Chapter 336 – Highlight Chapter from Revenge is My Love Language
Chapter 336 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.
“Why doesn’t she look the least bit rattled?” One of Shirley’s lackeys eyed Anastasia’s retreating figure with suspicion.
“Not rattled? She’s just putting on a brave face!” Shirley scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain.
The humiliation of being forced by Anastasia to kneel and bark like a dog still burned in her memory, turning her gaze venomous. She leaned in and instructed the girl beside her, “Go. Find a way to get in touch with Anastasia’s mysterious benefactor’s legitimate wife. Invite her to the party, too. This time, I want Anastasia’s reputation in shambles—I want her ruined so thoroughly she’ll never show her face in Fairhaven again!”
Her lackey nodded and scurried off. Just then, Penelope, who’d gone home briefly and had just returned to campus, walked up to them.
Noticing Helen’s disheveled appearance and Shirley’s dark expression, Penelope casually asked what had happened.
Helen wasted no time spilling everything with relish. “Anastasia didn’t dare admit in front of everyone that she’s just someone’s kept woman, so of course she had to accept Shirley’s invitation. Just wait—she’s done for!”
“I can’t wait for the party in three days!” Helen was so giddy, she seemed to have forgotten all about her bruises and aches.
But as Penelope listened, her face paled. She glanced at Shirley, who was practically glowing with malicious excitement, and parted her lips as if to speak—then shut them tight.
No. She absolutely couldn’t reveal that Anastasia was actually Harrison’s wife…
If she did, Shirley would never thank her. Worse, she’d realize Penelope had been using her as a pawn. Harrison’s wife—the lady of Rosewood Manor—wasn’t someone to be trifled with. And if Shirley figured out Penelope had known all along and still encouraged her to go after Anastasia, she’d never let her off the hook.
Penelope’s complexion turned ashen. She did her best to fade into the background among the other girls, listening in silence as everyone gleefully imagined how miserable Anastasia would be after three days.
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