This chapter is dedicated to. Thanks for the golden ticket.
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"You're to take this every morning or evening, whether I'm mad or not. And don't skip your exercise or diet, Penguin. I'll know, and I'll punish you when I get sober."
Those were his words, half growled, half-whispered, but utterly unforgettable. Penny held on to them like they were sacred scripture, even as her legs burned beneath her on the treadmill.
She was sweating like crazy. Her shirt clung to her back and her ponytail had long given up pretending to be neat. But she didn't stop. She wouldn't dare.
Her lips moved without sound. Determination in her eyes. She'll make everyone eat their words after this. She'll make them pay for the humiliation they've caused her.
Across the room, Osvaldo was busy being ridiculous.
"Push. Pull. Push. Pull…" he mumbled, dragging the dumbbells along the floor like a caveman discovering fire.
