Misconduct Penelope Douglas Novels & Stories

“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."

Her wolf must’ve sensed I wasn’t flinching, because she leaned in and added, with a sugar-sweet smile: “I’m not saying I will. Yet. But if you keep hovering around Marcus like a lost little flea, I might have to start caring.” She batted her lashes. Gods help me, she was Marcus in heels. “With all due respect, Miss Penelope,” I said, my voice even, hands politely clasped behind my back, “Marcus is just my young master. And he’s definitely not my type.” For a second, everything was still. Then— “What?!” Penelope gasped, her eyes widening so far I genuinely thought they might roll right out of her perfectly powdered face. What… is it this time?

Couldn't it have been a more quiet and gentle maid that I had never come across before? I'd made peace with my decision that I was going to have to talk to her eventually, but the only thing that made it hard, was the memories we shared. The thought had barely registered itself in my mind, when the memories came rushing in. Penelope had minions, but she was definitely the ring leader when it came to insulting me. She did it without remorse, and she even got Elena to raise her hand to me. She never wasted an opportunity to degrade, and when she realized I was in a sexual relationship with Kieran, she made me crash out. Time and time again I wanted to get out of here, and I would have, had Kie

Jethro’s hardcore solo fans couldn’t stand Penelope and were relentless in their attacks, determined to ruin her reputation. To avoid their harassment, Penelope had already moved twice in a short period. The second time, she openly moved into Jethro’s private residence. When the fans found out, they were furious, expressing their disappointment on his social media and even posting unverified rumors about him.

Penelope propped her elbow on the counter, waiting for the man to get her some. “Ms. Winters.” A voice called right beside her. She turned warily to stared at a man she hoped never to meet again. “Pleasure to meet you again.” She straightened her posture and glared at him. “Mr. McBland.” She pronounced with contempt. I can’t say the same for you. If anything, I am disgusted with your presence.” Penelope said, flaring up her nose as if something awful had just been released into the air.

She admitted Penelope let out a happy scream, and standing on her feet, she did a little dance. “Finally, all things are working the way I wanted it to work. And how can you call that unfortunate? I know it probably looks sketchy but trust me, he is a walking Sex God. If I wasn't married, I am sure his dick would probably be restricting my airflow as we are talking.…” Penelope gushed making Bella shudder in disgust, but she still let out a chuckle.

They thought she had a frozen pussy. On her floor, her close assistants were unusually chatty even after she walked in. They knew her policy; business and pleasure don’t mix. But when she saw the reason for their excitement she laughed. Her ex-secretary, Chantelle Jones. Chantelle called out her name. “Penelope.”

"Please. You must lie down." "Get away from me," I spat, my voice rising into a jagged, high-pitched whine that sounded completely unhinged. "Penelope is lying. She brought a fake. She is trying to poison me with a bad spirit. Julian, look at her. Look at what she is doing to me." Penelope turned her head slightly, her profile sharp against the dark wood of the door. She did not look angry. She did not look smug. She looked like a judge waiting for the jury to return with a execution order.