Chapter 13 – Highlight Chapter from Revenge is My Love Language
Chapter 13 is a standout chapter in Revenge is My Love Language by Arlene Zade, where the pace intensifies and character dynamics evolve. Rich in drama and tension, this part of the story grips readers and pushes the Romance narrative into new territory.
Ms. Penelope Sterling’s timing really was a little too convenient, wasn’t it?
The weight of everyone’s stare made Penelope itch with discomfort.
She silently cursed Anastasia for putting her in this position, but forced a brittle smile and did her best to explain, “It was when Juliet visited—my cousin, you know—she wanted to see it, so I went into your room and took it out for her. Then I forgot to put it back… and, well, time just slipped away, I guess.”
Juliet was Anastasia’s uncle’s daughter, a distant enough relation to make the excuse plausible.
“Oh, is that so?” Anastasia’s smile was frosty. “Well, Penelope, I’d appreciate it if you returned my things now. And by the way, that’s my mother’s keepsake. It’s valuable, and next time, please don’t touch it without asking. Otherwise, someone might get the wrong idea and think you were trying to steal it.”
Penelope’s smile froze on her lips. She clenched her jaw. “...Fine. I’ll go look for it.”
It didn’t take long to find. She handed Anastasia a small locked box—the journal was inside.
Anastasia could tell at a glance: Penelope had stolen it, but all this time, she hadn’t managed to crack the code.
She took the box, turned on her heel, and went back to her room to pack.
Anything that had belonged to her mother, anything she considered important, she carefully gathered together, filling an entire suitcase by the time she was done.
Nora appeared in the doorway, her face tightening when she saw. “Anastasia, what’s all this? Are you planning on never coming home again?”
“I’m married now, Nora. I have my own place. It wouldn’t be right to keep coming back.”
Thinking of Harrison made her heart flutter; even that offhand remark left a sweetness in her chest.
This place wasn’t her home—not anymore. Not since her mother was gone. She just hadn’t wanted to see it before. Now, wherever Harrison was, that would be her true home.
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