LOGINForbidden romance, age gap, religious guilt, obsessive/possessive MMC, manipulation, stalking tendencies, explicit sexual content, emotional trauma, toxic relationships, violence, threats, alcohol abuse, and themes of shame and obsession. ******************************* She almost died the night she met him. Once upon a time, Penelope Green lived for chaos—liquor burning down her throat, flashing club lights, and nights she could barely remember. But after surviving a horrific car accident that should have killed her, she gave her life to God instead. Now twenty-three, Penelope spends her days hidden behind church walls, caring for abandoned children and trying to bury the woman she used to be. Then Dr. Miguel Ramirez returns. Forty-three. Brilliant trauma surgeon, and divorced. Miguel has never believed in salvation. Not after betrayal hollowed him out and left him incapable of love. But the moment he dragged Penelope from the wreckage of her burning car, something inside him snapped. She became his obsession. And Miguel Ramirez always gets what he wants. When fate and manipulation forces Penelope to travel alone with him to Oakridge, temptation begins to unravel every vow she’s made. The longer they stay trapped together beneath the same roof, the harder it becomes to ignore the hunger growing between them. Because Miguel doesn’t touch her like a holy man would. He touches her like sin itself. But forbidden desires come with consequences, and when their secret affair is exposed, Penelope is forced to choose between the life she promised as a nun… and the man willing to destroy everything to keep her.
View MoreMiguel The first thing I registered before the sun even cleared the horizon was an unfamiliar sense of rightness. It was far too right. For a few seconds of absolute bliss, I simply lay there with my eyes closed, letting myself sink into the unaccustomed warmth curled directly against my side. The world outside the window was still cast in the quiet shades of pre-dawn, and inside the room, the air was cool. But where our bodies met, there was a radiating heat that felt too natural, a magnetic pull that had been operating without my permission while we slept.Then memory rushed back like a pin popping a balloon, sharp and sudden.Penelope.I opened my eyes slowly, the reality of the situation settling heavily onto my chest. She was fast asleep, her head tucked perfectly beneath my chin in a space that felt like it had been carved out specifically for her. One of her hands was fisted tightly in the soft fabric of my grey T-shirt, anchoring her to me, and her leg had drifted over mine,
PenelopeThe morning air carried a bitter chill in the wake of the storm. The atmosphere felt heavy, thick with the damp smell of wet earth and splintered timber—a harsh but silent reminder of the long night we’d just survived. I thought back to the moment Miguel had burst into my room hours earlier. The sheer relief that washed over him after inspecting my body to make sure I was okay looked almost like a silent, desperate prayer. It was a look of profound salvation from a man I knew hadn't spoken to God in years.Later that morning, the maintenance supervisor arrived to deliver the final verdict: my room was officially a hazard zone."Good thing you packed up most of your stuff yesterday," he muttered, adjusting the fit of his hard hat. He nodded toward the belongings I had managed to drag away from the collapse, some of which were now lined up safely out in the corridor."Is any part of it salvageable?" Miguel asked. He motioned toward the section of the plaster that hadn't comple
MiguelThe aftermath of the storm left a cold streak. The atmosphere was tense with the heavy, bruised scent of petrichor and fractured wood. I remembered going to check up on Penelope. Fearing for what I may encounter, and thankfully, nothing I wouldn’t be able to live with. For a moment last night, I almost sought God again. I hadn’t done that in a very long while.The maintenance supervisor came by that morning, confirming that the room was officially unsafe for habitation. “Good thing you packed most of your things yesterday," he said, adjusting his hard hat. Referring to most of the things Penelope had moved away from that side of the room, and some outside of the room."Is any part of it salvageable?" I asked, gesturing to the remaining half of the ceiling. "Could one stay on the far side of the room while you guys patch it?" Asking for the real resident of the room- Penelope, who was standing beside me, quietly. He shook his head, completely serious. "Not a chance. The water
PenelopeThe weather forecast predicted a major storm. It was the kind of storm that made all phones in the area ring with a notification. EMERGENCY ALERT / ADVANCE WARNINGFrom: Office of Emergency Management & Civil DefenseSevere Weather Watch: Major Storm System ExpectedMeteorological data indicates a severe, high-impact storm system is currently tracking toward our area. While conditions are stable right now, this system carries a high probability of destructive winds, torrential rainfall, and flash flooding when it arrives.This notification is issued to grant all citizens ample time to prepare before conditions deteriorate.Mandatory Pre-Storm Preparations:Secure Property: Secure or bring indoors any loose outdoor objects, trash bins, or patio furniture that could become dangerous airborne projectiles in high winds.Inspect Vulnerabilities: Check your property for existing maintenance liabilities. Ensure drainage systems are clear, and reinforce any structurally weak areas,
•Penelope• Something was off. I rolled over, eyes fluttering open. Wait, why was I in a room? And on a bed? I pushed myself up, heart picking up speed. How did I even get here? I could’ve sworn I was still on the plane a few minutes ago. Then it hit me, Miguel’s lap. Oh goodness graciou
•Penelope• The silence on the jet wasn't really awkward but I felt out of place in here. Miguel sat across from me, with his legs stretched out as he lazily went through a document. He hadn't said much since takeoff but he did offer me a glass of champagne and smiled when I refused it. Jerk
•Miguel• “Try this.” I held up the cream-colored blouse, half amused, half annoyed she hadn’t picked it herself. Penelope wrinkled her nose. “That’s something a kindergarten teacher would wear.” I arched a brow. “You work at an orphanage, you teach the children.” “okay, fine.” She snatc
•Penelope • The bell rang three times for afternoon prayer, and I was halfway through shelving the hymns when I headed the footsteps that didn’t seem to belong to any of the children. I stayed facing the shelves. Maybe if I just kept working, whoever it was would go away. But Mother Super












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