Misconduct Penelope Douglas Novels & Stories

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.

The young Feledencian heiress was used to the accurate measurement of Eloisa, and Lady Margaret’s handmaid, but the aspiring applicant was doing slight error on her first try. “My deep apologies, my lady,” she immediately apologized and made an adjustment accordingly. Dressing up a mannequin in the clothing boutique was different from dressing up a real person in actual. She should have known it beforehand so as not to commit such careless error. She knew very well that her dream job was still not officially hers. Lady Margaret had just given her the chance to prove her credibility despite the unwelcoming look received from Lady Francesca prior to the vulgarity she had witnessed about her th

Girls that are low ranked but have beautiful bodies and know how to use them and have been taught how to be perfect with seduction. The only surprise purchase was… Penelope Fox. Penelope was definitely stunning, but it’s odd for Jack to have made a purchase and I don’t know why Xavier would’ve purchased her. He’s tried to purchase “innocent” girls before and always complains that it’s too much work and it takes forever for them to earn enough money to be worth what he paid. There’s something about her though that I can’t seem to put my finger on. I don’t think anyone aside from me has noticed it, but there are things in her story or her file that don’t seem to add up.

Lucas let out a half grin, head tilting as he gave a meaningful stare at the woman. Penelope understood what that meant. Her stomach twisted, her heart racing at the thought of what was to come. Yet she kept her emotions in check, along with her sanity. Aware she needed to be careful with dealing with these people. “What you’re asking is too much.” She clenched her fist, closing her eyes while she grab hold of her chest, saying a prayer in her thoughts, hoping for any guidance from above. She could not bring it upon herself to do such a thing. Her mind continued to fight, holding on to that bit of dignity, pride, and conscience she had left.

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.

or anyone of the sort. Penelope Douglas was failing woefully to catch his attention but the fiasco outside the window. A redheaded broad with the curliest looking hair he’d ever seen, almost like a lion’s mane and a man with similar features, except more pasty and anorexic. “That seems wild”. He murmured as he watched the redhead pull the man hard and a smack on his head ensued. Penelope, who was failing to catch his attention turned to the window and let out a distasteful chortle, “that’s the Simons for you”.

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.”

Because since she is famous, many people would love to read anything about her. And also, he said that Penelope is a Campus Queen candidate. "But, why? Are you scared of her?" He asked. Scared? As if! He was even the one who left me during the Canteen Scandal. "Hell, no!" I immediately answered. "It's just that she's seems like a brat. And if I'm going to make her my subject, it will really be a tough challenge for me." I explained. "Tsk. You know what? You sound like a scared cat. Ouch-" I punched his arm. "Bro, Come to think of it. Penelope or Goodbye Scholarship?" I froze.

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—"