Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 139

Sitting directly across from the door, the girl tucked away her phone with an air of nonchalance, then lifted her gaze. A faint, beautiful smile curved her lips, but her eyes were cold and unsettling, dark as a midnight lake.

Nora’s pupils shrank in shock. She stumbled backward, stammering, “How did you—”

How had Anastasia not fallen for it?

Did the scented candles not work?

Her eyes darted to the corner, and when she saw the broken remains of the incense stick, her heart plummeted.

As she stared at Anastasia, who looked perfectly composed, a surge of dread gripped her. Instinctively, she turned to run—

But it was already too late.

Anastasia lunged forward, seized her by the arm, and yanked her inside. With a sharp slam, the door snapped shut behind them.

“Mrs. Sinclair, why are you running? Weren’t you the one who invited me here for a little chat?”

Unhurried but forceful, Anastasia dragged her across the room and slammed Nora’s head down onto the desk.

Before Nora could react, Anastasia reached for a glass of wine that had been sitting on the table, already poured and waiting.

Nora’s eyes went wide with terror at the sight of it.

Her lips twisted into a forced, ugly smile. “Anastasia, what are you doing? Let me go! Your father will be furious if he finds out—!”

Oh, still pretending, even now?

Anastasia let out a cold, mocking laugh.

“Didn’t you prepare this drink yourself? Why so scared now, hmm?”

She held Nora down and forced the wine down her throat.

Nora’s expression was pure panic and despair.

Once the glass was empty, Anastasia hauled her up and tossed her onto the bed like a discarded rag doll.

Smiling sweetly, she murmured, “Mrs. Sinclair, you arranged such a lovely scene—seems only fair you get to play the leading lady. No need to thank me; some of us just like to do good deeds.”

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