Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 135

But the three hundred million in her account—that part was absolutely true. Anastasia had stumbled upon that secret in her past life, quite by accident.

She never figured out where Nora got all that money, but one thing was clear: it wasn’t exactly clean. Otherwise, why would Nora be so obsessed with hiding it, tucking it away with such paranoid caution?

Anastasia was betting Nora would never dare reveal the true source of those funds to Gabriel. So, she’d have to swallow her anger and accept the blame Anastasia had just thrown her way—handing over the three hundred million without a word of protest.

Sliding her phone into her purse, Anastasia stood and dashed upstairs. Her steps were light; her dress fluttered around her knees. She’d barely reached the landing before she crashed—unexpected and breathless—into the strong, solid chest of a man. His familiar scent filled her senses, soothing and intoxicating all at once.

“Darling…?” she murmured, blinking up in surprise.

A muscular arm slid around her waist, steadying her. His chest rumbled with a low chuckle, and then his deep, magnetic voice rumbled above her head.

“Careless,” he murmured.

Just one word, soft but mildly reproachful. At the same time, his big hand gave her waist a gentle smack.

“You hit me?” she protested, pouting as she looked up at him, eyes full of mock accusation.

“What mischief have you been up to?” Harrison barely glanced at her, but his lips curved ever so slightly as he took her hand and led her back downstairs, steering the conversation away.

Anastasia was helpless to resist his momentum. She launched into an animated retelling of how she’d managed to corner Nora, making no effort to hide the sly, less-than-innocent side of herself in front of him.

When she finished, she glanced up anxiously. “Do you think I was wrong, darling?”

Harrison almost laughed. If that counted as “wrong,” then he’d surely be damned for eternity.

“Not at all,” he replied, voice calm and even. “If someone tries to hurt you, fighting back is only natural.”

Anastasia let out a quiet sigh of relief, her eyes brightening, the worry gone from her face.

Watching her, Harrison’s gaze darkened, just for a moment.

She was so pure and radiant, so dazzlingly bright—there wasn’t a single speck of darkness in her. Just pulling a little stunt like this was enough to make her anxious and guilty.

She was nothing like him.

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