Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother (Norah and Lucien) novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153

Norah’s POV

Lucien’s eyes held no trace of the smoldering desire I remembered–only icy mockery.

Finished

His fingers closed around my chin, forcing my gaze upward. “Was this what that bastard taught you these past three years?” His voice dripped contempt. “Is this how

you seduced him?”

I stiffened. “What?”

“Don’t play dumb.” His thumb scraped roughly across my lips. “Your hands weren’t enough, so you used your mouth—and with such practiced skill. Do you think I’m a fool?”

His mouth.

Resentment burned through my shame. I tilted my head back. “Yes,” I said, watching his brow tighten. “I learned many things. Would you like a demonstration?”

Deliberately, I lowered my head again.

My lips brushed the fabric over his groin. My hands kneaded through the fine wool of his

trousers.

I waited–for the catch in his breath, the tension in his muscles, any sign I affected him.

Nothing.

Beneath my touch, he was hard. Burning. But his breathing stayed calm, even. Infuriatingly steady.

I pressed harder, then opened my mouth and bit–gently, through the cloth.

He grew harder still. Yet his gaze never wavered. Detached. Observant.

Was he disgusted by me?

Had his body responded, while his mind had already left me behind?

All my anger, my stubborn pride, crumbled into something absurd. A joke I hadn’t understood

until now.

I shoved him back, scrambling off his lap. Snatching my torn dress from the floor, I wrapped it haphazardly around myself.

“It seems Mr. Constantine has no need for his loverat the moment.”

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I didn’t look back. I grabbed his suit jacket and fled.

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The streets blurred. I don’t remember reaching Irina’s club–only stumbling through the door, disheveled, shaking.

“Norah!” Irina rushed over, Katarina just behind. “What happened? Did he hurt you?”

I shook my head, leaning into her. My whole body trembled. “He… didn’t want me. He felt nothing.”

Their anger cooled into a strange, still silence. They exchanged a look heavy with something unspoken.

Irina took a slow breath. “Norah… there’s something we never told you.”

My heart tightened.

“The day you left Paris,” she said softly, “Lucien was in an accident. A bad one.”

The world tilted. Boom–the word echoed in my skull.

Katarina’s voice was gentle, reluctant. “He was on his motorcycle. A car lost control on a bend. He was thrown ten meters. They didn’t think he’d make it.”

Accident. ICU. A month.

Images forced their way in: Lucien broken, bleeding, machines keeping him alive.

My breath caught. All this time, I thought he’d simply moved on. Instead, he’d been clinging to life.

“It was Amélie,” Irina went on, and the name felt like falling. “She sealed off the news. Mobilized the Veyron family’s resources. Brought in specialists from Germany. For months, she never left his side. Fed him. Washed him. Watched over every breath.”

Amélie. Constant, unwavering care.

How could anyone not be moved by that?

His body had reacted to me–but his heart… his heart had chosen the woman who saved him.

A wave of pain, guilt, and stubborn defiance crashed over me, pulling me under.

I covered my face. The tears came then–hard, wrenching sobs I couldn’t hold back.

Irina and Katarina didn’t offer empty comforts. They simply stayed. One held me. The other

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rubbed my back in slow, steady circles.

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