Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 70

Anastasia left the Sterling estate in surprisingly high spirits.

Nora walked her to the front steps, then let out a long sigh. “Anastasia, you’ve changed so much all of a sudden. I’ve always treated you like my own daughter, and Penelope has always seen you as a sister. But ever since you married into Rosewood Manor, you treat us like strangers—worse, like enemies.”

Your own daughter? A sister?

The words nearly made Anastasia laugh out loud.

She thought back to everything this mother-daughter duo had done in her previous life, a cold, cutting glint flashing through her eyes.

“After Penelope schemed against me like that, how stupid would I have to be to still think of her as my sister?”

She fixed Nora with a gaze that held none of her old trust or dependence—only a chilling, probing distance.

“Mrs. Sinclair, you haven’t done anything you’ll regret, have you?”

Nora’s heart skipped a beat, but she forced a warm smile. “What are you talking about, silly girl? After all these years, you know exactly how I’ve treated you.”

Anastasia’s lips curled in a frosty half-smile. She said nothing more, just turned and walked away.

As the car pulled away, Nora’s gentle expression vanished, replaced by a dark, furious scowl.

That little wretch really has gotten smarter.

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Rosewood Manor.

No sooner had Anastasia stepped out of the car than she spotted Harrison arriving home, his own car pulling up at the curb.

Her eyes lit up. With a lightness in her step, she ran over.

“Darling!”

Harrison had just climbed out of the car. At the sound of her voice, he looked up. “You’re back?”

His deep voice carried a magnetic warmth, and his strikingly handsome features made her heart skip a beat.

There was a dangerous edge in his tone. Anastasia was suddenly reminded—just as in her previous life, even when she’d believed all the rumors about him and kept him at arm’s length, he had never let anyone bully her.

A warmth spread through her chest. She smiled, “Don’t worry, I can handle myself.”

That answer was all the confirmation Harrison needed—someone had tried to hurt her.

His eyes darkened, his voice icy. “You’re my wife now. Rosewood Manor stands behind you. In all of Fairhaven, no one has the right to make you suffer—don’t ever feel like you have to put up with it.”

The way he spoke—arrogant, utterly dismissive of anyone who might stand in their way—was irresistibly charming.

Anastasia felt her breath catch as she looked at him, still so tall and commanding even seated in a wheelchair. Her voice softened. “I know. I won’t let anyone push me around.”

Logan couldn’t help but silently agree, though he secretly rolled his eyes.

The new Mrs. Lancaster didn’t look like the type to suffer in silence. She’d only been mistress of Rosewood Manor for a short time, and just look at what happened to anyone who tried to cross her.

What kind of rose-tinted glasses was Mr. Lancaster wearing, to imagine his wife as some delicate little lamb?