Romans & histoires Hideaway Penelope Douglas

She wanted to be anywhere but here. Although Penelope had been hungry earlier she didn't have any appetite to eat in Hillary's presence, and instead she ordered iced coffee while Hillary ordered a burger and a can of coke. "So, where are you staying? And why are you not coming home yet?" Hillary asked after they had gotten their orders. “Because I have no plans of coming home. I guess you're still close to Geoffrey." Penelope said watching Hillary closely. She had purposely mentioned Geoffrey, wanting to see how well Hillary could hide her claws in front of her.

Not the Voss family one. The one she barely touched. It wasn’t much. But it was enough to start. Enough to disappear. A small, determined smile formed on her lips. “You took everything from me,” she whispered, her eyes darkening slightly. “But you forgot one thing…” Herself. They underestimated her. They always did. But that was about to change. An hour later. Elara stood in a small, quiet hotel room. Nothing like the mansion. No chandeliers. No marble floors.

By blending fact with fiction, she aimed to make it look like Vincent was a heartless person. These words, when said to anyone, would make them think Vincent was a scoundrel! And Jackson was the perfect witness. Penelope smirked. “Forget it. If I had known you were so cold-hearted, I wouldn’t have been deceived by your love. Simon, I wish you and Emily happiness. I hope Emily doesn’t follow in my footsteps and end up abandoned.” Penelope struggled to her feet, placing the hairpin on the coffee table and leaving the Hilton lobby in a daze. The impact from the fall had left her in pain, hunched over, her hands on her abdomen, walking painfully and awkwardly.

She stood up and told Hailey why she had to leave now and thanked her for the biscuits and lemonade. "Pfft. Don't be so formal. I suggest that you should have dinner with us sometime. Whenever you're free." Hailey smiled widely. "Yeah sure." Penelope grinned and said goodbye. She shut the door behind her and unlocked her apartment. ***

My breath fogged in the cold air of my room, and I swore I saw shadows curling beneath the door before they vanished. I didn’t sleep after that. Instead, I rose before dawn and headed out toward the Bonewood. It wasn’t part of our usual territory—not claimed, not watched. The Bonewood was ancient, wild, a place even rogues avoided. Some said it was cursed. Others said it was the place where the curse had started. I didn’t tell Mara where I was going. I couldn’t. She’d try to stop me. Silas might’ve too. But I needed answers. And the dreams were pulling me here.

No one here knew about the dynasty she had abandoned, or the law firm she'd been a part of. Her son, Clyde Arzeus, was four now. He was all energy, with her dark eyes and a mischievous grin that sometimes, just sometimes, made her think of Ethan. Clyde loved the jungle. He knew all the bird calls and spent hours carving little wooden animals, just like Katya loved to do. He was everything to her. He was the simple, authentic life she had always craved, the reason she fought so hard to remain hidden. The little wooden bird Marco had given her, the one that meant so much, sat on Clyde's nightstand. He loved it, not knowing its story, or the tangled past of his mother, the heiress who ran away.

She felt that she had become the weakest and stupidest woman today. How could she not? A hidden marriage that was not recorded by the state clearly made her position even more cornered. What could Feby do? “I'll leave Haikal and Kayla, ma'am. I'm going to the bank first. Maybe there I can find out the number of res or his messenger who can be contacted.” Just as Feby was about to take a step, her mother gently grabbed her arm. Then advised, “Remember, Feb. You have to prepare yourself for the worst.”

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She asked as she accessed our table. “Nah, I'm good. I realized that I have somewhere to be.” I took a glance at my wristwatch, playing out my expression. I was tired of the conversation already. “You do?” Pen pouted, not happy with the news as she sat on her husband's lap. His eager hands went around her waist. “That's a pity. I was just thinking of making you guys something. One of my specialties.” She grinned, her dark eyes twinkling. “Don't worry, we are staying.” That was Damien to her. I didn't blame him, nobody wants to miss out on her food. Penelope was a chef.

I think it should be renovated Or rather she can come live with me I'll tell her maybe tomorrow.. for now I need to see Max At the Penelope's manison ⛪ Getting into the manison was sure not easy The securities is really tight...the walk from the gate for the manison was f***king long I stopped to caught my breath before knocking on the door "Op...gud afternoon miss"a young pretty lady said She held a can of water in her hand staring at me curiously with her black eye balls