I went into this hoping for a strong-willed heroine who wouldn’t easily fall for the brooding, emotionally unavailable type. But Penelope? I just kept shaking my head while reading this book because I honestly couldn’t believe her lol. What do you mean you were Still writing letters to Michael after a decade of silence? Girl, where’s your self-respect?

Michael, now the Marquess of Bourne, returns not with an apology but with a plan to reclaim his estate by compromising Penelope into marriage. And she just… accepts it? I was waiting for some serious groveling, but it felt like she handed him her heart on a silver platter without making him work for it.

I wanted more fire from Penelope, more resistance, more demand for genuine remorse. Instead, it felt like she was swept away by nostalgia and old feelings, forgetting the years of silence and betrayal. It doesn’t help that Michael’s transformation felt too little, too late.

I expected better tbh