Chapter Summary: Chapter 212 – Revenge is My Love Language by Arlene Zade
In Chapter 212, a key moment in the Romance novel Revenge is My Love Language, Arlene Zade delivers powerful storytelling, emotional shifts, and critical plot development. This chapter deepens the reader’s connection to the characters and sets the stage for upcoming revelations.
Logan and the manager both stared in utter disbelief, eyes wide as saucers.
Harrison’s impending explosion of rage seemed to freeze in midair, suspended and unresolved.
In the center of the room stood a lone chair, and tied to it was a man.
The poor guy wore nothing but a pair of painfully bright boxers, his face swollen and bruised beyond recognition, snot and tears streaming down his cheeks. A sock had been stuffed in his mouth, and he whimpered in pure despair.
And right in front of him—a phone propped up, broadcasting the whole sorry scene live to the world.
Wait. Was this the infamous “other man”?
Logan and the manager shifted their dazed, stunned gazes to Anastasia.
Even Harrison turned, his eyes narrowing as he took in the bizarre tableau.
Anastasia’s mind went blank. She darted forward, heart racing, and the first thing she did was snatch up the phone and kill the livestream.
Then, without missing a beat, she spun around and dove into Harrison’s arms. “Honey, you’re finally here! I was so scared!”
Logan: “What?”
Manager: “Excuse me?”
Samuel, tied to the chair: “Mmmph! Mmmph!”
Even Harrison, who’d weathered more than his share of chaos, was struck speechless for a moment.
He glanced at Samuel—whose face was so battered even his own mother might not recognize him—then looked down at the unscathed girl clinging to his waist.
“What were you scared of?” he asked.
“Someone tried to hurt me! If I hadn’t fought back, who knows what would’ve happened…” Anastasia wailed, tears threatening to spill.
The others exchanged looks, speechless.
Samuel squeezed his swollen eyes shut, two fat tears escaping down his bruised cheeks. He tried to speak, but every breath just pressed the foul taste of the sock deeper into his throat, making him gag and roll his eyes back in near-mortal agony.
“Honey, I don’t want to stay here anymore. Let’s just go home, okay?” Anastasia wrapped her arms around Harrison’s waist, desperate to escape.
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