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

I snapped immediately before I could stop myself. Dominic’s eyebrows shot up. Surprise and confusion swept across his face as he processed my words. His gray eyes narrowed, focusing on me. “No?” he asked slowly. “Then were there…other men I don’t know about, Penelope?” Heat rushed to my face. “That’s none of your business.” “I think it became my business when you ran away from our marriage,” he replied sharply. “When you disappeared without explanation.” “I had my reasons,” I said, keeping my voice low so Debbie wouldn’t hear. She seemed absorbed in her mac and cheese, pushing it around to create little mountains on her plate.

She disappeared in a blink of an eye as soon as he saw her, making him wonder if she was the Archmage and he was the ordinary man. No. She was even gone before he could encounter her. At the end of the dinner with their friends, in the streets, at her hotel, at the castle... And when she finally left the north... "She IS avoiding me!" Heinrich came to the realization that even an Archmage like him couldn't even locate and speak with a tenacious woman with a grudge against him. "I can't believe this—she ran away!" Heinrich groaned when he heard that Penelope silently left after only telling her girlfriends about her departure. The man clutched his temples with his fingers, leaning on a castle

she asked. I put the glass down. "Seraphina..." "Just answer me honestly. For once, Jonathan, be honest." Her voice was a low rumble, which felt worse. "Are you still thinking about Penelope?" I said nothing absolutely nothing. Seraphina leaned back in her chair. She stared at the table for a long moment, then stared at me again. "She left," she said. "She chose to walk away. From the marriage, from the job, from everything. She just disappeared without a word to anyone." She held up to my gaze. "What kind of person does that?"

She assumed that because she did not want to get married, that Penelope would also not want to get married. If she had paid attention, she would have noticed that it was not that Penelope did not want to get married, but she did not have any options or suitors. She was a wallflower not by choice. Eloise was a Bridgerton and according to society, pretty. Society did not classify Penelope as pretty, simply because she was chubby.

"Get out of the room the moment you are done dressing up . Penelope stood up from the bed , trying so much to hold the pains she felt in there ,no matter how much she tried to stop those pains,it was never going to stop and she could tell that . She wore her gown sniffing and started walking away . She walked hastily till she got to the door but just before she could pull the door open she turned to face him . The man was now sitting by the window and just smoking his tobacco . He still looked so miserable than ever . "Are you okay ?"she asked, looking at the man . The man raised up his head to look at her . That moment both of their eyes ran into each other without either of them saying a w

"No, I'm not. I’m just in love with you." "You must be mad," Brandon growled. "You cheated on me and then married someone else. Why come back into my life now? You kidnapped me, Penelope. You destroyed my home, and for what? Some delusion you have about us being together?" Penelope’s expression darkened, but her voice stayed steady. "Yes, I kidnapped you, but I keep telling you, I didn’t bomb your house. I would never go that far, no matter what you think of me. I’ve done some questionable things, yes, but all for you. Maybe you should ask yourself if you pissed someone off who wanted you gone."

Elena yanked her arm off Penelope’s grip and stormed out of the room before she could stop her. “Elena!” Penelope called as she followed behind her. Elena took her heels and kept running until she got out of the house. ‘I need space from her.’ She thought as she shed tears. “Elena!” Penelope called again and was about to open the door when James walked into the living room. “What is happening, Mrs. Penelope? Why are you screaming her name this late at night?” He inquired. She swallowed and shook her head uncomfortably. “We had a minor argument and she got so pissed. She just ran out of the house.”

I tried to reason with my father but his decision was final, I am getting married to Damian Blackwood, why me? So I started plotting, I had to run away, I just had to. I fixed a date when I was going to do it and when the day finally came, I ran. I stayed a motel at the outskirt of town and I laid low for a while until I stumbled upon an auction on my phone; an auction for women to be bought for marriage, I saw this as a great opportunity and immediately I applied. Yes, now you can’t have me anymore, or so I thought.

He shoved me into the passenger seat of his car and slammed the door shut before getting behind the wheel. The drive back was silent. The tension in the air was suffocating, and I could feel his anger radiating off him. My mind raced with questions. Who was Penelope? What was going on? And how would I explain any of this to Alex?

And within ten minutes, both of them arrived. I waved the head maid away, “You, close the door,” I said to Mina. As she bowed and closed the door behind her. “Where is Penelope?” “I don’t know where she is.” “Oh, bullshit. Don’t you dare lie to me,” I said through gritted teeth. “I can tear you limb from limb, and no one would even bat an eye. Is that what you want? Your poor father to know how you embarrassed him. Disgraced his entire family. Because if you think I will stop with you, then you have no idea who you are dealing with. Tell me where she is now.”