Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 129

**The Goodbye That Never Reached You and My Life Chasing 129**
**Revenge Amnesia: Upgraded to His Brother**

**Chapter 129**

**Norah’s POV**

As I sat there on the video call with Milan, my phone buzzed with an urgent news alert that shattered the moment.

[Powerhouse Alliance! Constantine & Veyron Wedding in the Works – The Event of the Century!]

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The accompanying image displayed Lucien and Amélie exiting an upscale club, their bodies close yet not touching. Even that subtle proximity ignited a firestorm of emotions within me. Amélie wore a smile that was both coy and confident, while Lucien’s expression was turned away, inscrutable as ever.

A wave of nausea washed over me, twisting my insides into knots. I instinctively placed a hand on my stomach, feeling that familiar, tight coil of anxiety.

Liar.

They were all liars.

Panic surged through me, and I dashed to the bathroom, barely making it to the sink before dry heaving. My stomach was empty, but the retching felt cathartic.

I splashed cold water on my face, staring into the mirror. My reflection revealed red-rimmed eyes and pale skin, an image of someone utterly defeated. How had I let it come to this?

Norah, what did you expect? Haven’t you had your fill of his ‘no-choice’ excuses?

The doorbell rang, frantic and insistent, pulling me from my thoughts.

I quickly dried my face, forced a semblance of calm onto my features, and opened the door.

Lucien stood there, looking as if he had sprinted over. His breath was uneven, and the damp chill clung to his dark coat. His eyes were wide, filled with a raw, palpable anxiety that made my heart race.

“Norah, the news…” he began, his voice rough and strained.

I didn’t step aside. Instead, I blocked the doorway, summoning every ounce of strength to maintain my composure. “What brings you here, Mr. Constantine? Here to extend an invitation? Sorry, but my schedule is rather full. I doubt I can attend your so-called ‘event of the century.'”

“It’s not what you think!” He stepped closer, practically pushing his way inside. He shut the door behind him, effectively trapping me against it.

“Not what I think? Then what exactly is it?” I let out a short, bitter laugh, my heart feeling constricted. “Lucien, do you really believe I’m that naïve? That I should just sit back and watch my man live out a fairy tale with another woman while convincing myself it’s all just a performance?”

“It is a performance! A trap!” he exclaimed, the words bursting forth like a dam breaking. “A trap set by Amélie! And I’m walking right into it!”

I froze, my struggles ceasing as I stared at him in disbelief.

“She claims she’s tired and is willing to call off the engagement for some assets,” he spoke rapidly, as if afraid I might disengage. “But the condition is a grand, public wedding—a spectacle to save the Veyron family’s reputation. And she specifically requested you to design her wedding dress.”

A laugh escaped me, sharp and incredulous. “She wants me to design it?” The insult cut deep, a bitter pill to swallow.

“Yes. She says… she can help me during the wedding. Help make you the real bride.”

It was beyond absurd. It was utterly insane.

“Lucien, she’s Amélie Veyron! She’s been fixated on you for years, scheming and waiting for her moment! And now you’re telling me she’s suddenly benevolent enough to arrange a wedding for us? Do you even hear how ludicrous that sounds?”

The likelihood of that was less than a miracle.

“I don’t believe it,” he countered, shaking his head, a cold smirk curling his lips. “But I need what she possesses.”

“My mother… back then, to protect herself, she did assist the Veyrons with some unsavory dealings. That old fox Robert kept meticulous records.”

My body went rigid at the implication.

He wasn’t merely utilizing Amélie; he was leveraging Mateo as well.

This man had meticulously planned every move.

I was left reeling, unsure of how to process this.

“So, I’m stuck dealing with your fiancée, and now I also owe a favor to your rival?” I raised an eyebrow, a hint of jealousy creeping into my voice.

Lucien lifted his gaze to meet mine, a sudden smile breaking across his face.

He reached up, his fingertips caressing my cheek. “Jealous?”

“No,” I retorted instantly, turning my face away, but he wouldn’t let me escape. He grasped my chin, compelling me to look back at him. “Norah, whatever transpired between you and Mateo before doesn’t matter. From this moment forward, remember this: the only person who can stand by your side in this deadly game is me. It will always be me.”

His lips descended upon mine, commanding and possessive.

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the kiss, and to my surprise, the distance and doubts that the news had wrought began to dissolve in the wake of this dangerous, calculated plan.

When the kiss finally broke, we were both left gasping for air.

His lips brushed against my ear, his warm breath igniting a fire within me. “Say yes, Norah. Play this role with me. Together, we’ll eliminate every obstacle in our path.”

I leaned against his chest, absorbing the rhythm of his steady, powerful heartbeat.

My hand instinctively rested on my lower abdomen, a silent promise forming within me.

“Okay.”

Baby, from now on, Mommy is stepping onto the battlefield herself. We’re going to win this.