Penelope's POV:"Baby, good news! I've sent the money to you. Bad news, it's not enough to get you a divorce."My fingers freeze over my keyboard. At the back of my mind, I remember Vincent's card. I shove the image out of my mind as soon as it comes. “Alright Sera, thank you,” “It's been a week now. Are you sure you're alright?” Seraphina asks, her voice soft and mellow. A week. A full week since Charles slammed my head into the wall and came clean of his affair with my sister. Footsteps approaching make me raise my head up from my computer screen. “What are you doing here?” “Pen?” Sera asks over the speaker. “Is everything —”“I'll call you back,” I say and end the call, not taking my eyes off my visitor. Vincent Halstead stands in front of me, a lazy smile on his lips and amusement dancing in his eyes. He's dressed in a navy suit and tie, and I hate how my eyes roam over his body. He looks around my office, nodding to himself as he takes in the decor. “I must say, you reall
Vincent's POV:My brother is a fool. Then again, he's always been a fool. He has the audacity to walk in with Penelope's sister on his arm looking like they just fucked, and act like he's the one offended. “What does it look like?” Penelope fires back, a sweet smile on her face but acid on her tongue. Oh. My sister-in-law has some fire in her? Wonderful. I believed she would cave, or stumble over her words. What happened between the dinner and now? Charles' narrows his eyes at her. “You…”“It's fine, I trust Penny. I'm sure it's all some innocent tea party or whatever,” her sister says. As she speaks, her eyes cut over to me. It happens in half a second, but I see it. Lust flashes in her eyes. Interesting. This would bid me well after all. “Calypso!” The slobbering kid jumps to his feet and rushes over to her. “Finally! You weren't picking any of my calls and—”Charles doesn't let him finish. He punches the kid square in the face, letting to of Calypso so he could hit the kid
Penelope's POV:When I'm not staring into his eyes, my tongue can form words and speak them out loud. “You have a beautiful place,” Vincent says the moment he steps into the house. His tone is dry, and he doesn't seem to find the space beautiful at all. “Thanks. I decorated it,” I reply and turn to him. I find him staring at me and I quickly look away. “Coffee?”He sits on the couch, his legs and arms spread out without a care in the world. “That would be lovely, thank you.” Our house is not small by any chance. But being in here with Vincent makes the place seem smaller. Cramped. Hard to breathe in. As if he's taking up the entire space just by sitting on the couch. He's a large man, sure. Tall and well built. But it's not just his size. It's as if even his shadow has weight. It's terrifying. He's terrifying. And shivers course up the back of my legs. I've never felt such an aura from someone before. And that's saying a lot, because I've spent most of life surrounded by dangerous
Penelope's POV:Her words make me flinch. No matter how many times she's been harsh to me, I can never get used to it. It still cuts my heart, like a hot knife through butter. “I was…” I trail off and glanced at Charles. The look in his eyes makes my blood chill. Go on, he seems to say. Go on and tell them what happened. The saddest part is that my parents won't even believe me. Charles could do no wrong in their eyes. He saved them from poverty. He clothed them in luxury. He took pity on their eldest daughter and married her. “See?!” My mother yells. “How long will you remain incompetent for?! If your sister had died, what would you have—”“Miss Verdant had an emergency with her health. At least listen to her before you judge.” Athena snaps. “Athena, there's no need,”My mother turns to Athena and scoffs. “Did I ask you? This is a family matter, stay out of it.” She asks, but her voice is reduced. Fear flashes in her eyes for a moment and the air in the room turns cold. Calyps
Penelope's POV:The moment my mother hangs up, my phone rings again. I pick it without glancing at the screen. “Miss Verdant,” a husky feminine voice says. A sigh of relief escapes my lips and I close my eyes. “Athena, thank goodness.”Athena Blaine. My bodyguard of ten years. She's the only one that calls me Miss Verdant even though I've been Mrs Halstead for four years. For the past week she's been out of the country. I forgot she was returning today. I hear wheels rolling on pavement, probably her suitcase. “You don't sound good, Miss Verdant. Where are you? Is everything okay?”I force myself to stand. My head swirls and I feel sick. I swallow it down and nod, even though she can't see it. “I'll send you an address. Meet me there, please. I'm sorry I couldn't pick you up from the airport.”“Don’t apologize, that's my job. I'll meet you soon,” she says and hangs up. My mother's frantic scream rings on repeat in my head. I'm able to take a quick shower. Watching the water turn r
Penelope's POV:I gently place Leila on the bed and open up his envelope. “Oh wow, you're divorcing me too! Isn't this convenient? Why don't we both sign them and go on our merry ways?”His eyes narrow. “You're cheating on me, isn't it?” I blink rapidly. “I beg your finest pardon?”“That's why you're divorcing me. How long has this been going on? Huh? Those business trips, that's when you meet him, isn't it?”I don't reply. Only because I can't wrap my head around the nonsense coming out of his mouth. “Is it my brother? Who is it?!” Something snaps inside me. Something deeply fundamental to my sanity. Blood rushes to my head. My hand flies to my mouth and I bite down on my thumb. Hard. The pain shocks me out of the rage in my gut. All my rational thinking flies out of the window. “Don't give me that fucking shit! You're fucking my sister! And you have the….oh my goodness…you have the nerve to stand there and accuse me?!”A calm washes over his face. “You know.” He says. It wasn't