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Intrigued and somewhat apprehensive, he opened it to reveal a shocking and explicit image of a woman named Penelope. The picture displayed Penelope sitting in her personal car, her tight top struggling to contain her ample cleavage. It was a provocative sight, one that seemed intentionally designed to entice and shock the recipient. Liam's initial reaction was a mixture of temptation and disgust, as he grappled with the unexpectedness of the image.

Penelope. I stay where I am, on the couch, a notebook open on my lap. I haven’t written anything meaningful in it all day. Just scribbles. Doodles. Adrian’s name in cursive, printed, tiny in the margins like some foolish girl trying to anchor herself in something good. “You’re not watching the news?” Penelope’s voice is soft, but it cuts through the silence anyway. I look up. Her face says everything before her words do—tense, unreadable.

I replied sympathetically. I couldn't understand why she was getting all worked up about it. Penelope nodded vigorously like a bobblehead doll. “What if it's a mistake” She was looking at me as if she was expecting me to jump up and proclaim it was all a big misunderstanding. Well I did, but I kept it to myself. “The moon goddess doesn't make mistakes”

She asked as she accessed our table. “Nah, I'm good. I realized that I have somewhere to be.” I took a glance at my wristwatch, playing out my expression. I was tired of the conversation already. “You do?” Pen pouted, not happy with the news as she sat on her husband's lap. His eager hands went around her waist. “That's a pity. I was just thinking of making you guys something. One of my specialties.” She grinned, her dark eyes twinkling. “Don't worry, we are staying.” That was Damien to her. I didn't blame him, nobody wants to miss out on her food. Penelope was a chef.

Luke headed to the desk at the very end of the room. Ophelia was intrigued to check the frames in the library. A man such as Dustin with photo frames in his study? Sounded off to her ears. As she approached and picked one, she saw a woman with pitch-black hair. Penelope. She was smiling brightly in the picture as she held her summer hat from flying off. Ophelia couldn’t help but wonder if Dustin was genuinely in love with Penelope. The smile plastering her young face was a happy one, and it couldn’t be fake – or meant for the demon she pierced with her sword.

He appeared from just outside the door and answered, "Yess Boss" "What's the update on Penelope? Have you tracked her down yet? " "No Sir, we're unable to track her" "What do you mean you're unable to track her?" "She seems not to have anything on her that can be tracked. We also found an interesting piece of information about Miss. Penelope Sir" "Okay, what's that? " "Miss. Penelope doesn't exist" Okay, Donald really thought this was the time to play mind games with me? Really??

He was ninety years old. I’m sitting in my parlor waiting for an update from Rogue and having a sip of Cachaca when Penelope walks in. She looks beautiful with her string floral, flannel romper. Her long, firm pale legs and slim body look tempting. Clearing my throat, I take another swig of my drink in hopes of calming my libido. For christ’s sake, she’s a child, and I have to keep reminding myself of this matter.

“Didn’t you know? Simon refused to pay heed to our objections and married a woman who’s harboring evil intentions!” Penelope was Douglas’s eldest child, the oldest sister amongst the Zachary siblings. Fiona was her younger sister-in-law and inferior to her in the family hierarchy. Douglas had had three children in total. Besides his second child, who had died in a car crash, he had his older daughter and youngest son. Simon had been born much later, which explained the large age gap between him and his sister. Penelope narrowed her eyes as she recalled the woman named Sharon Jeans. Her gaze turned frosty.

She looked as if she had just stepped out of the front page of Vogue Magazine. Roxanne groaned inwardly. Why the hell is she here? "I have to admit," Penelope began as she stopped her clapping. "When I came here today, I never thought the universe was going to play such a show before me and even more, I never knew that the person I was giving my dresses to was a fiance snatching woman." She said and laughed loudly. "You really do try your best all the time to make me look foolish, didn't you?"

I hadn’t asked her to exactly but she had and those were the little things that made her the most efficient secretary I’d ever had. “Little Jaime likes stuffed animals apparently. You could get something along those lines.” “Super! Thanks P.” “Enjoy your day, Mr Moon.” The phone went dead in my ear as Penelope hung up. Once again, I thanked the moon goddess for the gift of Penelope. She was incredible really. Even if she lacked spirit sometimes but hey, who was I to judge. I had my plate full of worries of my own.