Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 184

The room fell into an abrupt hush.

Penelope’s face had gone pale, her knuckles white as she clenched her hands.

Juliet’s eyes sparkled with admiration as she gazed at her cousin, who stood protectively in front of her.

Of course her cousin was incredible—she never wasted a word, every sentence hitting the mark. Penelope looked like she was about to fall apart!

“I…” Penelope’s voice trembled, cold sweat breaking out in her palm.

“Juliet!” A frantic shout suddenly pierced the tension, shattering the heavy atmosphere.

A young man hurried in, handsome and well-dressed—the kind of person who clearly came from a good family.

“That’s Samuel!” Juliet whispered fiercely, gripping Anastasia’s hand tight. “He’s the one who teamed up with Penelope to spread those filthy rumors about me!”

Fury blazed in Juliet’s eyes as she locked eyes with Samuel. Just seeing him here, side by side with Penelope, made her blood boil.

Anastasia’s gaze turned icy. She patted Juliet’s hand, her voice gentle but firm. “It’s all right. I’m here now.”

Samuel rushed to Penelope, relief flooding his face when he saw she was unharmed.

Penelope, spotting Samuel, lit up as if she’d just been saved. She shot him a tearful, desperate look, as though he were her knight in shining armor.

Samuel’s heart twisted with sympathy, though he quickly tried to hide his reaction. He forced a look of pained disappointment as he turned to Juliet.

“Juliet, I thought you’d learned your lesson, but what are you doing now?”

“If anyone’s at fault, it’s both of us—why are you blaming someone innocent? Penelope’s your cousin, she’s always been so kind to you!”

“I didn’t do anything wrong! We’re not even friends—stop calling me that, it’s disgusting!” Juliet’s whole body shook with anger, her eyes rimmed red.

With Samuel’s speech, Penelope suddenly went from suspect to poor, misunderstood victim in everyone’s eyes.

Anastasia’s lips curled into a cold smile as she stepped straight toward Samuel.

He couldn’t help but be distracted by her striking beauty as she approached, his tone softening. “Hey, listen—”

He didn’t even finish before Anastasia raised her foot and kicked him square in the chest.

Samuel crashed to the floor with a startled yelp.

Before he could scramble up, Anastasia’s shoe pinned his face to the ground.

She towered over him, her breathtaking features twisted into a chilly, mocking smile.

“Weren’t you just full of stories a moment ago?” she said, her voice icy. “Go on—keep talking.”