Chapter 364 – 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 364 shifts the narrative tone, revealing secrets, advancing character arcs, and increasing stakes within the Romance genre.
They had all pinned their hopes on Elder Mrs. Lancaster, but disappointment was inevitable.
“What’s impossible about it?” Elder Mrs. Lancaster’s voice sounded more weary and aged than ever. “If it were anyone else trying to bring us down, maybe we’d stand a chance. But this is Mr. Harrison Lancaster we’re talking about!”
Who was Mr. Harrison Lancaster? Next to him, even the eldest Lancaster brother was nothing.
Who could have imagined the family would fall so far, all because of a girl named Anastasia?
If only they hadn’t crossed Anastasia, hadn’t made her their enemy, they wouldn’t now be facing Harrison Lancaster’s wrath.
Elder Mrs. Lancaster’s words shattered whatever faint hope the others had left, plunging the entire family into utter despair.
And yet, it was about to get worse. Before they’d even had a chance to collect themselves, the front door burst open once again.
“What are you still doing here? Get out! This house doesn’t belong to you anymore!”
That’s right—the Lancasters were bankrupt. Even their home would be seized to pay off their debts.
Upstairs, Anastasia watched from the window as the Lancasters were driven out in disgrace, a far cry from their former arrogance and pride. The corners of her lips curled in quiet satisfaction.
She watched Aaron, shoved to the ground, struggling even to stand. The memory of his haughty, untouchable expression from her previous life flashed through her mind, and her smile grew colder.
Suddenly, as if sensing her gaze, Aaron looked up sharply and stared in her direction.
Anastasia didn’t flinch or look away. Her eyes remained cool, detached.
“Anastasia… Anastasia!” Aaron’s voice was raw as he was dragged toward the door, his red-rimmed eyes locked onto the girl standing on the balcony.
He saw her beauty, her poise—so distant and unapproachable—and in his voice, it was impossible to tell if it was love or hate that trembled there.
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