Bridgerton Fanfiction Penelope Runs Away Novels & Stories

Mia asks and Carl smirks “Our Son is in his room” Carl says placing emphasis on the ‘Our’, Mia rolls her eyes at this “Now…Pack your stuff and let me take you to our room” Carl says and mIa brows furrowed confusingly “What do you mean by Our Room?” Mia asks “You don't seriously think we're gonna be in different rooms right” “I wanna be Up close to you…My Runaway Bride” ***** Melinda enters Lucas Room and Drops the file on his table, Lucas didn't even raise his head at any point to look at her

His eyes softened. And I want you in my new life. If you’ll stay. Larris throat tightened. I'm not a good man. You became good for me, she whispered. He shut his eyes, overwhelmed. When he opened them again, he whispered. I’ll stay. EPILOGUE THE RUNAWAY BRIDE WHO CHOSE HERSELF Months later, Teresa stood on a balcony overlooking Greyfall City. The wind carried the scent of rain, but this time, she wasn’t running.

But inside, I was breaking. Suddenly, a man appeared at the doorway, bowing slightly. It was the driver. He whispered something into Penelope’s ear. Her eyes lit with irritation, then quickly smoothed into a polite mask. “I have to go,” she announced loudly. “Important meeting with the elite women of the council.” She turned to Jessica, ignoring me like I didn’t exist. “Jessica, darling, the driver will take you home after you’re done.” Jessica nodded politely, but when Penelope turned and walked out without a single glance at me, I felt a strange relief wash over me. At least she was gone.

Coincidentally, I bumped into the formally dressed Emil, who was walking in. Upon seeing me, he sniggered, snatched the luggage from my hand, and tossed it aside. Frowning, I asked, "What are you doing?" "I should be the one to ask you that, Penelope. Aren't you a little old to be playing the runaway act? "What will you do next? Are you going to leave a note and commit suicide?" Emil chided in contempt while breathing heavily. "Penelope, grow up. Are you going to threaten me with suicide again?"

“You think this ends with me in your bed and a neat little future tied up with a bow?” He faltered. “I think… I want you. That’s all I know.” “And what happens when Sebastian finds out?” A silence hung, heavy and electric. Luca’s eyes darkened. “Then let him. He doesn’t deserve—” “You don’t know what he deserves,” she snapped. “You don’t know anything about what I left behind.” “Then tell me,” he said, desperate now. “Let me in.” She laughed, bitter and broken. “You want the truth, Luca? Fine. I ran because I couldn’t stand the idea of being owned. Because I was marrying a man who smiled like a prince and killed like a monster.”

That was the kind of man he was—ruthless, calculating, and relentless when he wanted something. She exhaled slowly. “I know.” Elise sat beside her on the bed. “So, what’s the plan?” Seraphina hesitated. Did she even have a plan? Not really. She was improvising, playing a game she wasn’t sure she could win. But she had no choice. “I need to make him believe I came back for a different reason,” she finally said. “Something that will keep him distracted long enough for me to escape again.” Elise frowned. “And what’s that?”

I called a few more times before I opened the door slowly. Where was she? My eyes narrowed as I took in the empty room. I was just about to leave when I caught sight of something on her bed. It was a sticky note I realized, picking it up. ‘I’m sorry but I can't continue staying with you, it's not appropriate. Thank you for all the care you showed me, Sir. Elena. What! I read the note more than twice and a bitter smile filled my face. She was gone. But I quickly pulled myself together, perhaps it was probably for the best.

And she knows exactly where to find answers. Lady Esther. That wretched old woman. She doesn’t tell anyone where she’s going. Instead, she scrawls a hasty note and leaves it on her nightstand: "I need air after what happened with the kids. Don’t wait up." A lie, but a necessary one. If Jackson knew where she was heading, he’d either stop her or—worse—follow her. The last time she tried to leave the estate, she didn’t even make it to the children’s room before she was caught.

On the second ring, he picked it up—not without hissing. “How's it going?” her anxious voice echoed. He smirked. He felt good that she was a bit destabilized. At least she'd reduce the running of her lips for some time. “I told you I have it under control.” With that, Mrs Beth breathed in. ———————- “What did you find out?” Ethan’s voice sounded, as he took a drag from his cigarettes. “That she left abroad.” “What!” his voice echoed. He couldn't believe his runaway bride would ever have the means to travel abroad.

All eyes were on the King’s Blood necklace—the diamonds were so bright they seemed to pull all the light in the room toward me. Penelope couldn't stand it. I watched her grip tighten on her glass of red wine. Her face, which had been carefully painted to look innocent and "soft," was starting to twitch. She had spent her life thinking she had won because she stole Arthur. Now, she realized that while she had taken my leftovers, I had taken the entire table. She let go of Arthur’s arm and started walking toward us. She forced a smile, but it looked more like a grimace. "Scarlett!" she called out. Her voice was too loud, cutting through the murmurs of the crowd. "I was so worried about you aft