Novel & Cerita Rival Penelope Douglas

Saint Lucia Convent, Southfeld. 4.30 PM. Penelope was wearing her tailored dress, putting up her make-up in the Rolls-Royce. Next to her was Saint Lucia’s assistant principal Donelle. “You’ve really helped a lot by signing the contract today, Ms. Penelope. I wanted to ask you something though...” Donelle was like a dog, wagging its tail trying to make Penelope happy. Penelope couldn’t even bother to look at her as she pursed her red lips.

“Yeah. Me too. She’s not back for anything good. That I’m certain of.” My eyes stayed locked on Penelope across the boutique. She was holding up a sheer black robe now, turning it this way and that under the light, completely unbothered. She looked like she belonged here—confident, entitled, unbothered. But I knew better. Women like Penelope didn’t just “shop for lingerie” on a Tuesday because their ex was in town. They schemed. They calculated. They waited for the perfect moment to strike. One thing was clear: she was back in Philadelphia. And she was back for a reason.

“I’m not saying this is going to work since this guy is an even bigger ass than Douglas but it’s worth a try. Those two are the biggest rivals in the business.” Nolan was on the edge of his seat. “Who is he?” “Noel Greer.” I passed Nolan a glance. Noel Greer was an even bigger shrew than Douglas and from what I know of the man he doesn’t lose. Nor is he known to be the most generous person ever. Going to him with a proposal to help trump Douglas would be as achievable as finding a unicorn. Matt didn’t seem too pleased with the idea either but that was the only alternative. “I know someone who can talk to him,” he said. “Penelope Quinn. They have a…history.”

The arrogant half-sister who had once given Victoria a glass of poison on her wedding night was now nothing more than a shivering, desperate fugitive. Penelope stopped near the entry rug, her hands shaking as she looked around the luxurious penthouse. When her eyes landed on Victoria standing beside Alexander, a mixture of intense envy and deep fear washed over her face. "Victoria..." Penelope gasped, her voice hoarse and cracking. She took two fast steps forward, but the guards instantly blocked her path. "Please... you have to help me! The police are everywhere! They locked my bank accounts, they took my apartment, and Julian’s men are looking for me!"

The lad was heavily built, and his perpetually hardened face didn't deny the fact that he was good-looking with his sand-blonde hair packed up in a ponytail. Penelope didn't mind the looks she was receiving from the few people gathered in the temple. She was well known for her whoredom at the pleasure house. Even Quinlan's parents had their jaws touching the floor, they certainly didn't expect their only child to take her for a wife. It was as if they could barely believe their eyes. Whispers were going around from his friends and even Alpha Kieran appeared confused for a second. "Isn't that the biggest town's whore? Penelope Ravenscourt, widely known for working at the pleasure house for th

She gave me a warm smile so I can't help but to smile back. "Good Morning, Maám. I just want to ask if this is where Penelope Avery lives?" Her eyes widened a bit, "Are you her friend?" she asked. Wait, are we friends? No, we're not right? "I'm her partner. We are working on a project together." I said instead. "Here?" She looked at me, confused. I think Clark is right. I don't think Penelope had any visitors in her house before. "Yes, Maám. She told me to meet her here."

His impression of Penelope always made him feel that Penelope was an eccentric woman who was not at all judgmental about anything people say about anyone. She was always looking and digging for rumours, and gossiping with her friends, but actually, she had a secret and noble goal. Heath heard that Penelope Zircon wanted to find her childhood best friend—whom everyone had given up trying to find. But in secret, Penelope was still trying, covering up her goal as a famous avid gossipper noblewoman. However, the woman, whom she considered a friend and whom she was desperately looking for, humiliated her at the garden party held by Ezra Euclase instead.

Ana snapped still trying to grasp this new discovery. "How what?" Penelope asked "How are you going to mark your territory in his life penny,do you even know who you're with?" She whined wondering if her sister was even aware of the big fish she had caught. "DORIAN SKENDORE" she emphasized "A man who's wanted by many shameless wretch who wouldn't hesitate to snag him up like some hungry wolves in winter" Penelope cringed at the mention of 'wolves' but before her mind could drift off,she heard her sister's voice which didn't stop talking

"Careful, Rain. Or should I say… Penelope?" I froze mid-step and turned to her. "What did you just call me?" She pulled a photo from her clutch and handed it to me. My hands trembled as I looked at the image. It was of me—wrapped in the arms of a man who looked strikingly similar to Alex, both of us laughing and carefree. "This isn’t real," I whispered, my voice shaky. "See to believe," Gwen said with a smirk before sauntering away. I clutched the photo, my heart pounding. Who was Penelope? And why did she look exactly like me?

Kate tried convincing him but when Ralph didn’t listen to her, she gave up. On the other hand, Ace was facing the situation almost as same as Edwin. Jacob couldn’t take the fact that Ace became friends with their rival. They were in Ace's guest house, still fighting over the same topic. “Why don’t you understand? He is our rival.” Jacob shouted.