Chapter 281 – A Turning Point in Revenge is My Love Language by Arlene Zade
In this chapter of Revenge is My Love Language, Arlene Zade introduces major changes to the story. Chapter 281 shifts the narrative tone, revealing secrets, advancing character arcs, and increasing stakes within the Romance genre.
"I did not betray Mr. Harrison Lancaster."
That one sentence made everything clear. If it wasn't him, then it had to be Alice.
Logan’s voice was icy. "Take her away."
Alice stared in disbelief as she was immediately led to the car.
"No—no, it wasn't me! It was Thomas! Thomas is the one who betrayed Mr. Harrison Lancaster!"
It was only now that she snapped out of her shock, crying out in despair.
Thomas's mind was spinning, his lips twisting into a bitter, painful smile. Suddenly, his body swayed—and he collapsed.
Anastasia’s face paled. She only relaxed when one of the men at her side reacted quickly and caught him before he hit the ground.
Seeing the blood staining Thomas’s shirt, she ordered sharply, "Get him to the hospital—now!"
She’d risked everything coming here. If Thomas died, all her efforts would have been for nothing.
On the way back, she and Logan shared a car.
She had barely settled into the seat when she noticed Logan glancing at her, again and again, his expression unreadable.
After the third or fourth time, she couldn’t take it anymore and looked over. "Just spit it out. What do you want to ask me?"
Logan hesitated, then said, "I just want to know—how did you know about all the kidnappers’ traps?"
He’d only realized after arriving in person how meticulous this gang had been in planning for Mr. Harrison Lancaster’s capture. If Harrison himself had come, who knew what might have happened?
But in the end, not one of them was hurt. In fact, they’d managed to round up the whole gang with almost embarrassing ease.
Because every trap, every ambush, had been spotted and neutralized by Anastasia.
It was as if she had x-ray vision or could see the future. Before anyone else even noticed a hint of danger, she would point out exactly where something seemed off. At first, he’d chalked it up to nerves, but time and again, she was spot-on.
It was uncanny—almost as if she was intimately familiar with the kidnappers’ entire setup.
Anastasia had seen this question coming. With wide, innocent eyes, she replied—
"Women’s intuition."
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