From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 164 Fiona, I Know It's You Kelvin's brow was tightly furrowed as he repeatedly confirmed that Penelope was not among the passengers who had disembarked. He instantly floored the gas pedal, chasing after the bus. The roar of his Ferrari's engine echoed through the streets, the vehicle moving at lightning speed.

With a deft turn of the steering wheel, he executed a flawless drift to halt right in front of the bus, forcing the bus driver to slam on the brakes.

That car was way too expensive to collide with. It was worth millions of dollars and certainly not something the bus driver could afford to hit.

Kelvin stepped out of his car with long strides. "Wha... what are you doing?" the driver stammered as Kelvin vaulted in through the window.

Scanning the interior of the bus, Kelvin didn't see Penelope anywhere. He had surely seen her board this very bus. When had she disappeared? "Surveillance," he demanded coldly, staring down at the bus driver. "Pull it up now!" "I don't have access to that," the driver replied, "You have to go to our company to check the cameras..." "Damn!" Kelvin cursed under his breath, leaping back through the window and sliding into his Ferrari.

Was Penelope now playing a gof escape with him? He was determined to see how she managed to slip away right under his nose.

Kelvin sped towards the bus company headquarters while dialing Penelope's phone. No answer. He sent her a voice message, "Penelope, pick up the phone! Textback!" Still, there was no response. Minutes later when he tried again, her phone was turned off.

"Penelope!" Kelvin seethed with frustration. She truly had no regard for him at all! Not answering was one thing, but to turn off her phone and ignore him completely? He rushed into the bus company offices, demanding the manager pull up the surveillance footage. His expression turned sour as he watched Penelope slip off the bus at an earlier stop. This was intentional! Just then, his phone rang, and to his surprise, it was from Penelope.

Kelvin answered immediately, "Where the hell are you?!" "Hello, this is the police station speaking," a middle-aged man's voice cthrough, "Someone found a phone and brought it to us. May I ask your relationship with the owner?" "I'm her husband,." he replied, panic began to set in him.

"All right, you'll need to cdown and pick up the phone," the officer said.

Kelvin asked anxiously, "What about her? Who found it? Where?" A wave of panic swept over Kelvin. How did her phone end up lost, and where had she gone after getting off the bus? What had happened to her? Questions flooded his mind as the evening sky darkened, and night descended.

Penelope's eyelids fluttered and she slowly opened her eyes, feeling dizzy and with a neck pain so intense it felt like it was about to snap. It took her a moment to gather herself.

Sitting up from the ground, she looked around, disoriented. Where was she? Slowly, her memories crept back; she had meant to send a message to Monica when suddenly everything went black.

Gazing around, Penelope realized she was in a dimly lit basement with no windows, the air was thick with a musty odor. The floor was covered with straw, and something small and furry scurried across her foot, a rat! A large one at that. Fortunately, she had becaccustomed to such sights during her tin the mental institution, so she wasn't scared.

Her main concern was who had brought her here.

"Is someone there? Anyone?" she started banging on the walls, "Speak up!" Who had she crossed? Who would kidnap her? Logically, only Fiona could hate her enough for this, but Fiona had been left a bloodied mess and abandoned in a mental hospital, reliant on her warden father. She had no means to do this.

Lost in thought, the ceiling above suddenly opened. "Shut up and stay put!" a gruff male voice commanded, "Keep yelling and I'll cut your tongue out!" "Who are you?" Penelope probed.

"That's none of your business. Just sit tight, and you'll suffer less!" the man said.

Penelope looked up, desperately trying to discern her captor's face.

With a loud 'bang,' the ceiling closed again, plunging the basement into total darkness. Amidst the squeaking rats and scurrying cockroaches, cold and eerie, Penelope couldn't help rubbing her arms for warmth.

She was cold and hungry, with nothing to eat. Conserving energy was crucial until someone cto her rescue. Would that person be Kelvin? It could be because he was quite capable.

Penelope racked her brain but couldn't figure out who would want to kidnap someone as pitiful as herself. With nothing left to offer, what could have possibly made her worth the risk for a kidnapper? She curled up in the corner, clutching her knees to her chest.

"If only I hadn't gotten off the bus..." she muttered to herself before letting out a sigh.

"It doesn't matter, they've got their sights set on me. If they didn't make their move today, they'd find another opportunity soon enough." Tseemed to stretch on endlessly as Penelope continuously pinched her thigh, the sharp pain keeping her alert until her strength began to wane...

Just as she was about to fall unconscious, the sound of footsteps above her head echoed once again. This time, they were accompanied by a woman's voice. A woman?!

Planning your weekend reading? ΟΠΙ Ensure you're on novi L5sfor uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! Penelope perked up her ears, straining to listen-

"Where is she? Make sure you watch her and hold onto her tightly. A om million dollars is at stake. She's crafty, keep an eye out. You've been paid; do the job well!" the woman's voice said. A man's voice mockingly added, "The dlooks good; how about we have a little fun with her first?" "Patience! You'll have your chance at fun in due time," the woman replied.

Penelope felt a chill run down her spine. But that voice... it sounded familiar...

"Fiona!" she suddenly shouted, "Fiona, it's you! I know it's you!" Her voice reverberated throughout the basement.

Unsure if Fiona had heard her, Penelope grabbed a stone from the O ground and began to bang it against the wall. Fiona, stop hiding! You kidnapand now you're too scared to face me?" Finally, in response to her persistent shouting, the ceiling hatch swung open once more. Fiona's face appeared above her, looking downright sinister and chilling to the bone.

"Smarter than I gave you credit for," Fiona said with a sneer, "Yes, it's me. Bet you never thought you'd end up in my hands, did you, Penelope?" Penelope took a step back in fear. Fiona's face was a web of scars-dense and convoluted. One particularly long scar wound its way from her forehead to her chin.

"Scared?" Fiona taunted. "Penelope, I have you to thank for this appearance!" "But you were only whipped... Why is your face" It didn't make sense to Penelope how Fiona's face had becso grotesquely disfigured.