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Penelope speaks up, “About me?” Penelope looks at the Luna with one eyebrow raised before focusing her gaze on Maven and she says, “Your Luna knew my name. If you hadn’t heard about everything going on, then how would she know my name?” Maven looks at his Luna before looking back at Penelope and explains, “That’s a complicated situation.” Penelope crosses her arms and retorts, “Our situation is too! How do we know that we can trust you?” I chastise her through a mind link and say, “Penelope! We need their help. I wouldn’t have brought you here if I didn’t think we could trust them.”

“Ember, please, you’ve made your point, they’ve seen you’re brave, please, that’s enough—” “It is not nearly enough,” Penelope says, not even looking at her. “Drink, girl.” I drink.

Penelope shook her head, “I trust you, Ms. Maia.” “Do you have that much faith in me?” After all, this was the first time they met each other. This time, Penelope nodded, “I was in the industry for quite some time. If I’ve learned anything, it’s how to read people. I can tell you have a kind soul, Ms. Maia. I also believe that women look out for each other. I can tell you’ll be the one to bring down Victor.” “Honestly, I’m not only taking him down for you guys. I have my own reasons as well.”

“Don’t misquote me, young lady. I didn’t say he murdered his wife. I said he was responsible for her death.” “Same difference,” Kate insisted and Penelope simply shrugged non-chalantly. “I’ll give you one free piece of advice though, woman to woman,” said Penelope. “Never give Tony a reason to be jealous. That was Agnes’ crime.” “I don’t understand,” said Kate. “Of course, you don’t,” Penelope said impatiently. “I’m done with this ridiculous conversation. I want to be left alone.” They both heard the sound of dry sticks breaking and they turned at the same time to look. They saw Athena approaching, looking stunning even in the darkening atmosphere.

I shifted uncomfortably on the couch, suddenly acutely aware of the scars that crisscrossed my skin. “Stop looking at me like that,” I muttered, unable to meet her gaze. Cecil reached out a hand, placing it gently on my arm. “I don't know Penelope that well, but she seems like the type to scheme and manipulate. She could even go as far as lying to the Alpha, claiming you attacked her. She might even inflict injuries on herself to make it seem more convincing.” The thought made my blood run cold. Penelope was ruthless, capable of anything to get what she wanted. And getting Damon to come home now and end me would be a very easy task for her.

The article cleverly disguised Penelope's real name and was divided into three parts: beginning, middle, and end. Joey was better at evoking emotions than I was. She took the material I provided and added dramatic flair to make Penelope's story even more heart-wrenching. For example, she described how Penelope was left alone at home without warm clothing in the midst of winter while her aunt and uncle indulged in gambling. Penelope shivered as she went out to gather firewood to keep warm. Upon returning, her aunt and uncle, having lost money, accused her of stealing food and subjected her to beatings, leaving her standing in the snow, on the brink of freezing to death.

Andy whispered, leaning into Penelope’s ear. “I don’t know,” Penelope muttered. “Maybe someone invited them. Let’s just enjoy the day.” Anna cleared her throat and continued. “You see, I have always admired Penelope for a long time,” she said. Penelope pressed her palm against her chest, touched. Anna continued with a steady voice. “Penelope has always been a strong and ambitious woman from the onset.” Penelope smiled proudly. “When she sets a goal or makes up her mind about someone, she gets it. She doesn’t give a damn about how she gets it. Penelope is really that woman. That bitch.”