Chapter Summary: Chapter 97 – Revenge is My Love Language by Arlene Zade
In Chapter 97, a key moment in the Romance novel Revenge is My Love Language, Arlene Zade delivers powerful storytelling, emotional shifts, and critical plot development. This chapter deepens the reader’s connection to the characters and sets the stage for upcoming revelations.
As Logan climbed into the car, he hesitated, clearly wanting to speak but holding himself back.
Harrison glanced over. “What is it?”
Logan swallowed. “…Mr. Lancaster, Thomas mentioned your leg is well enough for you to walk again.”
Harrison didn’t respond.
A bead of sweat trickled down Logan’s forehead. He dared not say more, but concern gnawed at him.
Back at Rosewood Manor, Logan quietly sought out Anastasia.
The moment she heard, a sharp ache pierced Anastasia’s chest.
Harrison’s leg had healed long ago, but he still sat in that wheelchair, never saying a word about it. Ever since his illness, the decisive, commanding Mr. Lancaster had faded, replaced by a heavy, almost funereal air, as if he’d aged decades overnight. It was as though nothing in the world could move him anymore. He seemed detached, indifferent, as if nothing was worth caring about.
His leg had been fine for ages. But so what?
Good or bad, it made no difference to him.
Rosewood Manor was meant to be a place for his recovery, but it had become his prison, his personal mausoleum. He had no intention of ever leaving.
“There’s something you may not know, ma’am,” Logan said softly. “Since Mr. Lancaster came here a year ago, he’s barely stepped outside. People think he’s mysterious, but the truth is, there’s just nothing left in the world to tempt him out past these gates.”
Logan’s smile was bitter.
“Lately, he’s gone out a little more, but only because he was forced to deal with some things. Now that it’s over, he’s retreating again, shutting himself away like before.”
He looked at Anastasia, pleading. “Ma’am, I know this is a lot to ask, but honestly, you’re the only one who might reach Mr. Lancaster now. So I…”
“I understand.” Anastasia drew a shaky breath, pushing down the ache in her chest. “This isn’t a burden. I’m grateful you told me.”
Logan blinked in surprise. After a moment, his gaze grew more respectful, more earnest. He could see it—Anastasia genuinely cared about Mr. Lancaster.
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