Penelope's POV

Love, such a word I had always yearned for, yet now that I possessed it, I found myself afraid of its potential impact on me.

As soon as Helen departed, I began devising a plan to escape the mansion. I had no money or resources, but I was aware of one way to obtain funds.

My bank account, which my father had consistently funded before the accident, along with my mother's, could serve as a means for me to leave without taking anything from this place.

I trembled as I remained in bed throughout the day, feeling unsettled about my actions from the previous night. I might have...