روايات وقصص ضمن Colin Bridgerton Penelope Featherington

“Or not, I don’t know.” “No way. At least Harriet would know. She always knows everything, everywhere, all at once,” Penelope said. The woman’s long ponytail flowed to Heinrich’s shoulder. It was lemon-scented and silky smooth. “Do you think they would explain to us?” Penelope turned her head to her back, wanting to face Heinrich, but her hair was stuck to something for a bit. She could still turn her head, and when she did, she looked at the man who was lying below her. Her hair fell to his face, and his hand was putting the strand on top of his lips.

I breathed, turning back to the table, arranging plates I couldn't even see properly anymore. Moments later, orders came to send the food and trolleys out. Music began to hum through the air, faint but festive—the start of whatever celebration this was supposed to be. Perfect. The more attention on the guests, the easier for me to slip away unnoticed. "Hey, frostbite," a nasal voice cut through my thoughts. God. Not her. Penelope strutted toward me, red heels clicking, that smug smile plastered across her face. Her bodycon dress clung like a second skin, her lipstick red enough to bleed. Penelope had a thing for every man in the pack—and by "thing," I meant obsession.

Her lips twitched. Suddenly, Penelope felt so out of place standing there in her modest navy blouse holding coffee like an intern who accidentally wandered into a beehive. And Victoria was the Queen Bee. Victoria’s gaze drifted over her again. This time, slower. Taking in every detail. The slight nervousness, the soft blue eyes, that can definitely make a man swoon. The delicate posture she tried to straighten whenever uncomfortable. Then Victoria smiled faintly, “You’re younger than I expected.” Penelope blinked, “…Excuse me?”

Her blonde hair was styled in waves, bringing outward her facial features. "This is the lady Felicity, daughter of elder Jaime Adolphus," Quinlan's father did the introduction as the girl who should be in her early twenties, stepped forward with a bright smile. "She just graduated from her finishing school and is very fine-tempered and well-mannered. Untouched and marked by nothing. Pure inside out," Quinlan squinted at his father before turning to face the girl who walked gracefully with each step she took. "She is to be your wife," Lord Odwolf dropped the bombshell and Penelope's eyes widened as her mouth flew open.

As I navigated the crowded hallways, bracing myself against the current of students, a familiar voice cut through the din. "Look who I ran into? The cheerleader queen Brooklyn and her little girlfriend." Penelope Swinton stood there, draped in an aura of disdain, her entourage flanking her like a pair of ominous shadows. "That explains the stench of cheap perfume from miles away," she sneered, her gaze piercing through me as if I were nothing more than an inconvenience in her day.

After wrapping myself in one of the fluffy bathrobes, I walked into the living room. Penelope sat on the sofa reading a book, her red hair flying from the light breeze, blazing against her white dress. Beautiful, powerful, but stupid. Completely unaware that she was harboring a predator in her home. I moved behind the sofa and placed my hands on her shoulders, feeling her tense slightly under my touch. “You look lovely tonight,” I murmured, leaning down to press my lips against her neck. She tolerated the contact for a moment before gently pulling away. “Edward, I’m not really in the mood.”

"What a coincidence that we meet again." "Quite a coincidence indeed," Gwyneth said, her tone tinged with smugness. "Colin, let's look over there." She pulled Colin's hand, leading him toward another section. Colin remained silent, following her quietly. His gaze, however, occasionally drifted toward Aspen, stirring complex emotions within him. "Pen, what do you think of this one?" Aren held up a champagne-colored evening gown, comparing it against Aspen. "I think this one suits you better."

The way the staff treats me like royalty once felt empowering. Penelope twirls in front of a mirror, the silk dress she’s wearing hugging her figure like a second skin. She beams, her joy infectious. “This is the life, Caroline. You, here, surrounded by all this luxury—this is who you are. Why are you hiding it from Knoxx?”

“Penny! What nonsense are you talking about?” Edmund’s expression dimmed. ‘Even I have to show the Cliffords a little respect. Even if the Cliffords want to whitewash Violet, I won’t dare to bring this up in their face.’ Penelope gnashed her teeth. “Who gave you the right to claim that what I just said is nonsense? If it weren’t for her, Brooklyn and I would have gotten married long ago. Do you expect me to kiss the *ss of a b*tch who specializes in snatching other people’s boyfriends?

Badaire Coman looked at Bridget, and although there was no emotion in her eyes, she answered seriously: "I have no purpose" "Mr. Coman is now trying to convince me that it was love at Love at first sight when you married Penelope?" "Of course not, I've known Penelope for a longer time than you might imagine" Bridget shook his water glass and said, "When" "I'm not very convenient to disclose this to my aunt" Bridget was very uneasy and said, "Do you love Penelope"