Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 118

**The Goodbye That Never Reached You and My Life Chasing 118**

Norah’s POV

With a surge of adrenaline, I pushed Lucien away from me, my hands trembling as I hurried to smooth out my disheveled clothes. The heat radiating from my cheeks felt almost unbearable, a stark contrast to the cool air of the room.

This was it. It was over.

Lucien, however, seemed unfazed by the chaos that had just unfolded. He stood up slowly, methodically buttoning his shirt as if the world around us hadn’t just erupted into a storm of emotions.

His eyes, usually so warm and inviting, were now clouded with irritation, clearly annoyed at the interruption. He turned his gaze toward the woman lurking at the door, her expression utterly devoid of any emotion.

“Amélie,” he stated, his voice flat and devoid of warmth, as if he were addressing a mere acquaintance rather than someone who had once held a significant place in his life.

“Lucien! You… you two!” Amélie finally broke free from her stunned silence, her voice rising in pitch. She pointed an accusatory finger at me, then at Lucien, her body trembling with barely contained rage, tears cascading down her cheeks like a torrent.

In an instant, she lunged at me, her hand poised to strike with a ferocity that sent shivers down my spine.

“You shameless bitch! You seduced him!”

Before I could react, Lucien’s hand shot out, catching her wrist midair with a grip that was both firm and unyielding. In a swift motion, he retaliated with a sharp backhand, landing a stinging slap across her face. Amélie gasped, her eyes wide with shock and pain.

“Are you done?” he asked, his voice icy and devoid of any sympathy.

“Lucien! You hit me for her? You actually hit me for that bitch?!” Amélie’s voice was incredulous, disbelief etched across her features. “I’m the eldest daughter of the Veyron family! I’m your fiancée! What is she? A little orphan whose parents are dead, a whore who climbs up men’s beds! And you—”

“Enough,” Lucien growled, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I couldn’t tear my gaze away from Amélie’s face, twisted in jealousy and rage, and from the way Lucien stood resolutely by my side, offering me silent support.

All the grievances, the anger, and the unwillingness I had been suppressing surged to the surface in a tidal wave.

I took a step forward, my heart pounding in my chest as I grasped Lucien by the collar, yanking him down toward me with a fierce determination.

Then, without a second thought, I kissed him. Hard.

This kiss was more than just a display of affection; it was a bold declaration of defiance, a battle cry against the chaos around us.

I wanted Amélie to witness, without a shadow of a doubt, exactly who Lucien truly belonged to.

For a fleeting second, Lucien froze, caught off guard by the intensity of my actions. But only for a moment. Then he took control, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss as if the world around us had vanished entirely.

We kissed as if we were the only two souls in existence, lost in each other until our breaths became ragged and desperate.

Amélie stood frozen in shock, her expression a mix of disbelief and fury.

As the seconds ticked by, the anger, jealousy, and resentment that had once filled her features slowly crumbled into sheer despair.

“Norah Hawthorne, just you wait! I’ll make you pay back every bit of humiliation I suffered today—double!”

With that, she stumbled out of the room, leaving a heavy silence in her wake.

The atmosphere felt thick with tension, almost suffocating.

Lucien pulled me tightly into his arms, enveloping me in a cocoon of warmth and security.

“Don’t be scared. I’m here,” he murmured hoarsely, his voice a soothing balm against the chaos. “I’ll talk to my mother. I’ll handle the Veyron family.”

I leaned into his warm chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart, breathing in the familiar scent that always brought me comfort.

My hand instinctively moved to my lower abdomen, a gentle reminder of the life growing within me.

The baby…

It still wasn’t time to share this news with him.

Not yet.

I needed to wait—wait for him to navigate through this storm, wait until there was nothing left standing between us.