A Better Man Louise Penny Novels & Stories

His kiyu and Esha _ ____________ "We weren’t perfect. We were bruised, broken, and beautifully undone. But in the end, we found what all the love songs forget to tell you — That sometimes, the greatest love stories are the ones you fight the hardest for." _____________ ______The End _______ The Other Woman ***

Jealousy flared from every pore of his body. --- After the work, Penny was extremely tired and all she wanted to do was sleep. She couldn’t keep her eyes open even if she stuck them with tape to her forehead. Her small cottage appeared to be so luxurious to her that the moment she entered, without bothering to take a bath, Penny plopped on her bed after removing her pants. However, it simply wasn’t her day. Someone started knocking the door heavily. Groggily, she got up to lambast the person on the door and opened it with vehemence. “Who the hell—” She stopped mid-sentence. Her eyes fell on a very handsome man with hair as brown as a hazelnut and eyes a deeper shade of brown. He was wearing

Lily’s POV The next morning, the weight of my conversation with Lucas still lingered in my mind. He had let his guard down—if only for a moment. And it left me unsettled. I knew better than to assume it meant anything. Lucas Hawke was a man of walls, built high and reinforced with steel. He carried himself with an air of untouchability, his every move calculated, his every word precise. But that fleeting vulnerability… it made me wonder what lay beneath the surface. Was there more to him than the cold, composed businessman he presented to the world? Or was I simply grasping at something that had never truly existed?

She propped her arms on the railing and watched as the moon sheds light on the water. “Then our neighbors started selling their beloved farmland to a lunatic and arrogant millionaire who started buying lands for a hefty price that they couldn’t say no... although I have no idea how much should be the right price... you know the life of farmers, we didn’t have much. Mr. Payton was so powerful and rich that he wanted all the lands himself,” Mr. Payton? I have heard of him, but he was not really fair in doing business. I believed he cheated on the poor farmers just to get their land, turning lands into real estate business. Suddenly, I felt angry.

As if things were not already bad enough, Louise walked in with this woman that caused Lily to wonder what she had been thinking. Was she even ready for marriage? She was only here because millions of other girls would rather be in her place. This woman was tall, not a pimple on her face nor a scar on her tanned skin. She was an unhealthy beauty standard. Lily thought but she sighed knowing she was wrong. This woman was beautiful and she would rather look like her. "Wow." The oldest man whom Lily now realised was Roman's father, blurted her thoughts. "Mr. Dalmain, this is Kim, miss Kim Wilson." Louise introduced, "I will take my leave now." She said and left the office.

I whispered, a sliver of fear creeping into my voice. Louise met my gaze, a flicker of sympathy softening her usually stern expression. "More than you think, Mrs. Reynolds. But for now," she continued, her voice firming again, "it's best you stay out of it. Mr. Reynolds will handle this." A scoff escaped my lips. "Handle it? The last time I checked, he was too busy trying to convince me I volunteered to be his trophy wife!" Louise's lips thinned. "There's more to Mr. Reynolds than meets the eye," she said cryptically.

“Ewh, she has bad taste. After being heartbroken, she fell into the arms of such a shabby street man. I'll bet that guy will only take advantage of Lola's wealth." "You are right. I don't think Lola is a random woman. Look at the shiny chevy corvette. The car looks like it just came out of the dealership.” "It's a good thing I met you Lou, you're such a nice guy. You're not like the mean guys out there. Especially in this pike street.” Lowering his voice slightly, Alan tried to tell Louise about the bad guys who like to hang around Pike Street doing drug deals, as well as peddling the women they picked up from poor towns outside Seattle.

Before Lizzie could protest, there was a knock at the door—two sharp raps that cut through the chatter. “That must be the lawyer,” I said, heading to open it. Standing in the doorway was a tall woman dressed in a maroon skirt suit, her hair pinned in a sleek twist. She looked effortlessly composed — sharp lines, controlled expression, eyes that didn’t miss much. Penny. “Thank you for coming,” I said, extending my hand, trying to sound civil. And maybe, also show off my ring. Just as a subtle backoff. She looked at it for a fraction too long before taking it—polite, but distant. “Roman asked me for a favor,” she said smoothly. “And when he calls, I don’t say no.”

After chewing slowly, she spoke: "Let me be honest with you. Except for Phelan, I'm not interested in any man. Phelan is more perfect than you in every way. He's arrogant but not conceited, he's handsome but sincere, he's rich but he doesn't show off. All that in Phelan is not in you." When a man hears a woman he's interested in praising another man, he will obviously be unhappy or even grumpy. However, Louis Victor restrained his emotions quite well. Aurora only saw Louis' displeased look pass by, then he returned to his original dignified and confident appearance.