From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 167 Beg"Do you really expectto believe that? I know you too well. Always thorough, always striving for perfection... and Penelope, she's the apple of your eye. You'd be terrified at the mere thought of a scratch on her, let alone anything more serious. You must have everything calculated!" Fiona sneered, Kelvin's eyes bore into hers, "Penelope is in your hands, I can't make a wrong move. I calone to show you that I'm here to negotiate." "There's nothing to negotiate!" Fiona stated.

"I can give you anything you want, anything," Kelvin insisted, his gaze fixed on her, "as long as it's within my power!" "Really? Anything?" Fiona asked, mockingly.

"Yes!" Kelvin insisted.

"With the way you echo each other, you and Penelope really are two peas in a pod!" Fiona sneered.

Penelope looked at Kelvin, his face even more stern than usual, but upon closer inspection, there was a flicker of panic in his expression.

He was afraid that Penelope would get hurt, afraid that she might leave him forever... It was something he couldn't bear to imagine. So, he was prepared to do whatever it took to save her... even if it meant sacrificing his own life.

"Talk to me," Kelvin said firmly, "Just let Penelope go, Fiona, and we can work everything else out." "If I let her go, then I lose my leverage!" Fiona was frantic, her hand shaking, causing the knife to dance dangerously close to Penelope's neck, deepening the cut.

Blood kept flowing. The vivid red stung Kelvin's eyes.

"You can cat me," Kelvin offered, "You can put that knife against my neck... but please, please let Penelope go." Fiona burst into mocking laughter, "What was that you said?" "Please, I'm begging you, let her go," he repeated.

"I must be hearing things. The almighty Mr. Davis is actually begging me! Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Penelope, did you hear that? Your proud Kelvin is beggingfor you!" Fiona said sarcastically.

Penelope felt a whirlwind of emotions. The pain in her neck seemed less significant now; it was her heart that was truly aching.

Perhaps she was destined to be forever separated from Kelvin, never to see him again.

"Enough!" Fiona screeched, "No more sweet nothings. Kelvin, have you seen what I've done to my own face with a knife? Now... I want Penelope's face to look the same!" She raised the knife high and slashed toward Penelope's face.

"No!" Kelvin shouted.

A scream tore through the air.

Kelvin could almost hear the sound of skin tearing. A sharp pain seized his heart, almost leaving him breathless. Penelope turned her face away, a long, crimson gash stretching across her cheek, nearly two inches long. "How does that feel? Touching, isn't it? Kelvin, this is just the beginning, the first cut... there will be a second, a third, countless more!" Fiona's deranged voice filled the air.

Kelvin clenched his fists, his whole body was trembling with rage and fear.

He would have taken that knife to his own face in a heartbeat to spare her. Penelope gasped, a shard of cold cutting through her as blood spattered onto her eyelashes, tinting her vision with streaks of red before it slowly cleared.

She heard Kelvin plead, "Fiona, stop, please... Let's talk this through!" "Oh, really?" cFiona's retort. "Showyou mean it, then I might consider." "What do you wantto do for sincerity?" Kelvin asked, frantically.

Fiona enunciated threateningly, "Beg me. On your knees!" To beg was nothing, although for Kelvin, saying the word 'please' was nearly impossible under normal circumstances, let alone beg. But these weren't normal times. Desperate times called for desperate measures. He could no longer concern himself with pride.

"Fine," Kelvin said firmly, "I'll kneel. I beg you, don't hurt her anymore..." He couldn't bear another slash across Penelope's face.

This moment exposed a vulnerability in Kelvin that had never been seen before. To save Penelope, he cast aside his dignity, his pride, the saying 'a man's knees are worth more than gold.' All that didn't matter compared to her safety.

"No, no," Penelope murmured, her voice laced with disbelief, "Kelvin, you... how can you kneel to her?" Kelvin was the most powerful man in LA. And yet now, here he was, ready to kneel for her sake...

"Ha, he doesn't have to kneel," Fiona sneered, "We could always slash your pretty face again!" Penelope shook her head frantically at Kelvin, "Don't do it. Even if you kneel, she won't spare me... You're smart, how can you not see that!" "I know." Kelvin replied, his voice weighted with resolve. "But I can't just stand here, helpless, watching you get hurt." His once unbending knees began to bend.

A twisted smile spread across Fiona's face, she was savoring the moment. The man she used to crave attention from was now about to grovel at her feet.

"Kelvin..." Penelope shut her eyes, refusing to witness his humiliation.

A soft thud barely reached her ears... Kelvin's knees must have hit the floor.

"You truly love Penelope," Fiona mocked. "Coming here alone to save her, no bodyguards at your side, and now kneeling... What else would you do for her, Kelvin?" "Anything," he replied fiercely, "just let her go." "She dies with me! Together!" Fiona maniacally exclaimed.

Kelvin stared her down, "Calm down, Fiona. Don't wave that knife around!" Each movement threatened to deepen Penelope's wounds. Her neck and cheek were already a gory canvas...

It wasn't just the pain in her skin; it was the agony in his heart. Fiona's voice rose in frustration 'Why do you never glance my way? Yes, you slept with Penelope that night, but my feelings for you are just as strong! Why can't you like me?

"Even... when you didn't know it wasin her place, you married her, you fell for her Now that you know, your love for her has only deepened... "Why! Why does Penelope get your love over and over again? Kelvin, you fell for her twice! Twice!" Penelope's heart was tumultuous with this revelation.

Yes, Kelvin had fallen for her before he knew she was the woman that night. After he found out... Kelvin loved her even more.

The problem was, between them, there was both love and hate. The weight of love and hate was equal.

"Yes, I love her," Kelvin confirmed. "Fiona, direct your anger at me, let her go."

"How can I take it out on you? You're I always protected by bodyguards; can't even get close to you, so I can only target Penelope!" Fiona sneered coldly. "Besides, hurting Penelope is what causes you the most pain!" Kelvin's voice was heard, steady, and resolved, "I am willing... to exchange my life for hers."