Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 61

The guests, who had been holding their breath like nervous schoolchildren caught misbehaving, finally found their voices. They hurried to plaster on smiles and assured, “No, not at all.”

Gradually, the lively chatter returned to the grand hall, but the atmosphere had shifted. People still spoke and laughed, yet their glances kept drifting—almost involuntarily—toward that side of the room.

Mr. Lancaster.

Even seated in his wheelchair and rarely uttering a word, the man radiated such a commanding presence that you could feel the intensity from across the room. His aura was so formidable, people unconsciously lowered their voices as if afraid to disturb him.

And Anastasia—she’d suddenly become the talk of every woman in attendance.

Who would have guessed? Not long ago, she’d been the object of their ridicule, someone everyone looked down on. Now, she was the one they envied, the one they desperately wanted to befriend.

After all, this was Mr. Lancaster. The same man they’d all gossiped about—marrying into Rosewood Manor was supposed to be a tragedy, wasn’t it? But really, who among them didn’t secretly wish it was their own fate?

Even if the rumors were true—even if he wouldn’t live past thirty—marrying him meant a life of luxury and endless advantages.

And those whispers about him being old and hideous? All lies. In person, Mr. Lancaster was more striking and magnetic than any celebrity.

The party drew to a close amid this strange, electric tension.

It was only then that Anastasia seemed to remember something. She strolled over to the poolside, feigning surprise as she called out, “Oh dear, did I forget about you all? I’m so sorry!”

Those stranded in the water, who had been clinging to hope for rescue, were nearly moved to tears with relief—until they heard her words. Their elation turned instantly to fury.

Penelope and Aaron, utterly exhausted, couldn’t hold on any longer. Just before passing out, Penelope managed to crawl to the edge, grabbing Anastasia’s ankle with the last of her strength, her breath ragged and eyes blazing with accusation.

“Anastasia! Did you… did you do this on purpose?”

Anastasia put on her most innocent, bewildered look and gazed down at her. “What? Of course not! I just saw you now, Penelope. How did you end up in there? Were you careless? You really ought to watch your step.”

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