Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 155

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The Night Voyageryacht sliced through the dark waves. ts decks glowed under the stars.

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Tonight, this boat was the center of the European money world. A floating palace for rich guys to drink and talk.

I stepped onto the main deck.

The air changed. Conversations stopped. Heads turned.

Every eye in the room snapped to me. I felt their looks–curious, hungry, judging.

I wore my armor. The dress Irina designed for me.

Dark emerald silk that flowed like liquid night.

It clung to every curve of my body.

The neckline plunged deep. Real deep.

Against my skin hung the pigeon–blood ruby necklace Lucien gave me long ago.

It felt heavy. A reminder of our past.

But the real show was my back.

The whole back of the dress was bare. Only three thin diamond chains crossed my skin. They outlined my shoulder blades. When I moved, the tiny diamonds caught the light. They sparkled like scattered stardust.

I spotted Lucien right away.

He stood with a group of bankers, holding a wine glass. He looked cool and detached. Like a king surrounded by his court.

The moment I appeared, he stopped talking.

His

gaze cut through the crowd and locked on me. I saw his eyes change–first shock, then hot possessiveness, finally tight tension.

Perfect. Exactly what I wanted.

I didn’t go to him. I turned and walked toward the bar. I made sure my hips swayed a little. I

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kept all eyes on me.

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Before I could touch a glass, a big hand grabbed my waist from behind.

“Who said you could dress like this?” Lucien’s voice was low and angry above me.

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He pulled me into a quiet corner. His tall body blocked out the rest of the room. He loomed

over me.

“Mr. Constantine,” I turned slowly. I lifted a hand and brushed his tense jaw. My fingertips grazed his Adam’s apple. I felt it move as he swallowed. “Our contract doesn’t say you get to pick my clothes.”

His eyes darkened. He caught my wrist, his grip tight. “Do you know how many men were staring at you?”

“Isn’t that the point?” I rose on my toes, leaned close to his ear.

My breath warmed his skin. “Your woman just made you the center of attention. You should be happy.”

His breathing got heavy. The arm around my waist tightened, pulling me hard against him.

“Norah,” he growled. “Don’t play with fire.”

Just then, a slimy voice cut in. “Lucien! And who is this?”

A middle–aged man with thinning hair and a big belly walked over. His eyes crawled all over my body. No shame. Just a gross, checking–her–out look.

“A new pet? Good taste. More interesting than the last ones.”

Lucien’s face went cold. The air around him got thick and heavy.

Before he could speak, I smiled sweetly and held out my hand. “Hello. I’m Norah Hawthorne.”

The guy hesitated, surprised I was so calm. He took my fingertips. His hand was damp. He opened his mouth to say more.

“Get your hand off her.” Lucien’s voice was ice–cold.

He stepped forward, putting himself between me and the man.

The man’s smile froze. Things got real awkward, real fast.

“She is not my lover,” Lucien said, staring him down. “She is my queen. She is

my

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