Novel & Cerita Rival Penelope Douglas

“William Hale? The patient in there is of high standing and has a rather short temper. She’s already scared away three carers. You look sturdy enough. Work hard, and the pay will be worth it.” I pushed open the door to see a woman in a wheelchair. There was something cool about her, with her long hair casually tied back. She carried an unmistakable air of nobility and aloofness. Hearing the sound, the woman slowly turned her wheelchair around. The moment our eyes met, both of us froze.

“You want revenge, right? Take her instead.” The wolves glanced at each other, confusion plastered on their faces. The one with the dagger held us close to his neck and groaned, “Her?” “Yes. Her!” Cryus said in panic, “She is not just any prisoner.” His tone is calculating and dubious. “The lady you're all staring at is Elowen Wynter, the Lycan princess of the Heliotrope. We all know Alpha Dorian despises lycans. Just imagine his happiness when he cuts her throat in front of everyone. Don't you think that'll be great?”

"Look at how eager she was to leave. She must have been hooking up with the Ironfang Alpha for ages." "Shameless. She’d do anything for money." The comments were a cesspool of insults and slander. I scrolled down and saw that the post had been pinned to the top and featured. The hashtag was already trending across the entire network: #BlackwoodBetaBetrayal

I pushed through the swinging doors into the main ballroom. Hundreds of people were there. Victoria Hale stood on the high stage, glowing under a spotlight. She looked like a queen. "And now," Victoria said into the microphone, her voice sweet as honey, "to celebrate our history, I would like to present the Founder’s Ring..." She held up her hand. But the box was empty. A loud gasp went through the crowd. Victoria looked shocked, but then she pointed a finger directly at the back of the room. At me. "There she is!" Victoria screamed. "The thief! And she has a knife!"

the curly-haired girl chimed in with a mischievous wink. The gossips continued to circulate like wildfire until it reached the evil ears of Penelope Westwood, my arch nemesis. And she hated it when someone other than her was the center of attention. For a very long time, she had been looking for a way to get revenge on me for dethroning her as queen bee. Every plan she had tried so far had backfired spectacularly like a boomerang. On discovering my latest scandal, it didn't take long for her to confront me. Penelope approached me with a sly smirk. "So, I heard you're dating some rich guy now. How did a nobody like you manage to snag a wealthy man?"

"Penelope." She walked in, and took her eyes straight to the portrait with pure jealousy in her eyes. "It's as though you worship her, Glimmer. You'd rather be in love with a mere portrait than with me, right?" Penelope asked, and took her hazel eyes to Glimmer. Her dark long hair cascaded around her neck as she shook her head.

“ Penelope can you please come with me so we go get some firewood “ she heard cate scream from the room and she stood up from the clothes that she had been washing from the past one hour . “ Why don’t you wait till I get done with these things “ she told her, smiling . “ Don’t worry dear ,I will get done with it “ cate mom told her with a smile on her face . Penelope looked at the woman and without anyone telling she knew that all wasn’t well but she just couldn’t place her hands on it . “ You girls should be back early “ she told them and with that cat dragged her away . This month with cate had been the best of her life ,she was the sister that she never had .

“They say there’s trouble with the Indians south of here.” “That’s going to make what I suggest more difficult,” Nate said with a slow shake of his head. “You got new plans?” Joseph asked. “Where’s Sullivan?” Nate asked as he looked around the empty saloon. “I want him here when I tell about it.” “He managed to find a proper young lady named Penelope Wilson. She lives back east, but is here visiting. They’re on a picnic,” Joseph said with a chuckled. “What about Alice?” Nate asked with surprise.

"But Aria, promise me something. If we find this man and he's innocent, you'll let it go." "And if he's guilty?" "Then we destroy him. Together." By morning, Marcus had found someone. Elena Rodriguez. Former NYPD detective. Now private investigator specializing in cold cases. We met her at a diner in Queens. Early. Before the wedding preparations began. Elena was fifties. Sharp eyes. No-nonsense demeanor. She looked at the suicide note like it was evidence at a crime scene. "Your mother was Catherine Ashford. Died 2004. Ruled suicide."

“Well, look who finally showed up.” Kayla froze. She turned slowly to see Mrs. Penelope standing by the copy machine, her arms crossed over her chest, her lips twisted into a sneer. Penelope had retired two years ago, but she’d come back as a consultant a month earlier—someone who’d “seen it all,” who knew the company’s history better than anyone. And from the moment she’d returned, Kayla had felt her gaze on her, cold and judgmental.