From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 165 We Die Together Fiona gently traced her scars. "Kelvin threwto the wolves. What chance did I have? To make myself repulsive to them, I had to slash my face into a mess so vile it would turn their stomachs." Her expression twisted with vengeance, her eyes almost looking capable of devouring Penelope entirely.

"How did you escape?" Penelope asked.

"Look, that's none of your concern," Fiona retorted, "Penelope, you've ruined everything for me, and I won't let you get off easy!" "How is it my fault that you've dug your own grave?" Penelope shot back.

"It's all because of you!" Fiona was seething to the point of madness. "I know I'm done for. Kelvin won't kill me, but he'll makewish I was dead! So, I'm taking you down with me!" "Ha! Since Kelvin is so fond of you, I'm going to kill you! I'll make him live the rest of his life longing for you, forever losing you! If we both die, he won't have it easy either!" "Just wait, Penelope, I'm about to call Kelvin. He'll cto save you soon enough. Then, right in front of him, I'll take a knife and slash your face, make you uglier than me..." "Then, I'll invite a few guys over to 'take care of you,' while he watches. In the end, I'll die with you... Hahaha, isn't my plan just perfect?" Penelope glared at her, "You've truly gone insane." "Yes! I've lost it! Ever since you exposed my charade, I've gone completely mad! I have nothing left!" Fiona exclaimed.

Penelope didn't bother to argue anymore. Arguing with a cornered, desperate lunatic wasn't worth her time. All she needed to do was protect herself.

Penelope couldn't die, not at Fiona's hands, at least. She had endured two grueling years in the psych ward; she could survive this. Also, survived her early days of marriage to Kelvin.

Now, at a crucial tfor uncovering the truth and rescuing her father, with everything finally moving in a positive direction she couldn't, iust die! The ceiling hatch remained open, letting in streams of light. Fiona paced back and forth, occasionally her voice mingling with men's laughter reached Penelope's ears.

Penelope kept her eyes shut, conserving her energy. But those conversations, and those sounds... they were unbearable.

Upstairs, Fiona sat on a bald man's lap, purposely revealing her shoulder: "Thanks for your help, I'll remember this favor..." The bald man laughed lewdly, "Shabout your face, otherwise it would be more enjoyable." "Stop it," Fiona feigned annoyance.

Seemingly, Fiona had seduced the bald man to help her escape and then capture Penelope.

Half an hour later, the bald man got dressed, "You sure know how to cling, lady. But I've got to go now. The 'stuff' is with you, do whatever you want with it." He was aware Fiona had a death wish and he wanted no part in this mess. Pleasure can be a double-edged sword. After enjoying himself, it was tto leave, to steer clear of this madwoman.

His footsteps faded away.

Fiona sat up and grabbed her cell phone to dial Kelvin's number.

"Ring, ring, ring..." Hearing the sound, Penelope's spirit perked up.

"Hello," cKelvin's deep voice, "Who's this?" Fiona responded in a sweet, flirtatious tone, "It's me, Mr. Davis." "Fiona!" Kelvin yelled in anger.

"Yep, haven't seen you in days. Almost thought you'd forgotten about me. It happens with important people, right?" Fiona sneered.

"It was you who took Penelope!" Kelvin deduced it instantly, his tone sharp. "You've got snerve!" King Manor was in upheaval, with Kelvin dispatching people everywhere to look for Penelope. And of all places, there were no cameras where Penelope had vanished! He was frantic, brainstorming strategies when Fiona's call cthrough.

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! Fiona was supposed to be in agony, wishing for death rather than enduring her suffering. How was she calling him? It had to be her doing! "Well done, Mr. Davis. Smart as always, you guessed right on your first try," Fiona responded, "Yes, Penelope is withnow. Mr. Davis, what do you think I should do with her?" Kelvin's voice turned icy, "Don't you dare!" "Mr. Davis, get one thing straight, it's you who needsnow. Why the tone?" Fiona taunted. "Fiona," Kelvin threatened her, "you don't value your life, but what about your father? Your family?" Her laughter was cold and hollow. "Ha! I'm already considering death; why should I care about them? My father might as well be a vegetable. Better off dead... he'd be free then!" Kelvin's expression hardened into a stern line.

Fiona was ready to burn all bridges, and all consequences be damned. If brute force wouldn't work, perhaps a softer approach, a negotiation, would buy stime.

"What do you want?" Kelvin prodded, "Nyour price. Whatever it is, you'll have it." "I want money. And I want to live," Fiona stated.

Without hesitation, he agreed, "Okay." The priority was to stabilize Fiona's volatile state. Otherwise... Penelope would suffer. That thought was agonizing for him.

The pain inflicted on her was felt in his own heart.

"Ha, save it," Fiona scoffed, her laughter scornful. "Kelvin, lettell you, I want nothing. Not even money. I just want Penelope dead. I want her to joinin death. At least on the journey to the afterlife, I'll have company." 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! With that, she hung up and threw her phone into the water.

Kelvin stared at the phone screen, his eyes blazing with fury.

If Penelope had been taken by anyone else, he'd have been confident about securing her release. No matter how high the ransom would be, he would pay for her safety.

Money, whatever the amount required, and he would also trade his life if that's what it took. But the kidnapper was Fiona, a desperate fugitive wanting nothing! Kelvin's worst fear had materialized. He couldn't afford to panic; Penelope was counting on him for rescue.

"Trace the location of that call immediately," he ordered, "and gather all the bodyguards. Be ready to move out!" "Right away, Mr. Davis!" his men replied.

His expression was grim as he strode purposefully out the door.

Hold on, Penelope... wait for him, no matter what! He'd sacrifice himself if he had to, just so she could live! "Mr. Davis, we've located her," the head of the security team reported, "in a small village in the suburbs!"

"Let's move out. Survey the terrain and set up an ambush ambush Rearby Bel ready for a rescue operation at any moment!" Kelvin commanded. Kelvin jumped into his car, slipped on his Bluetooth headset, and hit the gas, speeding away from The King Manor.

He would save Penelope at all costs! Nothing could happen to her! One by one, cars peeled out of The King Manor's gates.

It was one in the morning, Penelope's stomach growled with hunger, and her feet were shackled in chains, Weeing her movements. severely limiting her movements. The cold had stiffened her face to the point of numbness. She was on the brink of passing out. But she kept telling herself not to sleep. She just couldn't...

With a splash, a bucket of icy water drenched her from head to toe.