Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 217

That little witch—she’s finished this time!

Penelope caught the look on her mother’s face. “Mom, is it about Anastasia…?”

Nora nodded, her voice low and tense. She glanced at her daughter, who had lost weight over the past few days and hadn’t dared to look at her phone. A mix of pain and anger flickered across Nora’s features as she leaned in to whisper what had happened to Anastasia.

A spark of vicious delight lit up Penelope’s eyes—the first light they’d shown in days. The thought of Anastasia being tormented by Mr. Harrison Lancaster, possibly wishing she were dead, filled her with a giddy sense of satisfaction.

While mother and daughter quietly reveled in their triumph, a sudden, violent crash shattered the moment. The front door of the Sterling home flew open, kicked in by force, and a group of intimidating men in black stormed inside.

They were bodyguards, radiating a cold, menacing energy. Without a word, they marched straight for Nora.

“Who are you people? What do you think you’re doing? Do you know whose—mmph!!”

Before Nora could finish, one of the guards shoved something into her mouth, muffling her screams as they dragged her away.

Penelope was frozen for a split second, then panic set in. She chased after them, shouting, “Who are you? Let go of my mother!”

Just then, Gabriel returned home.

Penelope spotted him and clung to hope. “Dad, help! They’re kidnapping Mom!”

Gabriel’s expression darkened. “Who sent you? You’ve got some nerve barging into my house!”

The lead bodyguard barely spared him a glance. He hadn’t planned to explain, but considering Gabriel was, after all, their lady’s father, he said coolly, “We have a few questions for your wife. If you’ve got a problem, take it up with the folks at Rosewood Manor.”

At the mention of Rosewood Manor, Gabriel’s face drained of color.

These men… they were Mr. Harrison Lancaster’s people?

Her eyes narrowed as she glanced at the barely conscious woman. When the truth came out, death would be the least of Nora’s worries.

Logan, the ever-dutiful assistant, looked to Harrison. “What should we do with her, sir? Shall we send her back?”

Anastasia rose gracefully, a faint, pretty smile curving her lips. “I’ll do it. After all, she is my stepmother—she used to care for me, in her own way.”

She lowered her gaze, locking eyes with the woman on the floor.

Nora felt a bone-deep chill. Anastasia was smiling, but for the first time, Nora understood—this was no longer the foolish girl she could push around.

Logan glanced at Harrison for confirmation.

Harrison’s eyes softened as he looked at Anastasia. “Go ahead,” he said, granting permission.