Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 14

A young girl’s voice echoed from the room.

Anastasia’s eyes darkened. She handed her suitcase to one of the maids. “Take this upstairs for me,” she instructed.

Without another word, she headed up the grand staircase and walked straight to the guest bedroom. As she reached the door, she saw a strikingly dressed girl perched on the edge of the bed, giving orders to the maids as if she owned the place.

The clothes Anastasia had neatly hung in the wardrobe the day before were now piled carelessly on the bed. Her suitcase, which she’d tucked in the corner, had been dragged out and dumped in the middle of the room as if it were rubbish.

Anastasia’s eyes flashed with cold anger.

“Ma’am?!”

The two maids froze when they saw her, their faces draining of color. Caught holding her belongings, they didn’t know whether to drop them or put them back, and just stood there, awkward and silent, glancing nervously at the girl on the bed.

Anastasia followed their gaze.

She’d recognized the voice from downstairs—it belonged to Alice, Mary’s daughter.

Mary’s husband had been the Lancaster family’s chauffeur. Years ago, he’d died saving Lady Lancaster in a tragic accident. Ever since, Mary and her daughter had enjoyed a special status in the household, set apart from the other staff.

Though Alice was technically a servant’s daughter, Lady Lancaster treated her almost like family. Over time, Alice began to see herself as a member of the Lancaster household—half heiress, half guest.

In her previous life, Alice had made Anastasia’s days here a living hell.

“Who gave you permission to touch my things?” Anastasia’s voice was icy as she surveyed the mess in her room from the doorway.

The two maids shifted uneasily, lips parting but no words coming out. Shame kept them silent.

“Are these yours?” Alice rose from the bed, eyeing Anastasia up and down. “Why are your things in my room? Are you new here? Hasn’t anyone told you this entire wing belongs to the family? Staff aren’t allowed in these rooms without permission.”

Her tone was lofty, as if Anastasia really were just another housemaid.

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