Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother (Norah and Lucien) novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207

Norah’s POV:

Lucien was tied up, hands and feet bound, tossed just a few steps away from me.

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Amélie looked at us like we were nothing but her prey, a twisted, satisfied smile spreading across her face.

“Luen, didn’t you say you didn’t want me? Well, today I’m gonna make you watch with your own eyes how the woman you love the most gets broken down by me, piece by piece.”

The guy holding the gun pulled out a small video camera and pointed it right at me.

Amélie yanked open my collar.

“Film it.” Her voice dripped with sick excitement. “Rip her clothes off. I want Luen to see exactly what his woman looks like under someone else. I’m gonna send this to all the high society in Paris so they can all enjoy just how filthy your precious Lucien Constantine’s lover really is!”

The man set the camera down on the table and started walking toward me.

His big hand reached for my collar.

“No-!” I screamed, shrinking back as far as I could.

No way.

There’s no way I’m letting this get recorded.

My Leo and Luna will grow up someday. They can’t even see this. Absolutely not!

I fought with everything I had, but the rough hemp ropes bit deep into my wrists and ankles, burning like fire.

“Let her go!” Lucien’s voice tried to stay calm, but I could hear the tremor beneath it. “Name your terms.”

“Terms?” Amélie laughed like she’d just heard the biggest joke in the world. Her crazy laughter echoed through the empty lighthouse–sharp and terrifying.

“Fine.” She stopped laughing and stepped in front of Lucien, looking down at him. “I want you to kneel. Right now.”

“Like a dog, crawl over here and kiss these feet you almost ruined!”

“I want you to say it on camera: you love me, Amélie Veyron. You never loved Norah Hawthorne! She’s just a prostitute you bought and got bored with!”

My heart twisted like a knife.

“No way.” Lucien answered without a second thought.

“What did you say?!” Amélie screamed, her voice nearly shattering my eardrums.

“I said, I, Lucien Constantine, would rather die than say one word that insults my woman.”

“My Norah–she’s the most noble, pure soul I’ve ever known. You, and all of you, aren’t even worthy to wipe

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her shoes.”

Amélie lost it completely.

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All her masks, all her hopes, shattered in that moment, mashed to pieces by Lucien’s cold, final words.

“Fine… fine! Then you all can just go to hell together!”

Amélie’s laughter suddenly cut off. She spun around and kicked over a metal bucket at her feet.

The sharp stench of gasoline instantly filled the room, thick and sickening.

Gasoline gushed out from the overturned bucket, quickly spreading across the floor in winding streams toward several other disguised barrels piled in the corner.

“Lucien, you’re the one who pushed me to this,” Amélie said, pulling a lighter from her pocket and flicking it between her fingers. The tiny flame danced wildly in her crazed eyes.

She looked at the man holding the gun, twisting her lips into a cruel grin. “We’re leaving now. This little show? It’s over.”

The man nodded, holstering his gun and quickly grabbing a black backpack from the corner–clearly, he’d come prepared.

“As for you…” Her gaze landed on me, her smile poisoncus and full of venom.

Amélie stepped back toward the staircase, her finger easing off the lighter’s trigger.

“Go love each other in hell!”

The lighter’s flame arced through the air and landed on the gasoline pooling on the floor.

Boom-!

“No–!!!”

I watched in horror as the orange flames shot up like a vicious snake, racing along the gasoline’s trail with wild fury!

In the blink of an eye, the fire caught the other barrels piled in the corner!

Heat slammed into me like a tidal wave!

Cough, cough, cough… The thick smoke burned my lungs, making it nearly impossible to breathe. My eyes stung so badly I couldn’t keep them open.

“Norah!” Lucien rolled over to my feet.

Without a second thought, he slammed his wrists–still ied up–onto a burning piece of wood!

Sizzle-!

The sickening sound of flesh burning mixed with a sharp, choking smell hit my nose like a punch.

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“Ugh-!” He groaned, veins bulging on his forehead.

But he didn’t stop. As the flames licked the ropes, he struggled with everything he had!

“Lucien! No!” I screamed through tears.

Finally, the rope snapped with a loud pop!

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Freed, he immediately grabbed a pair of scissors lying nearby–thrown down by Amélie–and, ignoring the charred, blistered skin on his wrists, cut through the ropes binding his feet in a few quick snips.

Then he quickly started cutting the ropes around my wrists and ankles.

“Hang on… Norah… look at me… don’t pass out…” he said his voice rough and hoarse as he worked.

At last, the ropes were gone.

“Move!” He yanked me up from the chair and dragged me toward the stairs.

But it was already too late.

The wooden stairs were completely swallowed by the raging fire, turning into a blazing wall that blocked

our way.

Thick, choking smoke poured up from downstairs, making it impossible to breathe.

“Cough, cough…” I choked and dropped to my knees, tears streaming down my face, on the verge of passing

out.

“Norah!”

Lucien scooped me up off the ground. He tore off his shirt, already soaked through with blood and rain, and pressed it over my mouth and nose.

He held me tight, using his back to shield me from the scorching heat and the burning wood chips falling all around us.

“Don’t be scared,” he said, holding me close. “I’m here.”

I leaned against him, staring at his face lit up red by the firelight. Even in this hellish moment, he was fiercely protecting me.

My heart felt like it got slammed by something hard.

“The window!” I coughed, pointing to a narrow, filthy window on the other side.

Without hesitation, Lucien wrapped one arm tight around my waist and practically half–carried me over to the window.

He lifted his foot and slammed it with all his might into the rusty window.

The glass and rotten wooden frame shattered, and cold rainwater poured in, splashing against our burning- hot faces, bringing a brief moment of relief.

“Hold on tight!” Lucien yelled in my car, his voice almo swallowed by the wind, rain, and flames.

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