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Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 119

Summary for Chapter 119: Revenge is My Love Language

What Happens in Chapter 119 – From the Book Revenge is My Love Language

Dive into Chapter 119, a pivotal chapter in Revenge is My Love Language, written by Arlene Zade. This section features emotional turning points, key character decisions, and the kind of storytelling that defines great Romance fiction.

“As for all those luxury goods in the villa—ha! Every last one of them was bought with my family’s blood, wasn’t it? I’ll have someone come and haul away the second-hand junk. Whatever they fetch will count as partial repayment. Frankly, I’m being far too lenient with them as it is!”

Eight million dollars!

Elder Mrs. Sinclair felt like her head was about to explode.

It was as if a mountain had crashed down on her. She collapsed to the floor and flew into another one of her hysterical fits.

“Money? I have none! All I have left is my life! If you want that eight million, you’ll have to step right over my corpse!”

Anastasia shot her a cold, indifferent glance, utterly unmoved. She turned to Nora instead. “Today’s the last day of your three-day deadline. If I don’t see that eight million by tonight…” She let out a soft, chilling laugh.

“I’ll just have to send my husband to collect it for me.”

Nora and her daughter both blanched. They knew exactly who her husband was.

Anastasia gave a dismissive snort and got to her feet. “Let’s go. We’re leaving.”

Of the eight bodyguards she’d brought, she left half behind—some to handle the pile of used goods, and some to keep the Sinclairs in check, just in case they tried sneaking back in.

Then she swept out, head held high.

Anastasia knew perfectly well the Sinclairs would never be able to scrape together eight million. But didn’t Julian still have a company in his name?

If they sold everything—even that company—they’d have the money, wouldn’t they?

A frosty determination flashed in Anastasia’s eyes.

That’s right. She wanted the Sinclairs left with nothing.

Everything they’d ever taken from her mother, from her—she would make them pay back in full.

“Stop by the nearest flower shop,” she instructed in the car.

She hadn’t brought her husband with her today. Maybe it was understandable, but he still deserved a little gesture.

Just thinking about Harrison made her spirits lift, the corners of her lips softly curving upward.

She spent ten minutes in the flower shop and came out holding a single rose.

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