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Ashley says to me meaning my sister and this freaking dork. "Whatever." I say annoyed. "What's wrong? I noticed your attitude when it's about him." She says softly but serious. I look in her dark blue eyes and can't but tell the truth. How I feel. "I'm afraid. Afraid that your family won't like me and I don't manage to be the one they want for you. I'm not as perfect as Kerem is for your family." I admit. She changes her look from curious to sad. "Why do you mind?" She asks.

"What did you say? Who would ever be jealous of—" "You're so jealous that you curse me, hoping to use the opportunity to jump in and seduce Aiden, aren't you?" Alma interrupted nonchalantly, her gaze radiating utter contempt for the traitor. "Your inherent nature of eyeing what belongs to others—it seems you haven't dropped it after all these years."

"Jaha Ara was a rebel. She is the name of a rebel. She was the first woman of out family to go against the words of my father despite being a woman. In that mysoginistic era, she did what she could have. What no one expected from the women of the family she came from. I admire her. Despite her being involved with another person, this admiration of her resilience, of her never giving up, of standing up for what was her right, and talking back against oppression despite being alone. I admire these qualities of her. And this resilience and this rebel which naturally existed within her and after my father's forceful marriage of her with me, it reached a dangerous level, where it shouldn't have.

Alexander says with a voice dripping with malice that makes the jealousy inside me flare up again. The jealousy within me awakens with full force, a burning flame spreading through every fiber of my being. The image of Alexander with Aria, as close to her as I long to be, is like poison racing through my veins, fast and lethal. I try to keep my face neutral, but the hatred pulses beneath my skin, almost impossible to contain.

Juicy just held it all in until she felt like her heart would explode out of her chest in rage. She could have learned from Felix, who never let anyone get the last word, even if the end result was that he would still get beat up. He would always say, 'They just jealous of you, Juicy. That's why they talk about you. You look good and they wish they could look this hot. Vogue, girl!' And then they would prance around like models in a Madonna video; laughing all the while.

Sh‌e w⁠an⁠t​ed me to crumble u‍nder‌ the we⁠ight of my o‍wn inadequacy. I h‍a​ted the way she touched h​i⁠m. I ha​ted the way he allow‌ed it, his face a mask of iron di​scipline. But most o​f‌ all, I ha‌ted the ho⁠t, bit‌ter poison of je⁠alous​y making it hard to breathe.​

A weird anger was burning at the pit of my stomach when I thought of Nick and Serena being there for him when I wasn’t. That anger is called jealousy in Oxford dictionary. I didn’t ask for your help now! My head hung low, feeling embarrassed and ashamed of myself. I could feel Nick staring at me and wondering if he should believe this girl. "I don't hate you and I don't think he does either." this made me look up at him and saw a small smile on his face. "Really?!" he nodded. I suppose he knew I was asking about the latter part but I didn't want to speak about it.

The gesture was so intimate, so loving, that something ugly and hot twisted in my chest. Jealousy. Pure, vicious jealousy.

"Even if you pissed me off, I'll let it go." But as I watched from the other side of the screen, I felt nothing. My heart was a barren wasteland. See? He knew everything. He just thought he could keep pushing because he believed I'd always love him no matter what. Rita, convinced I was truly dead, turned all her rage over Milton's sudden absence onto me. The texts she sent were venomous. "Even in death, you're still trying to steal my man? Clearly, skinning you and blowing you up wasn't cruel enough."

She had her head down and wasn't looking at us as she said goodnight. “Mira? » She didn't answer as she left for her room without another word. When she got to her room, she gritted her teeth as she tossed the books at her bedside. "I'm horrible...how can I feel that way about Emma? I know it's not her fault but she has everything I ever wanted to have. Her mother loves her, she has her sister who is ready for anything for her, Michaël is crazy about her and now even my father considers her as his daughter. I don't care about the rest but now even my brother is obsessed with her. I only have Michaël but if she takes him from me. She has a sister and a mother, even Fabian chose his sister for