Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 101

**The Goodbye That Never Reached You and My Life Chasing 101**
**Revenge Amnesia: Upgraded to His Brother**

**Chapter 101**

Lucien gripped the diary with such intensity that his knuckles blanched, taking on the pallor of bone. The weight of Eleanor’s deceit bore down on him like a heavy shroud, intertwining with the haunting absence of his mother. And now, yet another path had been severed, leaving him adrift in a sea of confusion and despair.

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For what felt like an eternity, silence enveloped us, broken only by the erratic rhythm of his breathing.

Then, like a dam bursting, he crumbled.

“Norah… I thought I could bear this burden alone. But I—”

His voice faltered, cracking under the strain of unvoiced pain.

He pressed his hands over his face, shoulders quaking as he succumbed to the weight of his emotions. The sound that escaped him was neither a sob nor a wail; it was a low, guttural noise, reminiscent of a wounded animal finally surrendering to its fate.

I knew better than to attempt to soothe him with empty words.

Instead, I encircled him with my arms from behind, resting my cheek gently between his shoulder blades, feeling the warmth of his skin and the tremors of his heart.

His heartbeat raced, a frantic cadence echoing the turmoil he had held inside for far too long.

“Lucien,” I murmured softly, “you’re not alone in this. You still have me.”

The missing pages of the diary whispered secrets, the key to unraveling the tangled web of truth that lay ahead.

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Somewhere within the vast confines of the Constantine mansion, concealed in a place Eleanor believed was impenetrable, the truth lingered, waiting for the right moment to reveal itself.

But Eleanor was no fool; she must have sensed that her hidden sanctuary had been compromised.

She would reinforce every lock, double the guards, and fortify her defenses.

Stepping into that house now would be a daunting challenge, nearly insurmountable.

Almost.

“I’ll go,” I declared, turning him to face me, my determination unwavering.

His expression was one of utter exhaustion, eyes bloodshot and weary, his jaw clenched as if he were bracing against an unseen storm.

“You’re a fugitive,” I pressed on, my voice steady. “I’m not. I can still move freely. Mateo can help me get inside. This is our best chance.”

“No.”

His hands gripped my shoulders with a force that was almost painful, a desperate plea etched into his features.

“I won’t allow you to put your life on the line. It’s too perilous. I’m meant to protect you.”

Protect me.

The thought sent a wave of frustration coursing through me, memories of the cruise flashing before my eyes.

I recalled Amélie’s claw-like fingers wrapping around Lucien’s wrist, the way he was forced to wear a mask of false smiles, enduring the revolting touches of others, flirting with women who were twice his age—all to gather fragments of information about Eleanor.

He was willing to bleed for revenge, yet I was expected to remain silent and passive?

A bitter fire ignited in my chest, fueling my resolve.

An oppressive silence settled in the room, stretching out like a taut string.

Finally, his shoulders sagged, and a gravelly whisper escaped his lips.

“If anything happens to you…” His voice trembled, laden with unspoken fears. “I will burn the Constantine empire to the ground.”

My anger softened, not entirely dissipating but enough to allow a sliver of warmth to seep through.

I stepped closer, sliding my arms around his neck, pressing a tender kiss to the corner of his mouth, a fleeting moment of connection amidst the chaos.

Then, reluctantly, I turned away and reached for my phone, the weight of our situation pressing down on me.

Mateo picked up on the second ring, his voice smooth and teasing.

“It’s me,” I stated calmly, forcing my heart to steady. “It’s time to cash in on our deal.”

His laughter, light and amused, reverberated through the speaker.

“I thought you’d never call.”

But before I could respond, the line went dead.

A soft metallic sound echoed from the door, drawing our attention like a moth to a flame.

Lucien and I exchanged a quick glance, a silent understanding passing between us.

The lock turned, a slow, deliberate movement that sent a shiver down my spine.

The door creaked open, revealing a world that was about to change forever.