Chapter 392 – 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 392 shifts the narrative tone, revealing secrets, advancing character arcs, and increasing stakes within the Romance genre.
Other than Juliet, who already knew Harrison as her cousin-in-law, none of the Brennans had ever met him before.
Murray and his wife glanced around at the disciplined security team, eyes wide with astonishment. There were plenty of wealthy families in Fairhaven, but none put on such a show. These bodyguards weren’t just any hired help—they were tall, imposing men who radiated an intimidating air. This wasn’t the kind of entourage ordinary folks could afford.
Who on earth was this man?
Murray spoke up with cautious politeness. “Excuse me, sir, but you are…?”
Harrison’s cold gaze swept the group. As soon as he spotted Juliet nearby, he instantly guessed their identity.
He tightened his arm around the young woman at his side, his voice cool and distant. “Harrison.”
The name landed like a thunderclap. The Brennans’ faces changed in an instant.
Harrison… Was this the Mr. Harrison Lancaster from Riverton?
The Brennan family had always kept a low profile, but news that mattered in their social circle never escaped them. Everyone knew Mr. Harrison Lancaster from Riverton had come to Fairhaven to recover his health, and was staying at Rosewood Manor. Who didn’t know that?
But wait—what had Anastasia just called him?
Hubby…?
Rumors had been swirling recently that the mysterious Mr. Harrison Lancaster of Rosewood Manor had gotten married. Everyone speculated about which family’s daughter he’d taken as his wife. No one imagined it could be Anastasia!
Murray and his wife were both stunned.
But what shocked them even more than the fact that Anastasia had married into Rosewood Manor was this: wasn’t Mr. Harrison Lancaster supposed to be cold, standoffish, and utterly uninterested in women? Yet here, in front of Anastasia, he seemed nothing like the rumors.
Winni, watching Harrison’s hand still securely wrapped around Anastasia’s waist, was quietly taken aback.
“I was just about to head home. I didn’t expect you to show up, darling,” Anastasia said, smoothly redirecting the conversation to Harrison.
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