Misconduct Penelope Douglas Novels & Stories

Jacklyn asked. She deliberately brought those up to embarrass Rebecca. And a look of unease indeed flashed across Rebecca's face. Neither of those incidents was news one wanted to spread around. But for Penelope, she pushed her pride aside and—albeit with fake sincerity—asked, "Jackie, can you let Penelope off the hook? Please, I'm begging you." "Let her off the hook?" Jacklyn snorted under her breath. When had Rebecca, George, or Penelope ever shown her the same decency? Penelope had become Eugene's mistress and stolen him from her, then proceeded to relentlessly taunt and attack her. And her so-called parents had even hired people to kidnap her. Had anyone spared her before?

The silence in the ballroom was deafening after the chaos of the previous moments. Penelope stood in the center, all eyes boring into her. "I can explain," Penelope's voice quivered. "Everything I did... I thought I was protecting Christopher." "By stealing another woman's gifts?" Lady Morrison scoffed. "By forging documents?" Mrs. Henderson added. "I was afraid!" Penelope's eyes darted around the room. "Ashlyn was different... she had this way about her. I thought she'd take everything from me!"

Penelope stood frozen at the podium, public humiliation painting her cheeks bright red. “The evidence speaks for itself,” Penelope said quietly. “The Rogue threat is real regardless of your opinion of me.” “The evidence of your guilt also speaks for itself. Should we ignore that too?” Elder Francis struck his staff against the floor repeatedly. “Order! We’ll recess for thirty minutes. All parties will conduct themselves with dignity when we reconvene.” Penelope gathered her materials with shaking hands. When she looked up and caught my eye, the pain in her expression should have created some satisfaction. Instead, it made my chest ache, stirring unwanted memories of the woman I’d once loved.

I shifted uncomfortably on the couch, suddenly acutely aware of the scars that crisscrossed my skin. “Stop looking at me like that,” I muttered, unable to meet her gaze. Cecil reached out a hand, placing it gently on my arm. “I don't know Penelope that well, but she seems like the type to scheme and manipulate. She could even go as far as lying to the Alpha, claiming you attacked her. She might even inflict injuries on herself to make it seem more convincing.” The thought made my blood run cold. Penelope was ruthless, capable of anything to get what she wanted. And getting Damon to come home now and end me would be a very easy task for her.

he rasped and Penelope swallowed, feeling the atmosphere thickened. “Y..yes…?” Her eyes flicked to the elevator doors, afraid someone might walk in at any moment. And if they saw this scandalous pose they were in, her name would be finished in the company! He leaned even more closer and this time, her soul had escaped, “Why are you doing this to me?” He groaned as if in pain and Penelope's eyes slightly widened. “Doing…what?” The elevator suddenly chimed, and Penelope in her zeal to run out, tried to push against him but that only resulted in her hand mistakenly touching his bulge.

There was a gigolo begging on the ground and destroying Josh's reputation—the man who left after getting caught cheating on Arai. "Oh my gosh! That's the scum who keeps covering up rumours about him with his family money and stop me from knowing that he's gay—!” Penelope shouted loudly because of her avid gossiper reflex. Her exclamation made those around her turn to her with shocked looks, as her words gave context to the incident. And secretly, Heinrich, who had never met or knew Penelope at all, smiled with interest. This woman's reaction was hilarious.

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.

He shoved me into the passenger seat of his car and slammed the door shut before getting behind the wheel. The drive back was silent. The tension in the air was suffocating, and I could feel his anger radiating off him. My mind raced with questions. Who was Penelope? What was going on? And how would I explain any of this to Alex?

With trembling fingers, I tapped the article. The words hit me like punches. They called me a gold digger. A social climber. A manipulative slut who had supposedly dumped one brother for the richer one. They painted me like some heartless opportunist — a woman who had “snared” Andrew for money and status. And then there were the pictures. Old photos of me and Matthew — one of us laughing together at a café, another of his hand casually on my waist. The comments beneath were brutal. She’s disgusting.

he retorted back with ease and confidence. How can such man caught in a scandal be able to keep his cool and composure? Even she, herself can doubt to keep such level of serenity when act in an act. ‘T was regardless of the petty scandals she had acquainted herself into in the past. The man was sure a pro on this. Lady Francesca couldn’t help but to maintain her eyebrow on firm high. “What an overly topnotch confidence you have there? Certainly, you are an experience pro of being caught ravishing sweet young ladies on the street?”