Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 117

“Anastasia!” she called out hurriedly, cutting Anastasia off mid-sentence.

“Oh, Mrs. Sinclair, decided to join us at last?”

Anastasia’s smile was cold as ice. She crossed her legs, reclining in her chair, her gaze fixed on the flustered woman hurrying closer.

Penelope had tagged along as well, her voice brimming with indignation. “Anastasia! My mother’s always treated you well—how could you say such things about her?”

Anastasia rolled her eyes with absolutely no attempt to hide her contempt. “I didn’t realize shamelessness could reach such heights. Today’s really been an education.”

Someone in the room stifled a laugh.

Anastasia lifted her chin, eyes gleaming with challenge. “Tell me, which part of what I said isn’t true? Was it a lie when I said you tried to ruin me, to raise me to be useless? Was it a lie that you stole the shares my mother left me?”

Penelope’s face turned crimson. “No one tried to ruin you! My mother has always been good to you! And those shares—there’s more to it than that—”

“I don’t care about the excuses. I care about the results,” Anastasia cut her off, her tone sharp and unyielding. “Just answer me this: did things turn out the way I said, or not?”

A mocking smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “You call that being good to me? Hilarious! You’re her real daughter. Funny how she never tried to sabotage you, never dressed you up like some circus act so you’d make a fool of yourself in public, huh?”

Penelope was speechless.

All around them, people began shooting Nora subtle, complicated looks.

They’d always heard stories about how difficult Anastasia was. But now, it seemed things weren’t so black and white after all.

“She’s not wrong, you know,” someone muttered under their breath. “The Sinclairs are just taking advantage of a young woman they think they can bully. I used to think she was in the wrong, but honestly, if she doesn’t stand her ground, what’s left for her? Give the whole house away out of meekness? In what world does that make sense?”

“Look at Nora—she’s clearly fine with it. Her family’s squatting here, and you can’t tell me she doesn’t know what’s going on. Instead of calling out her own family, she’s blaming the girl for kicking them out. Shameless, isn’t she?”

“Typical stepmother. Poor kid, growing up without her real mom.”

Nora’s face flushed with anger; she wanted nothing more than to slap the mouths of those gossiping.

She struggled to keep her composure. “Anastasia, you’ve got it all wrong. That’s not what I meant at all. I’ve already found a new place for your uncle and grandmother. They’ve just lived here for so many years, it’s hard to pack everything up quickly. That’s why there’s a delay—”

Anastasia’s voice was icy. “Mrs. Sinclair, please, spare me the excuses. Your mother was just sitting on the floor, wailing about how this house belongs to her—and everyone here heard it. Who are you trying to fool? Everyone knows exactly what your family’s after.”