Misconduct Penelope Douglas Novels & Stories

"So you didn't feel embarrassed?" Penelope cackled, "you underestimate me, Quinlan. Being a whore made me grow a thick skin, trust me I've seen worse. People outside of the pleasure house see me as a walking disaster already." Her lip curved into a smile as she placed her hand on his thigh again. Quinlan immediately pulled her hand away in a gentle manner because she was doing it again, trying to seduce him. "I'm sorry, Penelope, but I don't like being touched like this. You tend to forget the contract terms." He pointed out.

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.

" Fiona was stunned when she heard Penelope's accusations. She completely twisted the truth! Fiona never thought that there was another woman more two-faced than Jessica. She couldn't help but burst into applause. "If I hadn't witnessed it with my own eyes, I would have almost believed you! Hey, old hag! Do you always twist the truth by manipulating your words?" "Who are you calling an old hag!" Penelope exploded. She hated people insulting her, especially regarding her age. Her face red with anger, Penelope took several deep breaths. She pointed a trembling finger at Fiona, then at Larissa. "Are you hanging around unruly people like her? I spent so much money sending you to college, and you

“Say what you came to say and get out." Three years. That’s how long Penelope had been my father’s widow. Three years of her showing motherly concern, but I could see her desperate attempts to claw her way into power. At first, I let her live because she was harmless. Now? My claws unsheathed slightly, puncturing the armrest. Now she’s overstepping… "That creature doesn’t belong here Damon!" Penelope strode forward, slamming her palms on my desk. “Take the pup from her and throw her back to the gutter she crawled from!"

CHAPTER ONE | NUDES ON SHOW DAHLIA HAYES “You haven't seen it, have you?” The sound of my secretary’s voice pulled me away from my deep focus on the case files. My brows furrowed in irritation. She knew better than to interrupt me when I was in the middle of a life-changing case. “This isn't the time to gossip, Lara. The case against King Enterprises is a big opportunity for our firm to—” She dropped her phone on my desk, right in front of me. My gaze shifted from the letters on the file to the glaring image on her phone screen.

She didn't interfere whenever I used her card to frequent upscale restaurants and hotels, though she'd occasionally call to complain when I spent a bit too much. "Do you not have ambition at all? You're spending a woman's money. Where's your dignity?" Dignity? Wasn't that crushed long ago by her entire family? Eventually, after I blew through eight million dollars in one go, Rosalie finally called and demanded I return it. I looked at the scenery flashing past the window and quietly sneered. The eight-million-dollar urn was already shattered. There was no returning it. This was Rosalie's and Mona's retribution.

And he was, consequently, the person who laughed the most about all of them. Penelope Maxwell was almost like a brand of a person who was never shaken by anything. A woman in her twenties who had dedicated herself to a life of carefully calculated promiscuities, a very long list of broken hearts, and dreams that went far beyond buying a house and putting a husband and children in it. But this same Penelope Maxwell came into conflict with that Penelope I met looking in the mirror. It had been a year since an accident that stole everything I had most arrested in my life; my freedom.

The maid and I had gotten Penelope into a state of near apoplexy and Zoey called out to her friend “oooh, look at his big hard cock P, I bet you’d like that stuck up you for a while” Penelope spun around. She stood up and casually walked over to the sofa. My or my, that girl had a sexy wiggle. All eyes were on her ass as she ‘minced’ across that room. With her head looking back across her shoulder, she beckoned Pierre with her finger. She was licking her lips and holding her ass cheeks open with her other hand. Pierre needed no further invitation. He stood up and followed her.

Penelope wore a sinister expression as she snapped with a sneer, "Ember, I know you're gloating over Ferguson Corp's dire straits. Just wait! You fooled Caleb with your appearance! You are the most vicious woman alive!" Penelope's incessant harassment gave Ember a headache. Ember no longer wanted to pay attention to her, so she called the security guards to kick her out. Penelope, who refused to give up, tried to break free from the security guard. "Get lost! Let go of me! I will walk on my own!" Before leaving, Penelope snorted. "Hmph, just you wait!" Ember thought it was just an isolated incident. But to her surprise, Penelope went to Saint Lucia Convent and did a live stream to slander he