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Ana snapped still trying to grasp this new discovery. "How what?" Penelope asked "How are you going to mark your territory in his life penny,do you even know who you're with?" She whined wondering if her sister was even aware of the big fish she had caught. "DORIAN SKENDORE" she emphasized "A man who's wanted by many shameless wretch who wouldn't hesitate to snag him up like some hungry wolves in winter" Penelope cringed at the mention of 'wolves' but before her mind could drift off,she heard her sister's voice which didn't stop talking

Daniel said softly while bowing , Penelope nodded as she entered the library sighing when the door closed, and proceeded to lay on the couch that was next to the window memories of what happened consumed her mind, she wondered what would have happened if she hadn't been mated to a monster, a mate that would rather humiliate her in front of everyone, one that only cared about her giving him an heir and never truly cared about her. She gulped tears stinging her eyes slowly starting to stream down her cheeks. She quickly wiped them away and took deep breaths. It wasn’t her fault she had not yet been convinced in fact she was glad that she was not carrying the child of such a man. At that moment

Darla leaned in closer, her tone turning lower, more dangerous. “You’re just a toy he got bored of. He has real women by his side. Women who know what he likes, who know how to please him. I doubt if you can even please a man like him— in bed!” She said this running her eyes all over Penelope that made her skin crawl. Penelope’s throat tightened, but she still kept silent. “Nothing to say?” Darla smirked. “That’s smart. At least you’re not completely stupid.” Penelope inhaled sharply and turned away, gripping the luggage tighter as she hurried inside.

"That woman — it was to do with work that's all. Penelope was asleep the entire time." "I trusted you with her and this is what you do, bringing strange woman around my daughter. You really haven't changed at all."I walked towards the door, holding a sleeping Penelope. I was angry, the type of anger that he can only bring out in me. He told me that it was work related, but I didn't know if to trust his word. After all, the last time I trusted Mason Knight he left me alone and pregnant with his baby.

“I have competent workers who can hold the fort while I’m gone. You might want to find a new housekeeper though, Nancy doesn’t seem competent. Took her long enough to realize you were passed out.” “Nancy is doing her best.” She forced herself up. “What are you doing here, Noel? You want me to believe you care so much that you came to see me? This early on a work day?” “Do you trust me, Penelope?” “No I don’t.” her answer was quick. He didn’t look surprised by it. In fact, it looked like he expected it. “I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t trust me too.” He leaned in. “But you have to learn to trust me.”

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“No, the woman kept Lyria and me locked inside an old rickety house before she moved us to the mansion. I only saw her, her men, and the doctor who inspected us, Dr. Xao.” To my surprise, Penelope rises from her seat, stands in front of me, and takes my drink. I have to say I’m impressed by her ability to drink it down without an effort. Her eyes gleam with an untold emotion when she hands the empty glass back to me and takes a seat on the coffee table in front of me. “I saw you as soon as you walked into the auction room, you know? You didn’t look like the other men. I even hoped you’d bid on me.”

“Marcus, calm yourself. Listen—just listen. If she even has a hint, a lead, it’s better than nothing. Raine’s life is on the line.” Marcus’s gaze flicked back to Raine, her pale, fragile form under the healer’s careful watch. His wolf growled low, a rumble of frustration, distrust, and desperation. Slowly, his eyes narrowed back at Penelope. “Fine,” he said finally, low and dangerous, “if you’re serious—and I don’t believe you are—you better not waste my time. One false move, one lie, and I swear…” Penelope held his gaze without flinching, voice steady despite the tension. “I’m not lying,” she said softly, almost defensively. “I just… I just want to help.”

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.