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Hadassah asked simply, standing right front of him, unharmed Moriah somehow lifted his chin up, forcing himself to stare into her evil dazzling green eyes. He spat angrily at her, "You mad, hateful, cold bitch. I despise you from my heart! Her eyes slightly widened at hearing his useless cussing, but a moment later she burst into laughter "How silly you still are, Ezekiel. You despise me, that's alright, but I wonder if you really do have a heart.

"What's bothering you, my dear friend?" Vivian asked, her voice laced with genuine concern, her eyes searching Emma's face for any sign of distress. Emma's lips twisted into a knowing smirk, her gaze momentarily flickering to the sparkling ring on Vivian's finger. A wave of resentment surged within her as she watched the diamond catch the light, mocking her. How could Vivian be so blissfully unaware? How could she, of all people, be the one to wear that ring, to have his love, when Emma was the one who deserved it? The envy gnawed at her, but today, Emma had made a vow: she would destroy everything.

It made her sick. “Why should she be the one with the perfect life?” Amanda thought bitterly. “Why does she get to be happy while I struggle?” The jealousy festered inside her, making her seethe. It wasn’t just about the job; it was about years of pent-up resentment and the feeling of always being second best. Amanda had always wanted what Seraphina had, and now she had to beg for scraps from her sister’s table. “I hate this,” she thought, her mind racing. “I hate her for making me do this.”

Alpha Jeffn looked at her, not saying a word. "Your Highness claims to understand the taste of hatred? Do you have anything to resent? Your Highness is dressed in luxurious clothing, surrounded by praise and favors. What you call injustice and sorrow is merely a lack of high status. You've been looked down upon or insulted a little. We are not the same kind of people." Emma coldly laughed, "I've said it before; we can never be the same kind of people. So, Third Prince, there's no need to repeat these words."

The green-eyed monster, just like in one of William Shakespeare's plays. Indeed, jealousy is a terrible crime. I have never felt too much jealousy on someone, not until I knew who Victoria Olivia Kingstein is. I know I’m being too immature, but it’s only normal for any human to experience such emotion, right? Especially If the one I have growing feelings for looked too amused by a video of Isla’s daughter with her friends called “the elites.” A nickname given to them by the media, to which the wealthy kids would disagree with, but of course, that only made the public praise and love them more.

Or worse. *****

not like this. To Be Continued...

Am I seeing what I think I am seeing. Every ugly feeling in me rose at once then. Jealousy, yes. Enough of it to sour the back of my throat. Grief. Shame. A sharp vicious little stab of something almost like panic at the image before me, Ayla where I might once have stood, Ayla with the whole yard’s gaze on her and no shame in it, Ayla having had the sense or the courage or simply the love to act where I had always only assumed. For one second I hated her for that. Not deeply. Not yet. Just enough to feel how dangerous hatred could become if fed properly. I swallowed it all.

’t hate you, I envy you!” she confessed. I snapped my head up at her, “I’m sorry… what? Why on earth would you envy me? You’re beautiful, smart, kind… calm. All the things I’m definitely not.” I turned away from her again, not daring to meet her gaze. “Ness…” She placed a hand on my knee “when you first came to us, I confess it wasn’t an easy adjustment I pretended to hate you because it made my real emotions easier to hide, but I didn’t hate you. I knew all the things you did to help Mila, I was jealous of you. Because all the time I thought she was alone, and would desperately need me when she was back, she had you. You were there for her, secretly helping and supporting her. You were the

Alvin muttered under his breath, his voice low and bitter, each word laced with the heat of his jealousy. The question echoed in his mind, filling him with a sense of frustration and helplessness that he couldn’t shake. His pulse quickened, the steady thump of his heartbeat growing erratic as the jealousy tightened its grip on him. Every fiber of his being bristled with the emotions he had kept buried for so long, and now, watching Patricia laugh so effortlessly with Caleb, those feelings surged to the surface, impossible to ignore.