Novel & Cerita Bridgerton Fanfiction Penelope

Her wolf must’ve sensed I wasn’t flinching, because she leaned in and added, with a sugar-sweet smile: “I’m not saying I will. Yet. But if you keep hovering around Marcus like a lost little flea, I might have to start caring.” She batted her lashes. Gods help me, she was Marcus in heels. “With all due respect, Miss Penelope,” I said, my voice even, hands politely clasped behind my back, “Marcus is just my young master. And he’s definitely not my type.” For a second, everything was still. Then— “What?!” Penelope gasped, her eyes widening so far I genuinely thought they might roll right out of her perfectly powdered face. What… is it this time?

By blending fact with fiction, she aimed to make it look like Vincent was a heartless person. These words, when said to anyone, would make them think Vincent was a scoundrel! And Jackson was the perfect witness. Penelope smirked. “Forget it. If I had known you were so cold-hearted, I wouldn’t have been deceived by your love. Simon, I wish you and Emily happiness. I hope Emily doesn’t follow in my footsteps and end up abandoned.” Penelope struggled to her feet, placing the hairpin on the coffee table and leaving the Hilton lobby in a daze. The impact from the fall had left her in pain, hunched over, her hands on her abdomen, walking painfully and awkwardly.

"Penelope." She walked in, and took her eyes straight to the portrait with pure jealousy in her eyes. "It's as though you worship her, Glimmer. You'd rather be in love with a mere portrait than with me, right?" Penelope asked, and took her hazel eyes to Glimmer. Her dark long hair cascaded around her neck as she shook her head.

I interjected, unable to keep quiet any longer. "Please," Penelope scoffed. "Marriages end every day. Especially rushed ones based on whatever this is." Alexander took my hand, his grip firm and reassuring. "I suggest you focus on salvaging your professional reputation rather than undermining my marriage, Penelope." "Wait and see," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "I'll prove I'm the woman who should be standing beside you. Not this marketing girl you've settled for." With that parting shot, she turned on her heel and stalked away, leaving a cloud of expensive perfume in her wake.

"I told him we could do something he likes, and he said we can also do what I like, but I don't care about what I like. As long as I get to be with him, it doesn't matter." Penelope's eyes widened, and she sniffed, her voice filled with emotion. "Seeing you like this, Arc..." "Don't cry," Arc warned, his voice soft with concern. Penelope chuckled, her eyes shining with amusement. "I won't." "I know who can help," she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. Arc raised an eyebrow. "Who?" "A band of very nice old ladies," Penelope replied, her fingers flying across her phone's screen.

“We suspect he’s planning something bigger.” We? The word made my fists clench. Alexander started to cry then, his face scrunching red with frustration. Nothing I’d tried in the car had worked—not singing, not the stupid rattle Kelsey had packed, not changing the radio station. “Give him here.” Penelope appeared from the living room, moving past Julian without a glance. She wore faded jeans and an oversized sweater that somehow made her look both soft and untouchable. Her scent hit me when she got close. My hands shook as I transferred Alexander, our fingers brushing during the handoff.

"Careful, Rain. Or should I say… Penelope?" I froze mid-step and turned to her. "What did you just call me?" She pulled a photo from her clutch and handed it to me. My hands trembled as I looked at the image. It was of me—wrapped in the arms of a man who looked strikingly similar to Alex, both of us laughing and carefree. "This isn’t real," I whispered, my voice shaky. "See to believe," Gwen said with a smirk before sauntering away. I clutched the photo, my heart pounding. Who was Penelope? And why did she look exactly like me?

"At no time did I give any gap for you to understand that I wanted something serious, Mika. At no time did I make it seem like we would have more than a few getaways in the bathrooms or a few looks exchanged at a party. I never made it seem like I was willing to face your prejudiced family. I just wanted you to reveal everything to them soon. I just didn't want you to get stuck in a relationship that would never make you happy, just because your mother's idiot can't hear some good truths. But if you want, I can call her myself and end all this bullshit.” "Oh, do you want to help me then? “Mikaela had an insane laugh, and the tears stopped flowing. "You don't need to call anymore. Colton has

“But you are the one calling.” Pinching the bridge of her nose to stall the headache threatening to attack, Penelope closed her eyes wondering how 18-year-old her had ever found this man attractive. Sure, he was good-looking and easy on the eyes, but beauty was indeed deceiving if you don’t know the cruelty behind the veil. “What do you want?” she finally asked.

"As long as you hide it well, you can live happily forever. Milton's deaf. He won't notice." When they mentioned my name, the smile on Penelope's face froze. Her expression turned icy in an instant.