From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 122 The Devil's Romance Kelvin, with a force unchecked, pushed Penelope aside. She stumbled backward, her footing lost, and she fell to the cold floor. The door slammed shut with a resounding echo, leaving Penelope alone. Kelvin was gone.

His expression of love was nothing short of sinister. Penelope's heart plummeted into an abyss as her fists clenched in silent defiance.

Night fell, and Kelvin walked beneath the cloak of darkness, an aura of menace clinging to him. Penelope was right again. He was a man who didn't understand love, a man who had never truly loved anyone. Once, he thought he loved Fiona, but now he realized he felt nothing for her.

However, his feelings for Penelope had deepened, slowly but surely, day by day. Kelvin had attempted to ease the tension between them, but his efforts were in vain. He was learning, he was yielding, but Penelope showed no appreciation. So, he decided to begin this affair in his own way - a devil's romance.

Kelvin adjusted his tie, a cruel, bloodthirsty smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. When he decided to truly start something with Penelope, he would stop at nothing to make her entirely dependent on him.

The following day, the sun rose slowly into the sky. Kelvin, with a cool and detached voice, commanded, "Go, bring Penelope here." "Right away, Mr. Davis," cthe obedient reply.

Sleep eluded Penelope, her mind plagued by the previous night's panic. She wasn't afraid of Kelvin's wrath; what truly terrified her was his sudden display of affection. His love was more overwhelming than his hatred! With unease churning within her, Penelope entered the dining room, "Did you want to see me?" Kelvin, sipping his coffee with poised elegance, said, "Sit." "I was just heading to the diner next to the office..." "I won't ask twice." This Kelvin reminded her of the man she first met - distant, aloof, and composed. Penelope reluctantly took a seat. The breakfast spread was lavish, the table laden with dishes, yet her appetite was nonexistent, and she ate with trepidation.

"I'm full," she said, setting down her fork.

Kelvin glanced over, "That's all you're having?" "Yes, my appetite isn't great in the mornings." "Keep eating." Ignoring her protests, he began serving her, "You won't leave until you're done." Penelope wanted to refuse, but one look at his expression and she silently picked up her fork again. She knew better than to confront him directly. It wouldn't end well.

"Don't work late these coming days," he added, "Focus on recuperating." His words were laced with concern, yet they sent a chill through Penelope.

"I'm recovering well enough," she replied, "I can work normally." Kelvin simply curved his lips in a faint, inscrutable smile. The food in Penelope's mouth grew leaden and hard to swallow. She had a premonition... something was about to unfold.

Just then, the butler hurried in, "Mr. Davis, I don't know what to do, Mrs. Wright is here at the gates-kneeling and crying, insisting on seeing you." "Idiot! You can't even keep one woman in check, and she ends up here at The King Estate?" Head bowed, the butler replied, "I'll discipline the guards for their negligence." "Tell her to leave," Kelvin ordered, a dark scowl on his face, "I don't want to see her right now!" "Yes, sir." Penelope's grip tightened around her fork. Kelvin, who once doted on Fiona, was now cold as ice towards her! When she had managed to finish the food he served her, thinking she could finally sneak away, Kelvin spoke, Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on nov L5sfor uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! "Take my car." "..." "Try saying no." With no real choice, Penelope obediently got into his car. As they drove away from the King Estate, she caught a glimpse of Fiona's figure outside. She was pinned to the ground by two bodyguards, her mouth sealed shut with duct tape, eyes eagerly and excitedly fixed on the direction of the approaching vehicle.

She hadn't left, scheming every possible way to get a chance to see Kelvin. And Kelvin? He was absorbed in the documents he was reading, utterly indifferent to the chaos around him. Cool and composed.

Suddenly, the driver slammed on the gas pedal, and Penelope lurched forward uncontrollably. A hand reached out, pressing against her forehead, to keep her from hitting the seatback.

"What's going on?" Kelvin asked, his tone dripping with annoyance.

"Mr. Davis, someone's trying to stop the car. We would have crashed if I didn't," the driver explained. The patriarch, arms spread wide, was blocking the car's path, his body nearly pressing against the hood. Talk about a death wish! But then again, both he and Fiona were banking on Kelvin to skyrocket their careers. Now that their plan was falling apart, they surely would do everything to salvage their losses... What was a little car accident to them? Especially since the driver wouldn't dare hit him.

"Mr. Davis, please, give Fiona a chance to explain..." The patriarch knelt in front of the car. "It was all my doing; she was just following my orders. Don't blher!" "Mr. Davis!" Fiona, too, had fought free and ran over, kneeling beside the patriarch.

Kelvin rubbed his temples and stepped out of the car with a long stride.

"Mr. Davis!" The patriarch immediately cried out, "I've told Fiona it's my fault, my own vanity caused all this. From now on, I'm cutting ties with her, keeping away. She'll stay quietly and obediently by your side!" Kelvin snorted. Father and daughter had cup with this plan overnight. Push all the blonto the patriarch and sacrifice him to save Fiona. Old saying's true: a penny saved is a pen earned.

Kelvin's face was expressionless: "Keep her by my side... to continue plotting against me?" "No, I won't, I promise!" Fiona blurted out, "I am yours, Mr. Davis, body and soul. Without you, I have nothing..." The pity plays again. She knew her role that night weighed heavily on Kelvin's heart. But...

Penelope got out of the car.

"Painting yourself as the victim, huh," Penelope said as she approached Fiona. "You had everything and e needed to bide your time. Kelvin would have given you the world bhly eventually. But your greed and haste ruined it all." "Penelope, shut up! This is all your fault!" Fiona still couldn't fathom how Penelope knew about her fake pregnancy. Where did she get her information? "Me, hurt you? I haven't even started on how you've wronged me," Penelope retorted. "You've dug your own grave!" Fiona glared at her with venom. "Just you wait!" "I'm waiting," Penelope chuckled, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. "This is only the beginning."

She casually glanced at Fiona's ring finger. Ah, the ring was still there. She needed that wedding band too m uncover more crucial information. Like the identity of the child's father! Penelope refused to believe that Fiona wouldn't confide in the patriarch about such matters.