The Mimic Jealousy Chapter 2 Novels & Stories

The pain and humiliation I had suffered from evaporated, replaced by stark lucidity. "Your thief-crying-thief skill is unmatched," I scoffed. "Who faked poverty? Paralysis? Who liquidated my dad's relic to curry favor with Mark? Who orchestrated a biennial drama solely to avenge him, delighting as I braved tempests to ferry your extravagant feast? You must have savored every moment, right? Who is the real cheater here?" My piercing stare shifted to Mark, noting the vacant finger where the ring once sat. I continued, "You two are the masked puppeteers, plotting, deceiving, and trampling genuine emotions underfoot."

“We burned the body. This thing shouldn’t be alive.” I crouched down. No signs of struggle. No broken lock. Just… emptiness. And on the wall, scratched in a frenzied clawing: “You brought it home with you.” — Hurrying back upstairs, I found Sienna and Caleb halfway through breakfast, a tranquility heavy in the air. She looked up, eyes narrowing. “What is it now?” “The mimic escaped,” I said, adrenaline spiking. Sienna shot up. “No. I saw it die—”

Danced on the grave of my dignity like it was confetti. I staggered back from the door, suddenly aware of how my hands were trembling. Of how my chest rose and fell like I was still being dragged underwater. I could still feel it, the betrayal. The nights I cried myself sick. The baby. The blood. The gaslighting. The cold stares. The silence. No, this wasn’t just a memory. It was a resurrection. I pressed my hand to my chest, grounding myself. This body? This moment? It was mine now. Not theirs. Not his.

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Chloe instantly froze in place, her face flushing slightly. It felt as if she were a high-level bitch. This statement seemed to trigger something within Joseph. His towering figure advanced toward Chloe, his eyes gleaming with sinister intensity. "Your methods have always been deplorable, and if I'm being honest, quite foolish. Your intentions were written all over your face, and yet I fell for them. At the very moment you successfully manipulated me, were you secretly mocking me as a fool in your heart?"

"Repeat after me. 'I killed Jean Shore.'" I lay there deathly pale, drool and snot running uncontrollably down my face as I stammered out the words. "I… killed Jean Shore." "Keep going. Say, 'I was jealous of Jean and wanted her to die miserably.'" I was barely conscious as I repeated the words, only for her to slap me hard across the face. She spat, "That's right. Just like that. When Mom, Dad, and Sebastian ask you later, that's exactly what you're going to say.

He wanted to give a round of applause to his old self that time for not daring to do something that could make his wife hate him. Then I added as I smiled sweetly at him but my eyes were coldly looking at him. “So, can you tell me why you deceive me? Mr. second-in-command butler?” He's doomed. END OF CHAPTER 28

“Try not to scream, just tell me.” “I was with Cecilia, in the library.” “Did you do something completely out of character?” I nod rather furiously. It was out of my character to be so intimidating or strong-headed against Steven. “I have a hunch on what’s happening to you because it looks like what happened to me, before I became an Abnormal.” I didn’t understand, I thought they were born, not made. What was happening to me? “Trust me.” He touches my face and I can feel how cold his hands were, I must have been sweating up a storm. He struggles but helps me pull off my jumper and that’s when I see something strange. There’s a red mark forming on my chest – red hot like someone was poking me

SCARLETT I walked down the hallway toward the conference hall with Adrian and Celeste following a few steps behind me. For the first time since waking up in this second life, I didn't feel like I was walking toward my execution. I felt like I was walking toward theirs. My heels struck the polished marble floor with a steady rhythm as I moved through the corridor. I could feel Adrian and Celeste behind me, but neither of them said a word. They had probably noticed the difference in me already.

The atmosphere was tense, yet anticipatory, like the moment before a journey begins. Jezebel's eyes seethed with resentment as she gazed surreptitiously at Mirabel, her mind racing with indignation. "How could they possibly appoint a young girl like her as our captain?" she thought to herself, her anger simmering just below the surface. She continued working, her hands moving with precision, but her mind was elsewhere, festering with discontent. Just then, Mirabel's voice broke the silence, her tone gentle but observant. "Jezebel, is anything bothering you? You've poured the diamond stones on the floor." Jezebel's eyes widened in alarm, her heart skipping a beat as she realized her mistake.