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Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 371

As dinner time approached, Anastasia emerged from her room freshly showered and dressed, descending the stairs with Harrison at her side.

Marcus was already waiting in the dining room. The moment she stepped in, she felt his gaze fix on her—intense, almost distracted. Something about him seemed... off.

Anastasia hesitated, alert. “Marcus, are you alright?”

He opened his mouth, words on the tip of his tongue, but glanced at Harrison and swallowed them back. “...It’s nothing.”

The truth was, Marcus had spent the afternoon online, digging into that photograph...

But since he insisted he was fine, Anastasia let it go.

Meanwhile, across town at the Sterling household, chaos reigned.

“Penelope was on her knees, begging! What more do you want? She’s your daughter too—how can you be so heartless?” Nora’s voice cracked with anger and desperation.

Gabriel’s reply was ice-cold. “And you think kneeling fixes everything? Didn’t you hear Anastasia say she won’t forgive her? I don’t care what Penelope does—she needs to earn their forgiveness, that’s all that matters to me!”

The fight between Nora and Gabriel echoed through the grand house. On the sofa, Penelope sat clutching her swollen cheek, her face ashen as she listened to the father who’d once doted on her speak in that frigid tone.

She understood, in that moment—she was finished. Gabriel was ready to cast her aside without hesitation.

Was this really the end? Was she supposed to accept her fate so easily?

Just as despair threatened to swallow her whole, her phone buzzed with a message.

[Benson Brennan: Penelope, I’m back. Coming to pick me up?]

Penelope’s grip tightened around her phone. A flicker of hope lit up her eyes.

No, it wasn’t over yet. She still had one card left to play.

If she forced herself into their lives now, she’d only end up hurting herself.

“Oh, alright...” Juliet sounded disappointed.

After that call, Anastasia’s mood took a downturn. She threw herself into other tasks, determined to keep busy and hide her feelings from Harrison, not wanting to give him anything to worry about.

But later that night, her phone rang again—this time from an unknown number.

A man’s voice, cool and clear, echoed in her ear. It had been so long, yet she recognized it instantly. He rattled off an address, then barked, “Come. Now.”

Before she could reply, the call ended.

Anastasia stood frozen, the phone still pressed to her ear long after the line went dead. Even though it had been a lifetime since she’d last seen him, she’d never forget that voice.

Benson. Her cousin was back.

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