Penelope's lips trembled as the blood in his chest began to spread. Bryan had taken the shot for her. Slowly, he began to fall to the ground. Penelope lunged forward to break his fall before falling on the ground. She cradled his heavy build to herself and put both hands on top of each other to put pressure on his chest."P... umpkin." Bryan choked out, struggling to keep his eyes open.Penelope shook her head. "N..no… save your strength." Tears had begun to roll down her eyes."Arghh...He groaned out in pain. "L-isten to me." He grabbed her hand with his. "I... I hid something from you."He gasped for breath and tightened his hold on Penelope, holding onto her like she was his lifeline. Blood had soaked her hands. "Y-your true f-father is..." He drew in a sharp breath. "Stanley Fords."A deafening silence ensued.The words didn't register in her mind for the first few seconds."What?" She blinked a couple of times simultaneously. Was he being delusional? "Stop spewing nonsense and c

“I would appreciate if you give some respect to my mother. She doesn’t deserve to be disrespected after her death.” Her voice rose. No one had any right to soil her mother’s name.“What? Can’t bear to hear the truth?” He scoffed. “Truly, you are your mother’s daughter. Took right after her and became a mistress as well.” He mocked.Penelope was livid. Words were at the tip of her tongue. She owned a copy of his secret- one she was certain would ruin his political aspirations. If she blew the whistle right then, it wouldn’t be effective. So, she kept a tight least on her tongue, biting her lips in the process.“That is the reason I am here. I want no part of your pretence family. I only want two things from you.” She stated.Stanley perked up at her words. He had thought she came to claim her rights in the family which she easily could because she was older than his children. Besides, none of them had interest in running the company. Their interest in shopping, travelling and squanderi

"Can someone tell me what the hell is going on here? How do you two know each other?" She asked, looking between Liam and Killian.The two looked away from each other and grumbled their responses."He is my brother." Liam answered."Half brother." Killian corrected.What?Penelope was stupefied by their responses. When she had first met Liam and he bore an uncanny resemblance to Killian, she had simply meant it as a compliment because of his looks. She had no idea they would be related, ever in this world. Maybe the next life.But how coincidental was that? Seeds of suspicion would have been planted deeply in the pit of her heart if she hadn't met Liam there and not the other way round."Uhm... That is quite the boatload of information to drop on me. I'll just go to the restaurant and open up for tonight." She muttered under her breath, suddenly feeling exhausted when her day had just simply begun.She left the men in her house and went through the backdoor to her restaurant. It was mo

They walked back into the restaurant. Liam was seen taking the customer's orders. "What is your relationship with my brother?" Penelope heard behind her. Killian s front was plastered against her back. She could feel a stir on her butt. Thankfully, the kids had run off somewhere. Or it would be an inappropriate scene for them to witness. "Killian!" She scolded subtly. "I expected an answer." He further pressed his front into her backside, not minding that they were in public."Nothing! He was the first friend I made here." She quickly answered. Killian reluctantly backed away from her."Good. For his sake, it must remain that way." The warning that laced his tone was evident. Killian didn't come down all the way there to play second fiddle to any man, not even his own brother. "Daddy!" The customers looked around, wondering who the little troublemakers were calling. It was foreign to him but he traced where the little voices came from. Max and Fran beckoned on him. "We want to show

She looked down at their joined hands and looked back up at Killian. “One step at a time, remember?” She spoke and pulled her hand out of his. “The children are far more important right now.” She added and stood up from the couch. “Goodnight, Killian.” She whispered the last part.“Goodnight, Penelope.” He spoke in a low voice, feeling dejected at her rejection. Although, he half expected it but it didn’t lessen the ache he felt in his heart. He grabbed the comforter nearby and used it to cover himself after taking minimal clothing pieces off. That had been his bed for the past few days.The thought made him chuckle. How could a billionaire squeeze his length into a couch for days? Ms. Flores would have aneurysms if she ever saw him in that uncomfortable position. His bed was much more comfortable than the hard couch. He wondered why Penelope didn’t buy a more comfortable one when she easily could.Think of this as a means to an end, he tried to comfort himself internally.Just when h