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Even without speaking, there was something protective in it—something the reporters couldn't help interpreting as affection. "Mr. Sterling and I have a strictly professional partnership." Sydney's voice stayed even. Penelope's composure snapped. "What kind of partnership involves sharing a bed?" Her voice rose sharply. "Can you really say, with a clear conscience, that you have no feelings for Mr. Sterling?" The room buzzed. And when Penelope met Julian's eyes, a chill crawled down her spine. She knew she had crossed a line, but it was too late to retreat. If she didn't drag Sydney down, she would fall alone.

I started walking again, not waiting to see if she followed. She did. We were just a few steps from the back entrance when I heard a voice that made my spine tighten. “Baby, I've been searching everywhere for you.” I turned just in time to see Penelope step out onto the patio, her phone in one hand, a drink in the other. She looked drunk, her dress was slightly ripped by the side, and her hair messy, but I also noticed the marks on her exposed thighs. She must have been having a little bit too much fun with some stranger, but I don't really care.

The burning pain in my face reminded me that it was all real: The kiss, and the fact that Penelope had indirectly killed three soldiers because she was jealous of Selena. My chest is so tight that I can't breathe. Is this the Penelope I know? She was adored as a peacock from childhood. She hated all the girls around Charles because she thought only her beauty and family were good enough for him. Charles has had several fiancees, and I know that she has more or less taught them a lesson.

She had initially planned on getting someone to splash her with sulfuric acid, destroy her face and see her being abandoned by Darls Collymore but her plans failed. Penelope Martinez did not give up. She went on with her other plan and Still, after visiting Florencia George and talking her out in order to get rid of Olivia, her plans failed and Florencia seem to have changed into an entirely different person who had no affection for Darls Collymore. Penelope Martinez, Clarissa's secretary, is a young lady who had practically grown up with Darls Collymore and his sister. They were close and most times ate together but then she began developing feelings for him. However, he did not for once lo

"Cleo, right?" A girl with an adorable smile can make no harm right? It only made her countenance comfortable and her feelings less guilty. "Yes Miss. I'm the maid." She said, lowering her head in a 90-degree posture, but that was not what Penelope wanted to see, but for her, it's as long as she avoid hiding secrets she's safe. "You can call me Penelope then, I'm Ace's fiancé," she finished with the same high-pitched irritating tone.

She sat there for what felt like an eternity, her eyes fixed on the door, waiting for her betrothed to make his entrance. Finally, the door opened, and a tall figure strode into the room. Penelope's heart skipped a beat as she saw the man she had been betrothed to for the first time. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair that fell in unkempt waves around his face. He had a rugged, handsome face, with a strong jawline and sharp cheekbones. His eyes were a piercing blue and seemed to bore into her soul. He was dressed in all black, and his expression was cold and unfeeling. Penelope shuddered with fear at the sight of him, and she felt like she couldn't breathe.

Sabrina whispered, her voice cracking. “It’s Clara,” Penelope said confidently. “I’ve seen her lurking on social media, commenting on old photos. She’s obsessed with Benedict, and she’s clearly threatened by you.” She stood with heels clicking sharply on the shiny floor, going toward the window. Before her spread out a city skyline of glittering beauty, to lose herself in for an instant. She gripped the tablet in her hands, feeling the sharp edges of it press into her palms, grounding her amidst the chaos of thoughts swirling inside her head.

I better not be. She wanted to forget about him, but now, this? Elinor felt a sense of anger rising in her being. She palms her face. Penelope had stopped eating, she reclined on her seat, holding up a mug as she silently watched her. "This is just a sickness, I'm just sick," she said out loud, convincing herself, denying that the mate between her and Colin was not enough to produce offspring. "But if you were, let's just say you turned out to be pregnant, what would you do? Will you keep the baby? Will you contact the father?" Penelope shot questions at her.

I felt a jab at my chest, yet, couldn’t blame him for it. She was the sort of woman you could only see in the movies; flawless and stunning. Her hair was deep brown and tumbled over her shoulders. Mine was styled into a messy bun. She had honey looking lips while mine were chapped in several places. Her dark eyes were intimidating, her eyelash velvety and paired with slender eyebrows. She had a sculptured figure which was twine-thin. And a curvy waist and her complexion was glossy. Penelope was every man’s dream, a girl who could never be rejected. I gulped, suddenly losing my appetite. Landon had been with her, probably told her she was the most beautiful girl he had ever met. He wasn’t wro

My interest was officially piqued. Finn pulled his phone out and started vigorously scrolling through whatever he was looking at before he showed me a couple of photos. "That's Penelope. Collin's college sweetheart. He was going to ask her to marry him." He pulled his phone back and shoved it back in his pocket. Seeing those photos made me feel jealous, but what did she have to do with me? The woman was beautiful and I couldn't help but think she was better than me. Hell, I thought every woman was better than me.