Misconduct Penelope Douglas Novels & Stories

She relaxed, letting sleep take over. . . (A few days later.) Serena took a sip from her tea, her gaze at the garden in front of them but she wasn't looking at the flowers. She was having tea with Mother Wilson and instead of her to feel relaxed, she's been more tense than usual. It's been days since she left Gerald's manson and it's been itching her to go back. She misses him so much. Unfortunately, Mother Wilson wasn't ready on releasing her yet. There's also the issues of the rumors, although Mother Wilson had very doing her best to stamp it out, she knows it wouldn't fade away to easily. It sucks so much. Her not being a noble makes everything worse as she's being labeled as a slut.

The delusion that Lola was in some competition with her and her crazy thought that I love her. “Wow.” I exclaimed and Mimi chuckled. “That’s just the surface. Penelope has done a lot of crazy things. You know, we went to college together and she did something unspeakable of there. There was a guy, Eric. He was really interested in me but Penelope couldn’t take it. She did everything to get him but he wouldn’t budge. She was literally obsessed with him and would go to any lengths to have it. It was a very scary obsession of hers. One day, Penelope took her obsession to another level when she ran over Eric with her car. He was rushed to the hospital and thankfully lived but at what cost? Eric

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. Rosalie and those animals were next on my list.

The mere sight of her filled him with irritation, a reminder that he had been living with a monster for years. “The woman you brought in here is to be the Don’s woman, isn’t she? Why is she here?” she questioned. Vivian had only seen Penelope once, during the conference meeting when Penelope had confronted Eve, sparking a wave of rumors throughout the mafia. The second time was at the annual ball, where Penelope was engaged to Silvio. Of course, she had never recognized her, and seeing her now in her home was a shocking revelation. “It’s over; I’m done with you,” he declared, locking eyes with her. Vivian raised an eyebrow, staring down at him in disbelief.

Williams clenched his weak fists beneath the covers. Penelope let out a sigh, stood, and wandered toward the window, watching the city blink below like stars under her feet. “This is just the beginning, you know,” she said. “Soon, I’ll be Mrs. Andy Smith.” Williams tried to move. To rise. But his body refused to obey. Penelope turned back to him, pitying and cruel. “Oh, are you trying to stand? That’s cute.” She crossed to the bed, reached for the pillow. “No more delays,” she whispered, the voice of her conscience nothing but a fading echo. “Time to discard you.”

I cannot think of any adjective because I can't think straight right now! All I know is that Penelope Avery is really a goddamn rich person and I can't imagine how she feels living into this huge house every single day. The old woman motioned me to sit on this huge sofa. Uggh. I can't keep count of how many times I used the word huge since I entered their mansion. "Do you need anything?" she asked. "No, I'm okay, Maám." I answered. "I really just have to meet with Penelope." "Ohh, right. Wait here, I'll call her."

Even if it was just emotional, it still counted as cheating. "What?" The older doctors, usually too reserved for these gatherings, kept their distance. At every dinner, only the younger ones attended. They were at that age when they hated anything unfair. Some younger nurses who looked up to Penelope grew worked up and began cursing. They tore into the ex-husband they had never met and the so-called mistress, insulting them with no hint of subtlety. Penelope was furious and tried to interject. "Dr. Wilson, this is only one side of the story. Who knows why your husband really cheate—"

“You were going to send that file to the press. You were going to destroy Kayla’s life.” Penelope stood up, her face flushing with anger and embarrassment. “So what if I was?” she said, her voice rising. “She deserves it. She’s a liar. She’s been lying to everyone about her marriage, about her child. She’s a fraud. And I was just telling the truth.”

Daniel said softly while bowing , Penelope nodded as she entered the library sighing when the door closed, and proceeded to lay on the couch that was next to the window memories of what happened consumed her mind, she wondered what would have happened if she hadn't been mated to a monster, a mate that would rather humiliate her in front of everyone, one that only cared about her giving him an heir and never truly cared about her. She gulped tears stinging her eyes slowly starting to stream down her cheeks. She quickly wiped them away and took deep breaths. It wasn’t her fault she had not yet been convinced in fact she was glad that she was not carrying the child of such a man. At that moment

She clenched her jaw, forcing herself to remain composed. Her reverie was interrupted as Penelope strode in, carrying a stack of files and an expression that hinted at more than just business updates. Signoral raised her brows slightly as she straightened, an unspoken invitation for Penelope to speak. Penelope wasted no time. "The company's situation wasn't good, ma'am. The press was relentless, digging into every corner of our operations. With the scandal surrounding Mr. MacQuoid's abduction and your arrest, they were sniffing for anything they could find. If they kept pushing, they would eventually uncover something… damaging."