Killswitch Penelope Douglas Novels & Stories

“Stop this nonsense! No! I'm not him! you're mistaking me for someone else, you're crazy! Bring me back to Axel! Axel, please, I need Axel!” “Wahhhhhhhhhhh!” Shaun was helpless seeing Penelope scream and cry, he was standing there watching how Penelope tried to unheard him. But it was his only chance, the more he talked the more he put Penelope in a mess, it's not that he wanted to be selfish, but it's the only way, to trigger the old memories out of the microchip. “Penelope you have a brother, you're not an orphan who grew up in the palace, you met a politician in your early hundred”

“But it seems I’ve found something far more interesting. Do you think the board of directors would like to see this? Or perhaps Mr. Chen Sr.? I’m sure he’d be thrilled to know his son is carrying on with a married assistant.” She lowered her phone, but Kayla could see the gleam in her eyes—the same inquisitive, unsettling look she’d had since the day they’d met. Mrs. Penelope had been quiet, almost invisible, for weeks. But now it was clear—she’d been watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Liam stepped in front of Kayla, his face hardening into a mask of anger. “Delete it,” he said. “Now.” Mrs. Penelope smiled—a small, cold smile that made Kayla’s blood run cold. “I don’t think

Even those who had once claimed to be close friends kept their distance, afraid of being implicated in his downfall. Erica was also arrested for assaulting me that day. Following a full investigation and trial, she was fined, required to pay restitution, and expelled from her prestigious university. The case was officially recorded, leaving a permanent mark on her future prospects.

Because Adrian even admitted it himself, She currently has a backer that makes him hesitant. Penelope felt excited. She could feel her revenge plan coming to fruition. She was completely unconcerned about the panic and disaster she had caused for everyone else. Especially Alexandra. She had packaged and sent Alexandra’s Grandfather’s head to her. Penelope felt confident and triumphant. Penelope didn’t notice the little changes around her. She didn’t notice the small but big movements Adrian had made. She didn’t notice the people monitoring her. Her confidence blinded her from reality. Her confidence would be her undoing.

"She... she ruined her own wedding," Penelope sobbed into her handkerchief. "Sleeping with every man who'd have her..." The crowd gasped. Ashlyn's eyes turned to ice. "Are we really doing this, little girl? The innocent victim act?" "I'm not acting!" Penelope wailed. "Enough!" Mrs. White's voice cracked like a whip. "Security, bring me the surveillance footage. Now." Penelope's tears dried instantly. "That... that won't be necessary."

he barked. Suddenly, Penelope pulled out a small knife from nowhere. "If you drive me out today, I'll kill myself here!" Her voice cracked into a shriek, her body trembling like a madman. However, the threat was useless on Eugene. He had already proven he was willing to strike at her and George both. Why would her life mean anything to him now? "If I die here, Noah will never grow up to be a healthy child," Penelope spat viciously, pressing the blade to her wrist.

" Do you think this is going to work?" Sheila asked staring at her father. Penelope stared at James for quite a while, " How can you sign away years of labour? Are you nuts?!" she yelled " He has us in his palms. Hawkins knows everything, down to the last bank accounts." he replied Sheila stared at the television. " Do you think she is still alive?" Penelope shakes her head, " After all this while, why does that bitch need to come at us now!"

Lean-in-like-he’s-about-to-launch-a-k-drama-kiss-scene. His face was too close. My brain bluescreened. I could practically hear the Windows shutdown sound. Out of instinct—and maybe pure self-defense—I grabbed the remote off his desk and smashed the button like I was defusing a bomb. The privacy tint activated instantly, darkening the glass walls and shutting out the peanut gallery like the drama version of “closing tabs.” “Too late,” I muttered. “The peanut gallery already thinks you proposed with doves and fireworks.” “Not a bad idea,” he mused.

“I was just told to keep you on your toes and not actually kill you. But it's never bad to complete the job, is it?” Was that supposed to he funny? Was killing someone supposed to be a joke? A mistake on her part? “Why? Why would you kill someone when you also have a life you're protecting?” Penelope stood up, her voice rising with each word. “Why?!” she screamed, refusing to show any other weakness beside that. She wasn't going to break down in front of her enemy. “Why the hell? I did nothing wrong!”

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.”