Rival Penelope Douglas Novels & Stories

The sprawling grounds still held her spellbound—the backyard garden, the greenhouse, and the pavilion set among landscaped hills and ornamental streams. She'd been captivated from the moment she first laid eyes on it. And that was when the jealousy started to creep in. She couldn't wrap her head around it. How did everything good always fall into Jacklyn's lap? Eugene was the whole package—rich, handsome, and hopelessly in love with Jacklyn. So, Penelope schemed tirelessly. She clawed her way forward, inch by inch, until she was close enough to snatch it all for herself. Now, she sank into the couch, her fingers gliding over the buttery leather. Finally, everything she'd ever wanted was hers

she asked, bewildered. While she waited for his answer, someone called Skye’s attention. “Babe." It was a lady… a beautiful, more expensive looking than hers. The saturation of the pendant she was wearing and the glistening diamonds in her earrings proved her higher status. The woman then went beside Skye and clung to him before looking at Cassie. “Who is she?” she asked innocently while she scanned Cassie from head to toe. Skye clicked his tongue and smiled at her. “Oh, just an old friend in college I told you about,” he responded as if there was nothing wrong with his words.

"I want you to tell me if your neighbors, your friends, your co-workers, if someone in your midst may have been a little more suspicious in recent times. I want you to tell me if you noticed that something that shouldn’t happen was happening. I need any strange information you might have, Penelope.” "What kind of beauty?” "Well, you are the sister of a man who haunted an entire country, Penelope. They know your name, they know where to find it, even if you have moved often. And, we believe, especially me, that they would try to contact the only person who could be of interest to command the Brotherhood.”

“Of course I do. She doesn’t know it, but I overheard them in his office. I left that part out of the evidence I submitted.” Oh. “You’re going to do me a favor and not tell anyone the child isn’t yours.” I watched her like she had two heads. “No. I won’t claim responsibility for a child that isn’t mine. It’ll destroy our—” “Trust me, Daniel. Cara has outdone herself. Should I not also make sure her humiliation is worth it?” Damn. I stared at my wife. Lina used to be calm, humble, and sweet. But this woman before me was living up to her title as Queen of the Mafia council.

“Everyone here knows who you are, Mr. Richmond.” Tristan gave her a tight-lipped smile. “In more fortunate circumstances, I would be glad that my reputation precedes me, but now…” “Oh, no,” Penelope said, looking scandalized on behalf of Tristan. “I don’t believe anything that the gossip magazines have to say. I completely believe your word, Mr. Richmond. And between you and me—” she dropped her voice to a very audible whisper “—she’s stunning. I would choose her too.” Tristan gave another disarming smile. August’s amused smirk deepened. She stared at Penelope with something akin to hunger… a certain animalistic look that Tristan seemed to possess. I looked between them. Then at Tristan, fou

Sabine Castellane has thirty days to get engaged or lose the family business and the home she has always known. Her grandmother's will leaves her with one impossible condition, she must become engaged to the man her grandmother trusted most. Unfortunately, that man is Julianii Marchetti, Sabine's ruthless business rival and the last person on earth she would ever choose to marry. With her manipulative uncle ready to seize control of the company the moment she fails, Sabine makes Julianii an offer she is certain he will refuse. Six months as her fake fiancé. In exchange, she secures her inheritance, and when the six months end, they walk away, no strings, no questions, Julianii agrees. Livi

I am proud to be considered the godmother of people who only need the right chance. "Okay, now we have one more person in love in the room" Penelope pin, slipping on the chair until she is almost lying down. Compared to Beatrice and me, she looks like a bored child on an ordinary day of class. "I just wanted to make my indignation very explicit, since Bea is not a lesbian, but she always pretends to be just to play the liberal hottie. And Suzy is so restless that she seems to have sat with her ass on the anthill, but she keeps running away from the subject whenever I mention her husband's name. God in heaven! Stop being cool.”

"Are you planning how to kill me? I'm deadly allergic to grapes if that helps." "I'll make sure to keep that in mind!" I flip him the finger and hurry to catch Penelope as she steps down. "Beautiful as always!" She shrieks, pulling me in by my waist. I giggle and smile completely, whipping Aiden and his stupid antics out of my head. "I've missed you, Penelope. You look gorgeous." Penelope has a bad girl persona. Black hair. Average height. And those lips could make heads turn. "Aiden Smith." He just has to ruin everything. I scowl and grimace at what I have to do next.

The article cleverly disguised Penelope's real name and was divided into three parts: beginning, middle, and end. Joey was better at evoking emotions than I was. She took the material I provided and added dramatic flair to make Penelope's story even more heart-wrenching. For example, she described how Penelope was left alone at home without warm clothing in the midst of winter while her aunt and uncle indulged in gambling. Penelope shivered as she went out to gather firewood to keep warm. Upon returning, her aunt and uncle, having lost money, accused her of stealing food and subjected her to beatings, leaving her standing in the snow, on the brink of freezing to death.