Novel & Cerita Rival Penelope Douglas

As the daughters of the highest-ranked ministers like her, they were among those few privileged people who could visit the palace. Penelope's chuckle faded and the smile on her lips turned sour when she saw the woman who stole the Queen's position from her. She had always hated Melrose because of envy. She believed she was the most beautiful in her generation and that she should be the one to marry the King, but Melrose blocked her way. The reason why every time she sees the girl, her blood boils. "Lady Penelope. Lady Stella," Melrose curtly acknowledged the two. There was not a time that she could not feel the two ladies' sharp glares whenever their path crossed. In fact, just with their ey

After that, she merely regarded her words as nonsense. “I’m no one special, just a simple living normal person. But at least I’m not a disgraceful wench who can’t tell the difference between right from wrong!” Riley was never one to miss a chance to showcase her sharp tongue. “Why you…” Penelope was so enraged that her chest was undulating, but she was still wary of her image, so she could only suppress her anger and scoff. “Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together. I’m not surprised that both of you are lowly things!”

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

Andy whispered, leaning into Penelope’s ear. “I don’t know,” Penelope muttered. “Maybe someone invited them. Let’s just enjoy the day.” Anna cleared her throat and continued. “You see, I have always admired Penelope for a long time,” she said. Penelope pressed her palm against her chest, touched. Anna continued with a steady voice. “Penelope has always been a strong and ambitious woman from the onset.” Penelope smiled proudly. “When she sets a goal or makes up her mind about someone, she gets it. She doesn’t give a damn about how she gets it. Penelope is really that woman. That bitch.”

Darla leaned in closer, her tone turning lower, more dangerous. “You’re just a toy he got bored of. He has real women by his side. Women who know what he likes, who know how to please him. I doubt if you can even please a man like him— in bed!” She said this running her eyes all over Penelope that made her skin crawl. Penelope’s throat tightened, but she still kept silent. “Nothing to say?” Darla smirked. “That’s smart. At least you’re not completely stupid.” Penelope inhaled sharply and turned away, gripping the luggage tighter as she hurried inside.

Badaire Coman had never seen such a poor woman before. Why are you so jealous at home when you can even spare your life for others while you are outside. "Don't you even know how to resist" "I resisted, "Penelope said solemnly." I also resisted today. I pinched Cooper several times So, do you want to say that this time, you also hurt the other party Penelope chuckled and said, "That's not true. Cooper and I have a huge difference in strength. He handles me like he handles a chick, so I didn't really have the upper hand this time. Now, thinking about it, being too thin is really not a good thing

Mary Redferne Judith, my best friend, sat beside me on the couch, with my mother and sister opposite us, as we were presented with a selection of wedding dresses, each one simpler than the last. It was evident these dresses were deliberately chosen, designed to ensure I didn't outshine my sister Clara on her wedding day. Mr. McKinnon had made it clear that his son’s wedding needed to be the talk of the season. Clara expressed her disappointment directly, saying, "Mary, these dresses are so plain. I thought your wedding dress would be more... special. This is something you wouldn’t even wear."

She had a wickedly sweet smile as she walked out and I knew she was up to no good. Mrs. Avery is a very manipulative woman. She can even make best friends turn enemies and business partners rivals. I have seen that happen before. It makes me question if our love would stand through the storm she was brewing. I love him way too much and it helped that he loved me just as much. This reminder reduced my doubts and fears a little.

Not even like an enemy. Like I was a piece he wanted to move on his board. And I hated that more than anything. Because it meant he wasn’t done with us. Not by a long shot. A little Cliffhanger cuties😉: Later that night, as Rival finally closes her eyes, she hears it again — three slow, deliberate taps and rival angrily stands up to go check.... muttering to herself, whatever this bastard came for it better be good.

Each sketch was a small rebellion against the voice that had whispered for years that her dreams were selfish, impractical, and beneath her station as a Rourke wife. "These are beautiful," Clara said during one of her visits, lifting a drawing of a woman in a wind-swept dress. Her short brown hair caught the afternoon light streaming through the guest room window, and Angela noticed how her friend's green eyes had developed fine lines from squinting at legal documents and computer screens. "You should have never stopped."