Bridgerton Fanfiction Penelope Runs Away の小説・ストーリー

She couldn't control her fury, "yes, it does, now just get out of my house." Penelope was unmoved as she gazed at Griffin. "Are you gonna watch her throw me out?" "You already said you were leaving." Griffin didn't hide his letdown this time and said coldly. Penelope took a deep breath and stormed out. She knew she had gone overboard this time but envy would not let her apologize. "Look. I'm so sorry. I will make it up to you, I swear." Griffin turned to Mercedes and pleaded as soon as Penelope stepped out.

She shifted her gaze to the crowd once again, with a fabricated smile on her lips. “This is it”, she said to herself as she braced up to say her vows. “Dear Ethan”, she started in a voice that sounded like a whisper. At the far end of the crowd, Stan remained still and cold. He was sweating profusely as he thought of what next to do. He could easily walk directly to them in a bid to stop the wedding. However, he was aware that his reputation would be thrown to the mud. “Please, don’t do it”, he muttered under his breath, as though Carissa could hear him.

"Run, Claire. But don’t forget—I always bring back what’s mine." She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to breathe. She was free. She had left him. She had finally escaped. So why did it feel like she had just walked into a different kind of prison? Adrian’s Unshaken Control Adrian sat at the edge of his penthouse, staring out over the city he owned. Daniel Vaughn poured himself a drink, watching him carefully. “She left,” Daniel mused, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. Adrian didn’t respond.

“That’s because you don’t know me well.” “How could I, when you pretended to be something else?” “And when it was time to know the real me, you eloped. Just like that? Coward. You have a habit of running away from situations. But this time, if you run, I swear, you’ll regret it forever. You’re so quick to judge others without a second thought, clinging to your prejudices, but when it’s time to really face the truth, you vanish into thin air. Not this time. I won’t let you leave.”

She didn't look back — not because she wasn't tempted, but because she had learned something about herself in eighteen months of marriage to Alexander Sinclair. If she looked back she would find a reason to stay. And she had run out of reasons to stay that were actually about her. The elevator doors closed. Lobby. Then the street. Then the cold New York air hit her face like a question she had finally decided to answer. Her phone was already in her hand. Evelyn picked up on the second ring. "I need to leave," Helen said. No preamble. No explanation. "Tonight." A beat of silence. Then Evelyn — steady, fierce, already moving:

"Alright!" After giving her some advice, he instructed one of the shop assistants to take good care of her. After that, they parted ways. She changed into her clothes once she was done eating and resting. As soon as she walked out of the changing room, she saw several shop assistants gathered in front of a TV screen. She walked towards them. “Wicked Scandal: The daughter of Wilson Construction, who just announced bankruptcy, is suspected of stealing money from her marriage and is being prosecuted. She is currently released on bail, pending a court date for trial!”

“Let’s sneak out the back here. Everyone is too drunk to notice. I’m getting tired of all the noise.” I nod and take his hand. We slip behind the thrones and sneak out the back door into the dark corridor that servants normally only use, laughing with each other as we run away. At the first wedding, I was running through the woods in my wedding gown to get away from the man who I was supposed to marry. Now, I’m running with that same man through the empty castle corridors, hand in hand with a smile on my face. We run up the spiral steps that lead to one of the many hidden passageways in the castle, but about halfway up, I trip on my skirt and cringe when I hear a bit of fabric rip under my s

"Please. Just take me away from her. Everyone is looking." I looked past Cooper's shoulder. The terrace doors were full of people now. Lords, ladies, and high warriors were all staring down at the pool, their eyes moving from my soaked clothes to Hazel's ruined dress, and finally to Penelope, who stood like a queen among the ruins of my dignity. "This is not over," I whispered, the words choking in my throat. Penelope did not even look back. She walked out of the garden, leaving me shivering in the dark.

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.

Dorian crossed the space in a heartbeat, his hand in Sebastian’s collar again, rage barely leashed. “No more monologues.” “Wait,” Penelope said sharply. She looked shaken, her eyes unfocused, breath trembling as she stared at the wall. “I believed him,” she whispered. “All these years. My father said Velvet was gone. I buried everything for that lie.” She looked up at Isolde. “We can’t walk out. Not yet.” “Pen,” Dorian warned. But Penelope was already moving. She returned to the control terminal, eyes scanning feeds.