From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 129 Becoming Enemies

"He must have been a man you loved deeply," he began, "the father of your child.

That's why you're so invested. You had dreams of bearing his children, maintaining that connection, and perhaps even sharing a home one day, isn't that so?"

"Yes!"

"Say it once more!"

"Yes, yes!"

Penelope was prepared to gamble everything. After all, he would never accept the truth, so she might as well indulge his narrative and provoke him further!

"The father of my child pledged to wed me, and I am waiting for him," Penelope declared, "He's a gentle soul, thoughtful, and he promised me a future! He surpasses you a thousandfold, no, a millionfold!"

A vein pulsed ominously on Kelvin's forehead.

"You're deliberately trying to provoke me, aren't you, Penelope? Your words could be the death of me!"

She scoffed, a derisive smile playing at the corners of her mouth, "You can't even handle a few words..."

What about her? She had lost a life, a tiny, vibrant life.

Penelope's hands trembled violently as they slowly moved to her now flat belly.

It had been flat before, but back then, she knew that there was a life growing inside her.

Now...

Nothing. Everything was lost.

The child had been her reason to exist, and Kelvin had snuffed out that light with his own hands.

As of late, the only thing Penelope clung to was the memory of her parents. But they were aging... and eventually, they too would depart from her world. When that day arrived, she would be utterly alone, with no ties, and no one to anchor her.

Standing by her bedside, casting a looming shadow over her, Kelvin asked, "Penelope, aîer you certanir you warntitrupposerine??" often untregar creed, him, lern, larred, rhythméanly stroking her belly as if the child was still there.

"You have two choices," Kelvin broke the silence, "and I suggest you choose the easier path."

"What choices?"

husband and wife. Second, resist and

person would know

husband and wife"-those words symbolized wealth and status, all the privileges that came with being Mrs. Davis. But Penelope couldn't do it. She couldn't suppress her loathing and pretend as if nothing had transpired-remain docilely by Kelvin's side, his trapped songbird, his possession.

choose the second option?" her eyes met his. "What if I reject your well- paved road, choosing instead the

not seeing

defiantly. "I've made countless compromises, just to give birth to our child, just to let that child live even if I never got to see him... but you had to extinguish every last glimmer

the only way for

I am me, you are you there's no

rejected before. His hands at his sides clenched and unclenched in a

to sit upright in her sterile hospital bed, Penelope's blanket slid off, revealing her pale hospital gown. The stark white of the fabric only served to highlight her ghostly

in the sterile room. "Kelvin, you're so selfish. You always

follow your orders. We

grief of losing a child, the anguish of witnessing her parents' torment, the guilt of her own perceived helplessness... These emotions were entwined around Penelope, driving her to the brink of a complete breakdown and a loss of

fit of rage. With a

alarming the bodyguard stationed outside. Thinking something was amiss, he burst into the room with a swift kick, "Mr.

eyes bloodshot, hands bracing

from the back of her hand. In a fit of frustration, she yanked it out and sent the IV stand toppling

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momentarily frozen: "Mr. Davis... Mrs.

was a mask of stony rage as he silently watched

you!" Penelope burst

your side as if nothing's happened... How could I? Do you think I'm

her quietly,

"Not even close!"

"Alright, then carry on."

are you so calm?

Kelvin affirmed, then barked sharply at the

"No matter what you hear, don't come in. And no one else is allowed

no other choice, the bodyguard reluctantly

reached for Penelope's hand and noticed the beads of blood

pull away, but he

death wish?" he asked coldly.

death." "You're not going