Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 167

“Why was Penelope crying? Probably because she was embarrassed, that’s all.”

“She loves to invite people to Serenity Heights for dinner—always insisting on treating everyone, acting like she’s rolling in money, but she never actually pays a cent. She keeps telling everyone the hotel belongs to her family.”

“She even tells people I’m just some distant cousin of the Sterlings, and that she’s the only real heiress.”

“Oh, and let’s not forget how she spreads rumors about me failing my exams, saying I only got into Kingsbridge University because my family paid for it.”

Anastasia settled languidly into the armchair, her tone light and mocking as she laid out every last thing Penelope had done at school, exposing her without a hint of hurry.

Finally, her voice cooled. “Dad, I’ll call you ‘Dad’ one last time. People say that when you have a stepmother, you get a stepfather too, and I guess they’re right. Ever since Mom died, it’s like I’m no longer your daughter. Now even your stepdaughter feels entitled to walk all over me.”

“And all those times before, when she and her mother set me up—did you really not see how malicious they were? Tell me, what gave Penelope the nerve to treat me like this? Why does she think that, even as the Sterling family’s legitimate daughter, I’m somehow less than her, the outsider? It’s simple—you gave her that confidence.”

“If Mom could see how you’re treating me now, I can’t imagine how she’d feel.”

“What nonsense are you spouting? Haven’t I always treated you well?” Gabriel shot back, his voice wavering with guilt and irritation. But as soon as he remembered his late wife, a wave of shame washed over him.

His expression darkened. He turned sharply to Penelope. “Is what Anastasia said true?!”

Nora and her daughter had gone stiff the moment Anastasia started talking, their faces frozen in shock.

Now Nora finally understood why her daughter, after losing face to Anastasia, hadn’t come running to Gabriel to complain, but instead locked herself in her room and refused to say a word.

Penelope’s face drained of color. She instinctively lowered her head, avoiding Gabriel’s gaze. “Dad, I…”

“Of course it’s not true!” Nora jumped in, voice shrill. “You know what Penelope is like—how could she possibly do those things?”

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