Novel & Cerita Misconduct Penelope Douglas

She had lost her husband and did not know much about such matters, but that gave him no right to speak to her in such a disrespectful manner, right? Penelope had a gloomy expression on her face. It was the first time she had seen Simon act in such a dissolute manner. Doing that in a hotel with Sharon… Even less needed to be said about Douglas. His face was dark, and he did not speak. The expression on Penelope’s face was frosty, and she refused to take another look at the mess of clothes on the floor. Trying to douse the flames of anger within her, she took a deep breath before once again looking at Simon coldly. Her voice was low as she said, “Tonight’s the anniversary celebration for the c

I replied sympathetically. I couldn't understand why she was getting all worked up about it. Penelope nodded vigorously like a bobblehead doll. “What if it's a mistake” She was looking at me as if she was expecting me to jump up and proclaim it was all a big misunderstanding. Well I did, but I kept it to myself. “The moon goddess doesn't make mistakes”

"Desmond told me—" "Told you what? That as long as you transformed yourself to look like me, you'd earn an entry ticket to Director Mason's movie?" Penelope sneered. "The entertainment industry might value appearances for a start, but staying there? That takes more than a pretty face." Her voice grew sharper. "You're clever, I'll give you that. Orchestrating a car accident after casting calls wrapped, then surgically altering yourself to look like me just to snag my resources—what dedication! And all to fast-track your way into high society."

Although Penelope didn’t have such deep feelings for her mother, she could not exactly let them slide, especially now that she had Antonio by her side. Penelope had great use for Antonio. She planned to use him to fight Adrian. She believed that Adrian didn’t have as much power as Antonio; thus, she made plans to pit Antonio against them. She couldn’t afford for Antonio to get a drift of her real personality and her plans, so she moved smartly. She made ambiguous statements about her background and her indirect involvement with the Bennetts. She would also occasionally insinuate that Adrian killed her mother and that the young Sinclair couple was bullying her. Antonio Rodrigo was a fool in l

She apologized to me in front of the entire city, saying she shouldn't have cheated and shouldn't have taken my love for granted. Hughie cried every day, saying he would never eat candy again and that he shouldn't have disobeyed me. Almost overnight, the public's view of them completely flipped. Penelope went from a respected executive to a tramp people openly despised, while Hughie became an ungrateful kid no one wanted to be associated with. Even Penelope's company was dragged down by it, and the stock price plunged. But she still didn't care. She even bought up advertising space all over the city just to apologize to me. She said that as long as I was willing to go back, she would do anyt

His fingers went through her night wear again and he began finger f**king her, not minding the fact that Penelope was in the office. “Answer me, Penelope,” he said, his tone mockingly calm. “Were you that desperate to watch? Now watch!!!” Her face burned with humiliation as she just couldn’t bring herself to stare at them. “I wasn’t—I didn’t mean—” “You didn’t mean to what?” he cut her off coldly as his finger pace increased and so did Darla’s moan. “Spy? Interrupt?” She shook her head frantically, her pulse roaring in her ears. Are they this shameless? She thought to herself,

“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!"

I’d always thought courthouses were cathedrals for people who worshipped their own righteousness. And yet—everyone here is dirty. Just good at hiding the stains. Penelope was one of them. She was actually at the top. Beautiful. Polished. Hungry for validation like it was blood and she was a vampire. The door to the courtroom swung open and she stepped inside with her head high, shoulders back, hair pinned up in that neat, “I-have-my-shit-together” twist she liked to wear when she wanted to look untouchable. Except I think I have an idea what she had underneath that perfect blouse and tailored skirt. Lace panties so thin and expensive you could tear it just by thinking too hard. And a vibrato

"Donald, what exactly are you trying to say? Are you saying I made up someone in my head?" "Oh no Sir, that's definitely not what I'm saying" "Then what the fuck are you saying exactly?! " I yelled. My anger was already driven through the roof and i was doubting if I could take anymore. I had to quickly grab a chair and sit down first. Alison passed me water and I gulped down the contents faster than I ever imagined I could. You would think I was taking a shot. "Donald, what exactly are you saying?" "I'm saying that there is no way to track Miss. Penelope because she doesn't exist. No ID, no record. In fact, before 2 weeks ago, there was no such person as Penelope Brendan"

"That woman — it was to do with work that's all. Penelope was asleep the entire time." "I trusted you with her and this is what you do, bringing strange woman around my daughter. You really haven't changed at all."I walked towards the door, holding a sleeping Penelope. I was angry, the type of anger that he can only bring out in me. He told me that it was work related, but I didn't know if to trust his word. After all, the last time I trusted Mason Knight he left me alone and pregnant with his baby.