickered, his eyes lowering to have to meet mine. The black swirling with blue and green was so dark now that the menace and coldness in them would have frozen hell over. Yet, the stupid smirk remained. Taunting. “You don’t plan on meeting with Darius do you?” I scoffed, a hint of a smile in my eyes. “Can you be any more pathetic? You can’t even hide the fact that you’re jealous. You’re already threatened by a 21-year-old. I have nothing to do with you regardless, so you can’t…”

"Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed her obsessing over that book all week. You think you’re going to seduce Leo with those tricks?" "Hush, Kiera." Mia throws her a disapproving glare. "Believing is key." My eyes wander to the pages. Chapter Four: Make Them Kneel Without Touching Them Something tightens in my chest. Curiosity. Quiet. Creeping. The kind that doesn’t knock before entering. Mia flips the page with a sigh, totally engrossed. “This one’s good,” she mutters. “This chapter alone is worth the price.” “Let me see.” I tilt my head, catching a line:

"I'll need to take a look at the woman who has the guts to do so." He marched straight toward me, grabbed my hair, and yanked me up. My bloodied face made me almost unrecognizable, and Joel's eyes briefly flashed with disgust. Just as he was about to throw me aside, he suddenly froze. Staring at me in shock, he stammered, "Mrs. Siegel? Why… Why are you here?"

I was still coughing painfully, but I forced myself to say, "It's not your fault. The real blame is on them." My sister glared at Jeanette and Zach. "How dare you hurt my brother?" she yelled. Jeanette looked panicked. She hurriedly held onto Zach and told my sister, "It's not like that, Miss Chase. Please let me explain! Julian Chase isn't your family's real heir. He's an imposter who stole Zach's identity. Your real brother is Zach." Zach also looked panicked. He said, "Sis, I'm your real brother! Julian stole my identity, and he kidnapped me. You can't forgive him!"

Footsteps thundered up the stairs. Margaret burst in, her eyes instantly turning venomous when she saw Isabella on the floor. "You bitch!" Margaret pointed at me. "You want to get rid of Isabella's child so your little bastard can be the only heir? I never should have let you stay in this attic!" "I didn't push her!" "She tried to push me down the stairs!" Isabella wailed. Margaret immediately took out her phone. "Dr. Johnson? Get to the Blackwood estate. Now."

It has always been waiting — not to kill her, but to see if she would kill herself with despair. "I am not staying," she whispers. The words are small. They are hoarse. But they are absolute. She stands. The cage does not break. It does not shatter. It simply releases her, the bars bending away like smoke in a breeze, the iron becoming mist, the lock dissolving into a question that no longer has an answer. The mimic screams. The sound is not human. It is the shriek of a lie exposed, a fraud stripped of its mask, and the creature that wears her face lunges at her with fingers hooked into claws.

Get the largest sunglasses you can find. As they waited for the elevator, Mimi felt the heavy weight of the diamond ring and the immense pressure of the lie. She was returning to the scene of the crime, going from contract employee to fake fiancée in the same building. The thought of seeing Victoria’s face, knowing the power she now held over the woman who had tormented her, was a small, cold satisfaction. She adjusted the brim of her hat, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and fierce determination. The real game was about to begin.

“Welcome to the inner circle, Lila. You are now the Queen of Historical Passions.” The vault erupted in thunderous applause. But as I stood there, covered in cum, smiling dreamily, a single, chilling thought echoed in my mind: I had won the game. I had become their Queen. But the real cost of my crown was only just beginning to reveal itself. The Club had not broken me. I had become the monster they created. Now I can do anything I like and control everybody in the club as long as I want to. And the next book in my descent was about to begin.

**This is book three in the Betrayed and Forsaken series. Events from the previous books may be referenced without specific details being provided about the event. It is recommended that you begin with the first book in the series The Mark of Betrayal.** Will I arrived at Alpha Roman's pack, hoping that Alpha Sloane would be my mate. I've always liked Sloane and after spending my teenager years growing up with her aunt, Samara, I thought it would be a perfect blending of our two families.