Revenge Looks Good on Me (Amelia and Sebastian) novel Chapter 26

Revenge Looks Good on Me

Chapter 26 Apologize to Her

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The room buzzed with anticipation–everyone thought Amelia was about to crash and burn.

Amelia locked eyes with the two stars. Then, with a playful stomp of her heel, she grabbed Sebastian’s hand and shook it gently.

“Mr. Sterling, can you believe them? They’re insulting your most adorable, kind–hearted fiancée!”

The room froze.

Everyone knew Sebastian’s obsession with cleanliness.

Amelia… actually touched him?

The two women exchanged smug glances. They were already celebrating in their minds. Everyone knew Sebastian treated the Bennetts with cold indifference, especially Amelia, the so–called country bumpkin who’d wormed her way into his life.

Then… it happened.

Sebastian rose, tall and composed, and guided Amelia into his seat at the head of the table.

“You must be hungry from the trip. Try this fish–it’s excellent.”

Amelia arched an eyebrow, took a bite, chewed deliberately, and shrugged.

“Eh… not bad.”

Gasps rippled through the room.

That was Sebastian’s fork. His food.

All the rumors about the Sterling family looking down on Amelia? Suddenly, they seemed… wrong.

Eyes widened. Hearts raced. Everyone questioned reality.

Because the woman they thought was powerless was suddenly untouchable.

Sebastian’s dark eyes narrowed like a predator spotting prey. He snapped his fingers at Ryan without even looking. “Blackened Fish. My fiancée loves it.”

Amelia froze mid–bite, fork hovering in the air.

He… knew?

That dish was her deepest secret–only she and Victor had ever known. After she’d been dragged back to the Bennett house, she’d survived on their cold leftovers like a stray dog. Every favorite food, every guilty pleasure, had been ripped away from her the second she stepped into that hellhole,

“Mr. Sterling,” she whispered, voice shaking, “how the hell do you know I love Blackened Fish?”

Sebastian’s long, narrow eyes curved into a wicked smile. He pushed up the bridge of his gold–rimmed glasses with one elegant finger, lips tilting just enough to make her heart stutter.

“Guess.”

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Chapter 26 Apologize to Her

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Amelia racked her brain for a full ten seconds and came up blank. She hadn’t touched Blackened Fish once since she’d returned to the Bennetts–how could he possibly know?

His gaze slid sideways to Madison, who was still glued to the chair as she owned it. His voice dropped twenty degrees below freezing. “Seen enough?”

Madison felt the words slice through her like an ice blade. Her whole body jerked. She scrambled up so fast the chair screeched across the marble.

“S–sorry, Mr. Sterling!”

Sebastian stared at the seat she’d just vacated like it was contaminated. His brows pulled tight in pure disgust. “New chair.”

Ryan moved like lightning, swapping it out.

The second Sebastian sat, Madison’s knees buckled. She dropped hard, forehead smacking the floor.

“Mr. Sterling, I was blind! I didn’t know who she was–please, forgive me!”

Scarlett crashed down right beside her, mascara rivers streaking her perfect face, ugly sobs ripping out of

her throat.

“Mr. Sterling, I swear it was a mistake! I only repeated rumors–I never meant to insult your fiancée! Have mercy!”

They groveled like broken dolls, voices cracking, pride in shreds.

Sebastian didn’t spare them a glance.

He reached for the massive Australian lobster, sleeves be damned, and started peeling the tender meat with those long, flawless fingers. Oil stained the cuffs of his ten–thousand–dollar shirt. He didn’t care.

One perfect piece after another landed on Amelia’s plate like treasure.

“Eat,” he said, voice suddenly soft as velvet, coaxing a child. “Shrimp first. Fill that empty stomach.”

Amelia’s cheeks burned, but she picked up her fork anyway–right there in front of twenty pairs of stunned eyes–and slid the buttery lobster between her lips.

Holy hell. It melted on her tongue,

Rich, smoky, luxurious. Nothing like the cheap crap shed been choking down for months.

This… this was what real power tasted like.

Madison and Scarlett turned ghostly white, ready to beg again.

Sebastian finally flicked them a glacial look. His tone cu like a whip. “You insulted my fiancée. Apologize to her.”

The two women whipped toward Amelia like drowning rats grabbing a lifeline. They crawled closer on their knees, voices trembling.

“Amelia… please… be generous. Tell Mr. Sterling to let us go. We’ll do anything!”

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