From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 121 Penelope, My Love Jealousy had seized every rational thought in Kelvin's mind. His envy was directed towards her youthful days spent with Nathan, their engagement, and the flourishing romance that had ensued. But what he loathed most was the fact that, despite Nathan being overseas, her heart was still filled with thoughts of him.

Penelope hesitated for a moment before admitting, "I... I did dream about him." "Do you miss him?" Kelvin asked.

"Not..." she began, but before she could finish, Kelvin's hand was already encircling her neck.

In that moment, he had transformed. The gentle Kelvin, who had existed while she was asleep, seemed to have vanished entirely.

"Penelope, do you understand the extent to which you've debased yourself?" Kelvin spat out each word with venom, "Do you think Nathan would ever reconcile with you? He's an heir of the Smith family, and what are you?" "You're nothing but trash!" He declared, his words striking her like a slap.

Her face paled, "Kelvin, by what authority do you insultso?" "Am I wrong?" Kelvin retorted, "You insist the child isn't Nathan's, fine, I believe you. But you can't even nthe father! What good are you, a woman who sleeps around so casually and gets pregnant?" Trash. That was how he had described her.

Penelope let out a bitter laugh, "Yes, I am that filthy woman, utterly unworthy of staying by your side. Kelvin, divorcenow!" The word "divorce" struck Kelvin like a bolt of lightning.

"Do you think you have the right to demand a divorce from me?" His grip tightened, forcing her to meet his gaze, "Penelope, I'm the one who decides on a divorce. You just wait for my call!" "Can't handle being rejected by me, is that it?" "Penelope!" Kelvin's roar echoed throughout the room.

"I'm right, and that's why it angers you," Penelope looked him in the eye, "You're used to women throwing themselves at you, showering you with attention... but I'm different. With me, you find no sense of accomplishment, only frustration." She had hit a nerve.

Women who desired Kelvin were a da dozen. Socialites, heiresses, celebrities, any of them would jump at the chance to marry into the Davis family, to climb the social ladder. But Penelope was different. She didn't care about his status or wealth.

Despite being his wife, she didn't feel secure as Mrs. Davis. She was the underdog, an ant in Kelvin's hands, easily crushed, yet she refused to be tamed. This ignited a burning desire in him to conquer her.

Kelvin yearned to see Penelope smitten with him, unable to live without him. But she was indifferent, her heart solely devoted to the child growing inside her. Even though Penelope had hit a nerve, Kelvin would never admit it.

"Don't flatter yourself, Penelope," Kelvin scoffed, his voice icy with contempt. "Remember, you are the daughter of the man who killed my father. For you... I only harbor hatred, only the desire to see you suffer!" Penelope gasped for air, her hand clutching Kelvin's wrist. "Are you going to divorceor not?" "Don't mention that word again!" "Kelvin... can't you bear the thought of divorcing me?" As soon as the words left her mouth, Kelvin's grip on her neck tightened mercilessly.

Penelope couldn't utter a sound. His eyes were bloodshot, a testament to his inner turmoil. His emotions for the woman before him were a tormenting mix of love and hate. But how could he continue to love her in such a state? Tears streamed uncontrollably down Penelope's cheeks. She neither begged for mercy nor tried to fight back. Her gaze was serene and undisturbed as she looked at Kelvin. It was as if she was prepared to die by his hands and find peace in it.

Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on novi L5sfor uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! Kelvin's hand began to tremble. "...I gave you chances, Penelope, again and again. You squandered them. Fine, just fine, then don't blme for being ruthless from now on!" He abruptly let go.

Penelope coughed twice, finally catching her breath. "What more cruelty can you show me? Kelvin, you've destroyed my life, everything I had!" "It was your father who took mine first!" "My dad, he..." Penelope started to retort, but fearing she would provoke him further, she swallowed her words, "Even so, what's my fault? I didn't kill your father!" "You must pay for his sins!" Kelvin declared.

Penelope bit her lip hard. One day, she would find the evidence to clear her father's name, to prove that Kelvin was wrong in all his actions. He was the one who owed her, he who should be seeking redemption. She was waiting, biding her tfor that day to come.

"So, you're defiant, huh?" Kelvin asked, "You still believe your father was innocent?" Penelope turned her face away. "It's late." That was her subtle way of showing him the door.

Kelvin glared at her with a chilling gaze. "Penelope, whether it's Nathan or Brandon, don't even dream of it. You're mine for life!" "Have you fallen for me, Kelvin?" she asked, a teasing smile dancing on her lips. "You keep postponing the divorce, insisting I stay... are you in love with your enemy's daughter?" Penelope's slender fingers poked at his chest.

Kelvin's brows furrowed deeply.

"What's the matter," her smile growing brighter, "you can't admit it?" Kelvin suddenly cracked a smile too, his lips curving upwards. He leaned in slowly, their lips almost touching. "Yes, Penelope," Kelvin said, his voice steady with confidence. "I love you. Why wouldn't I admit it?" Penelope was stunned into silence. Moments before, she had been the one in control, convinced she had Kelvin's innermost feelings wrestled into submission. But now... he had admitted it?

She didn't know how to respond. She had underestimated him. This was Kelvin after all. A man with a man with a om towering intellect, when it cto emotions, he might have been inexperienced, but that didn't mean she could mold him at will. He was too sharp, always ready to turn the tables! "Penelope, you're about to find out just how... deeply I can love you," he declared. His last words hung heavily in the air.

A chill of foreboding crept up Penelope's spine.

"Kelvin!" she blurted out, unable to contain her apprehension. "What are you planning!" "You'll see soon enough." She reached out, desperate to grasp him, but he evaded her with ease.

"No, Kelvin," the sense of impending doom held Penelope captive, her intuition screaming at her that Kelvin was ve about to do something outrageously unpredictable, "I didn't say anything... Just pretend it was all sleep talk!" She never should have provoked him. This was Kelvin - egocentric, callous, and unforgiving! Kelvin merely gave her a glance before striding toward the door without a moment's hesitation.

"Kelvin!" Penelope called out, hopping out of bed to stop him, her voice raw with emotion. "You've never om understoo@love, you've never truly loved anyone. How can you love me? Your not harmingwould be the greatest love of all!"