Kill Switch Penelope Douglas Novels & Stories

And there, at the back, behind a row of dresses, was a small safe built into the wall. She knelt down and slid the key into the lock. It turned. The door opened. Inside, another file. Thicker than the first. She pulled it out and opened it. The first page was a photo. A woman. Beautiful. Smiling. Standing next to a younger version of Penking. She looked closer. The woman’s hand rested on a small bump. Pregnant. She flipped to the next page. A death certificate. Name: Elena Penking Cause of Death: Complications during childbirth

"That card... you stole that! Alexander King would never give a thief his personal card!" She stepped toward me, her face contorted with rage. "You think you’re so special because you found a new man to cling to? You're still just a—" Plak! The sound of the slap was loud and crisp. It echoed through the quiet boutique. Penelope stumbled back, her hand flying to her cheek. She hit the floor, her expensive heels sliding on the marble. She stared up at me, her eyes wide with shock and fear. "That was for your mouth," I said. I looked down at her as if she were a stain on the floor. "And if you ever speak to me again, I won't just stop at a slap. I’ll make sure Arthur Sterling’s debt is the leas

I finally let go of Penelope, whose lipstick had been eaten, revealing her lips’ original pink color, and her eyes were as if on fire. She glared at me. "Slap". She slapped me without hesitation and ran out of the alley crying. "Penelope!" I called out to her from behind, but all I could hear was the click-click of her high-heeled shoes. I touched my lips. The touch was surreal. Did I really just kiss Penelope, like I always do in my dreams? 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.

When the other party didn't respond, Penelope marched toward the car, fury tightening every step. She raised her hand, ready to pound on the window. Before she could, the door burst open from inside with such force that she stumbled backward and nearly fell. She was used to having her way, so the humiliation made her blood burn. She was about to lash out when a tall man stepped out, his presence sharp and menacing. Recognition flickered across her face. Her anger vanished in an instant. "You! You're Mr. Sinclair from DK Pharmaceuticals, aren't you?"

Aunt Penelope patted his shoulder. Aunt Penelope then turned to the servants, who stood like a statue beside the table. “Get wine for the Alpha.” In no time, one of the servants, who had rushed off, returned with a bottle of champagne. “Pour some for him and for me.” She ordered again. Without hesitation, the servant poured some champagne into Penelope's glass and then turned to pour into Alpha Kyle's glass when Penelope stepped on her feet, and she mistakenly threw the drink all over Kyle's suit.

Smack! Before she could finish her word, Penelope’s hand had landed on her face. Then, more cynical and vicious comments followed suit, “Who are you to call me Penelope? You murderer. You still have the gall to show your face around here?” Sharon’s head slanted to the side from her slap. A murderer? Did they genuinely regard her as the culprit who had murdered Douglas? “Vice President Zachary, I just want to see Director Zachary one last time.”

“Here.” Dominic read it without expression. Then he handed it to Penelope. I watched her face as she read Kelsey’s last words, anger replacing whatever sympathy might have been there. “She is still playing victim,” Penelope said. She set the note down like it was contaminated. “Still claiming to love her son after committing murder and helping kidnap a child.” “She chose the coward’s way out,” Dominic said. His voice was cold and flat. “Instead of facing what she did.”

he was finally defeated. [Meanwhile – Third person's POV] The pacing was not helping at all. Why? Why did she even tell her daughter that secret? She knew Anne couldn’t keep her mouth shut, and now she was about to go down, “and you finally disappointed me.” Penelope’s voice rang, “Your majesty, please forgive me, I will take the fall for this, it is my fault.” “Too late,” Penelope muttered before stringing her heart with a dagger, killing her.

Jacob snapped. "I do," Penelope sharply answered then continued. "I tried to convince this guy, Henry, to help me, but he refused. So, I did the only thing I could—I killed him. I had to. First, to protect Brandon from that mess. Second, because Henry was too greedy. He could've agreed to have given me a copy of those documents and I would've paid him so well. He refused! Someone else approached him before me and there offer must've been higher than mine."