What Happens in Chapter 316 – From the Book Revenge is My Love Language
Dive into Chapter 316, a pivotal chapter in Revenge is My Love Language, written by Arlene Zade. This section features emotional turning points, key character decisions, and the kind of storytelling that defines great Romance fiction.
In the past, when Penelope went first, some people would say she was just giving Anastasia a chance to review—maybe even going easy on her. But now, with Shirley making the same claim, it just sounded ridiculous.
How could Anastasia memorize so flawlessly just from a few spare minutes of review?
“Sure, I’ll go first,” Anastasia said coolly.
She began reciting again. Penelope and Shirley silently prayed she’d only memorized the beginning and would stumble before the end. But it quickly became clear Anastasia wasn’t about to give them that satisfaction.
Her clear, melodic voice carried all the way to the final word. She looked up at Penelope, a calm challenge in her eyes. “Your turn.”
All eyes turned to Penelope.
A wave of pressure hit her. What could she possibly have revised in those few minutes? And yet Anastasia had just delivered a flawless performance. The realization made Penelope even more anxious—her mind a jumbled mess, the textbook lines slipping further out of reach.
“Go ahead,” Anastasia said, folding her arms, a faint smile tugging at her lips.
“Yeah, what’s the holdup?” someone in the crowd called out.
Penelope had no choice but to start, her voice shaky and uncertain. This time her stammering was even more obvious. She barely managed to get through half a page before coming to a halt, falling silent for a long, awkward moment.
“Why’d she stop?”
“Come on, keep going!”
“Don’t tell me she’s blanking…”
Whispers spread through the classroom.
Shirley’s face darkened, her glare fixed on Penelope. She muttered under her breath, “You’re the one who told me there was no way you’d lose. You said Anastasia wasn’t even close to your level!”
Now? Penelope was being thoroughly crushed.
“If you dare lose today, you’re finished!”
Penelope’s face had gone deathly pale, a sheen of cold sweat breaking out across her forehead. “I…”
Seeing her like this, Shirley’s expression grew even grimmer. It was painfully obvious Penelope was completely lost.
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