Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother (Norah and Lucien) novel Chapter 199

Chapter 199

Norah’s POV:

“Lucien, our baby was already dead the moment you put that ring on Amélie’s finger at your grand wedding, right in front of everyone’s cheers.”

I said it flat, no emotion at all.

“What… did you say?” His voice shook, each word sounding like it wasn’t even coming from him.

“I said the baby’s gone.”

“Lost.”

I saw his face suddenly drain of color.

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“After the wedding, Amélie came to humiliate me. Besides ruining my hand, she took away our child.”

“I was all alone, lying on the cold floor, blood pouring between my legs.”

“At that moment, I wanted you to come save me, save our baby. But you didn’t know a thing.”

“Later, Mateo took me to the hospital. I was on the operating table, completely alone, with no one to lean on.”

I stepped closer, watching the light in his eyes die out. “Lucien, happy now? You killed our baby with your own hands, and now you want to destroy my career too. You win.”

He staggered back, crashing into the desk behind him. Hapers scattered everywhere.

He reached out, like he wanted to touch me, but his hand froze mid–air.

What right did he have to touch me now?

Yeah, I needed him to believe it–our baby was dead because of him.

Only if he carried that guilt would he finally let go. Only then could me and my child be truly safe.

“Norah…” His voice cracked like glass breaking.

I turned away without looking back. “Get out.”

He walked out of the studio like a soulless ghost.

Irina and Katarina had just reached the door and caught him leaving.

“Ah-!”

He let out a desperate roar, slammed his fist hard again the doorframe, then stormed off.

Irina and Katarina rushed in right after.

Irina looked at me with pity and pulled me into a tight bug.

“He’s lost it, Norah. You shouldn’t see him for a while.”

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Chapter 199

I leaned into her, silent, tears streaming down without a sound.

I won.

With a brutal lie, I completely broke him.

But why did my heart feel like it died right along with him?

The next few days, Lucien didn’t show up, but the studio was still thick with tension.

I buried myself in endless work, drowning my shattered heart in a frenzy of busyness.

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By the afternoon of the third day, he showed up.

“Boss, he’s… he’s downstairs.” The new assistant burst into my office, pale as a ghost, voice shaking.

I walked over to the window and saw that familiar car parked at the corner.

The door opened, and Lucien stepped out.

He looked like a walking corpse–empty, lifeless.

He tried to come in, but my staff blocked his way.

Irina and Katarina exchanged a glance and headed downstairs.

Irina crossed her arms, standing firm in the doorway, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Mr. Constantine, what, ruining us once wasn’t enough? Now what the hell do you want?”

He ignored Irina and stared past her, as if he spotted me standing at the top of the stairs.

“Norah, let me in,” he croaked.

“Let you in? Why the hell would we?” Katarina laughed cold and sharp, like a knife. “So you can keep hurting her? Lucien Constantine, you really are a pro at this.”

He didn’t say a word.

After a while, I heard the car engine start and drive away

From that day on, this became a daily routine.

He showed up every single day, rain or shine.

Sometimes he’d bring my favorite desserts, sometimes are supplements.

Other times, he’d just stand quietly downstairs for hour

Every single thing was returned exactly as it was by Irina and Katarina–or thrown straight into the trash right in front of him.

I never once went downstairs to see him.

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But I’d stand behind the curtains, watching him leave, watching his body wobble as the assistant helped him into the car.

Every time, my heart twisted in pain.

No. I couldn’t soften.

I had to make him give up for good.

A few days later, an invitation from the Cappe family appeared on my desk.

[You are cordially invited, Nightingale’s core design team, to the Cappe family’s private estate on the Mediterranean for a one–month closed–door creative camp to finalize the joint collection’s core designs.]

“A creative camp?” Irina snatched the invitation, scanned it fast, and nearly tore it up in anger. “Screw that! This isn’t a creative camp–it’s a damn lockdown!”

Katarina frowned too. “Sending this at this time? Norah, there’s something off about this invite.”

Right then, I got a message from Daisy.

[Norah, are you hurt?]

[This invitation was sent by my uncle Pierre at Mr. Constantine’s request.]

[He said he needs a completely quiet, undisturbed place for you to recover.]

I stared at that message, feeling ice spread through my chest.

Lucien really knows how to play his cards–he’s setting me up with another fancy trap.

I know I can’t go.

But I also know there’s no way I can say no.

Saying no would mean tearing up the partnership we just signed.

If we lose the Cappe family’s project, Nightingale’s gonna be in deep shit again.

Looks like I’ve got nowhere to back down.

Late at night, I stood alone on the empty balcony and dialed Mateo’s number.

“Nono?” Mateo’s voice came through, soft and gentle.

I gave him a quick rundown of what happened.

There was a long silence on the other end.

“He might have figured something out,” Mateo said, cal as ever. “This creative camp’s probably a trap, but you can see what he’s really after.”

“Go for it, Nono.”

“I’ll have people outside watching your back, keeping you safe. Don’t worry about the kids–I got them covered. After all, I’m their dad, right?”

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