Chapter 253 – Highlight Chapter from Revenge is My Love Language
Chapter 253 is a standout chapter in Revenge is My Love Language by Arlene Zade, where the pace intensifies and character dynamics evolve. Rich in drama and tension, this part of the story grips readers and pushes the Romance narrative into new territory.
Anastasia didn’t even flinch. Instead, she flashed a dazzling smile.
“If Mary loves kneeling so much, let her stay just like that!”
She nodded to the bodyguard, signaling him to push her away.
That single gesture was enough to ignite the righteous anger of the onlookers.
A young man stepped in front of her, blocking her path with outrage. “How can someone be as cruel as you? Are you just going to let that woman kneel here forever?”
Anastasia’s eyes turned cold, and she let out a soft, mocking laugh. “Did I tell her to kneel?”
She didn’t wait for him to answer. Curling her lips into a sneer, she continued, “You people are unbelievable. What exactly have I done? Wasn’t she the one who ran up and threw herself in my way? Wasn’t she the one who dropped to her knees, begging? Didn’t I just tell someone to help her up?”
“So I do nothing, but just because I won’t give in to her demands, suddenly everything’s my fault?”
The young man faltered, anger stalling in his throat.
A hush fell over the crowd, who had been whispering and pointing, their accusations dying off for a moment.
But the young man quickly found his voice again. “You call that nothing? We all heard what she said! She’s desperate, begging for her daughter’s future—and you sit there, lording your power over her! How could she even dare to get up?”
A few others in the crowd piped up in agreement. “Exactly! Treating someone like this and then claiming you’ve done nothing?”
Anastasia cut them off sharply. “You people are unbelievable. Do any of you actually know what’s really going on?”
She turned to the young man, her tone biting. “If I went over and slapped your mother across the face, then demanded forgiveness, you’d just let it go, right? Otherwise, I suppose you’d accuse me of using my position to bully you instead?”
The young man’s face froze.
Anastasia scoffed. “You all just take one side of the story and run with it. Did you leave your brains at home today?”
The self-appointed defenders of justice had no retort.
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