Login via

Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 268

Before Anastasia arrived at Rosewood Manor, Alice had always considered herself the manor’s unofficial lady of the house, never missing a chance to lord it over the staff.

Back then, Mary managed the entire estate, and Mr. Harrison Lancaster seemed to indulge Alice’s every whim. Or so it seemed—now, looking back, it was clear Mr. Lancaster had never really cared about Alice at all.

At the time, no one among the staff dared to speak out; they simply humored Alice and played along.

But now, everything had changed. The pair had lost their standing—they were being thrown out of Rosewood Manor.

Who would bother to show them respect now? Freed from their fear, the servants spoke their minds, letting their scorn and mockery fly with abandon.

The barrage of sneers and contemptuous jibes rang in Alice’s ears, making her head throb. She dug her nails so hard into her palms she nearly broke the skin.

But Mary didn’t care about any of this. She wasn’t ready to give up. Outside the main house, she wept and pleaded, begging for the lady of the manor to reconsider.

She kept reminding everyone of her years of loyal service, hoping to tug at the Lady’s heartstrings and win her mercy.

But Lady Edith never appeared—not once. Only Wallis, the house manager, emerged, his voice cold as he relayed the matriarch’s orders.

“Lady Edith says it’s time for you to leave. Mrs. Lancaster is still resting, and you’re not to disturb her.”

With those words, he didn’t even glance at Mary and Alice. Ignoring the crowd of servants gathered to watch the spectacle, he simply signaled to the security staff to escort them out.

“No—no, I don’t believe Lady Edith could be so heartless!” Alice shrieked, struggling against the guards.

“Anastasia still can’t walk today because of what you did. If you’ve made a mistake, you have to accept the consequences.”

“Be good. Go now.”

The security guards moved in. Marcus backed his wheelchair away, clearing the path, and the guards easily restrained Alice, dragging her off despite her frantic resistance.

As Alice was pulled away, Marcus’s handsome face remained gentle and full of pity, yet he made no move to help her, not even sparing a word.

Alice stared, wide-eyed, straining for one last look at the man she’d clung to for hope. Their eyes met; he gave her a careless, almost amused smile, lifted his hand, and waved goodbye—an utterly casual gesture, as if wishing her well on a pleasant journey.

A chill crept up Alice’s spine, settling cold and heavy in her heart.

Reading History

No history.

Comments

The readers' comments on the novel: Revenge is My Love Language