Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 382

Anastasia didn’t even acknowledge her, her gaze fixed solely on Benson.

“Cousin, are you really going to get engaged to Penelope? Are you sure you truly know what kind of person she is?”

Before Benson could respond, Penelope’s eyes filled with tears. Her voice trembled as she pleaded, “Anastasia, I know you dislike me, but I’m still your sister, aren’t I? Why can’t you stand to see me happy? Why do you have to keep slandering me in front of Ben, over and over again?”

Nora chimed in with a sigh. “She’s right, Anastasia. I know you and Penelope have had your little disagreements, but that’s all in the past. Penelope has already paid for her mistakes. Why can’t you just let it go?”

Anastasia felt a wave of irritation wash over her.

Here we go again—the same mother and daughter routine. It seemed like the only thing they knew how to do was play the helpless victim, always seeking a man’s sympathy.

She curled her lips into a mocking smile, just opening her mouth to retort when Benson suddenly snapped, “That’s enough, Anastasia!”

He looked at her, his eyes cold and unyielding. “When did my life become your business? What happens between me and Penelope is not yours to judge.”

“If you still can’t accept it, then hear it straight from me: I’m going to get engaged to Penelope. I want no one else. Nothing and no one will change my mind.”

With that, he made his position clear, shutting Anastasia down and reaffirming his commitment to Penelope.

Nora and Penelope exchanged satisfied, triumphant glances before casting a smug look at Anastasia.

Anastasia pressed her lips into a thin line.

“Ben! How can you say that?” Juliet finally burst out, unable to stay silent any longer. She glared at him. “Anastasia’s only looking out for you—Penelope isn’t who you think she is!”

“It’s alright,” Anastasia said, soothing her gently—and even managed a smile. Despite watching Benson and Penelope picking out wedding gowns together, she didn’t seem the least bit anxious.

She cast a cold, thin smile at Nora and Penelope.

Something about Anastasia’s expression sent a shiver of unease down Penelope’s spine.

But she quickly reassured herself. Benson was dead set on marrying her—he’d even go so far as to cut ties with the Brennan family just to be with her. Nothing could possibly go wrong now, so what was there to worry about?

She straightened her back and gave a delicate, saccharine smile. “Anastasia, I know you can’t stand me, but whether you like it or not, you’ll have to start calling me your sister-in-law… Oh, wait, silly me—Ben barely even acknowledges you as family anymore, does he?”

Nora laughed. “Penelope, don’t say things like that! You’ll just rub salt in Anastasia’s wound. You’re about to become Mrs. Brennan—try to act a little more dignified!”