Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 114

Over time, she almost managed to convince even herself—she was starting to believe she truly was the daughter of some powerful, old-money family.

“Tell me, what do you think your friends would say if they found out this house is just a temporary place your family’s squatting in? That your folks shamelessly moved in, refused to leave for over a decade, and now are trying to claim it as their own? Would they still want to hang out with you, or would they just call your family a bunch of freeloaders?”

Delia’s face drained of color.

“You little brat, stop spouting nonsense!” Elder Mrs. Sinclair planted her hands on her hips and jabbed a finger at Anastasia, nearly hopping with outrage. “This house is ours! If you’re so sure it’s yours, show me the proof!”

Anastasia let out a cold, mocking laugh. “Proof? Please. Do I even need that?”

She glided over to the sofa, sat down with deliberate calm, and waved a hand. Her voice cut through the room, crisp and merciless.

“Do it. Throw them out—all of them.”

Hadn’t they just said, “What, you think you can throw us out?” Well, now she’d show them exactly what she could do.

Eight bodyguards moved at once.

“—Anastasia! How dare you?!” The Sinclairs shrieked, stunned and wild-eyed.

When the bodyguards started hauling them up like unruly children, only then did the Sinclairs realize Anastasia was dead serious.

“I’m telling Aunt Nora about this!” Delia shrieked, kicking and squirming.

Julian’s bravado crumbled; his voice cracked with panic. “My sister is your mother! I’m your uncle! If you treat me like this, your father will never forgive you!”

Anastasia almost burst out laughing. “Uncle? You? Please.”

“As for Nora—she’s got some nerve calling herself my mother. None of you Sinclairs are fit for the part. You’re all ugly as sin, but you sure have a high opinion of yourselves!”

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