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?"

a true husband and wife. Second, resist and despise me, but I assure you, your

would know which to choose without

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

his. "What if I reject your well- paved road, choosing instead the

not seeing

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

way for us

There's no 'us'!" Penelope interrupted him. "Kelvin, I am me,

was a vehement rejection. Kelvin had never been so outrightly rejected before. His hands at his sides clenched and unclenched in a

blanket slid off, revealing her pale hospital gown. The stark white of the fabric only served to highlight her

wanted this," she declared, her voice echoing in the sterile room.

telling you now, I refuse to follow your orders. We are enemies, forever bound by a

the guilt of her own perceived helplessness... These emotions were entwined around

a swift, uncontrolled gesture, she flung a pillow at Kelvin, scattering anything within her reach in a fit of rage. With a sweeping motion, she sent glasses and assorted items from the nightstand

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

teeth were clenched, her eyes bloodshot, hands bracing against

but her sudden movement had dislodged the needle from the back of her hand.

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

mask of stony rage as he silently watched her outburst. Penelope had her pride

loathe you!" Penelope

if nothing's happened... How could I? Do you think I'm like Fiona or some

looked at her quietly,

"Not even close!"

"Alright, then carry on."

glared at him, seething, "Why are you so calm?

barked sharply at the bodyguard, "Get out!" "Mr.

don't come in. And no one

choice,

and noticed the beads of blood on the back of

away, but he gripped her

a death wish?" he asked coldly. "Stopping

"You're not going to