Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 286

Suddenly, a sharp knock rattled the dorm room door—it was the dorm supervisor.

“Is Anastasia here? Your family’s downstairs. They want you to come down, now!”

“Anastasia, are you going?” Maggie called out, glancing at her anxiously.

Both Maggie and Sandra crowded onto the balcony, peering over the railing. It was obvious to them: Anastasia must have had another fight with her husband.

Anastasia picked up her phone and saw several missed calls. She glanced out the window and saw him waiting below. The moment she unlocked her screen, a new message arrived—short and commanding.

**Come down.**

“No way!” Anastasia muttered furiously, locking her phone and tossing it aside.

“You’re really not going?” Maggie asked, worry in her voice.

Sandra echoed her concern. “Aren’t you afraid you’ll make him even angrier?”

Anastasia’s husband was notoriously intimidating; defying him might be risky. But Anastasia was resolute. She stormed back to her bed, yanked the covers over her head, and made it perfectly clear she wanted nothing to do with him.

But Harrison was not the type to give up easily.

He’d already given her a chance. Seeing her ignore it, he stepped out of the car himself.

A crowd had gathered outside the dorm, and the second he appeared, whispers turned to shrieks.

“Oh my god! That’s him!”

“Isn’t that the guy from the Founder’s Day celebration?”

After the university’s big event, there was hardly a soul on campus who didn’t know Harrison. Half the girls had his photo as their phone wallpaper—he was the archetype of every campus crush: powerful, wealthy, and devastatingly handsome.

No one really knew who he was—he kept his identity tightly under wraps—but that only added to the mystique.

“He’s here for Anastasia, right?”

“Ana, you have thirty seconds,” he said, his tone brooking no argument.

The threat was unmistakable: open the door, or he’d find his own way in.

Fury flashed in Anastasia’s eyes. “I’m not—!”

Before she could finish, there was a deafening crash—the door burst open, kicked clean off its hinges.

Harrison stood in the doorway, his face thunderous, eyes locked on her with a chilling intensity.

“Come here,” he ordered, voice low and uncompromising.

Maggie and Sandra froze in place, and Anastasia fell silent, stunned. She’d never seen Harrison like this—his eyes were wild, bloodshot, burning with a barely restrained madness.

He held out his hand. “Come here. We’re going home.”

“I’m not—” Anastasia began, but before she could get another word out, he crossed the room in two strides and swept her up into his arms, crushing her against his chest.