Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158

Norah’s Pov

“Explain what?” I met his gaze, my voice steady.

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“Explain that ring!” Lucien’s voice was rough, his eyes burning. “Why are you wearing another man’s wedding band?”

I laughed softly. “Another man? Lucien–or should I say, Mr. Constantine–have you forgotten? You’re married now. You belong to Amélie Veyron.”

“I am not!”

“Is that so?” I shook my head, a cold smile on my lips. “Do you still think I’m the same fool who believed every word you said three years ago?”

I stepped closer and pressed a finger to his chest.

“A woman took a knife for you. Can you honestly tell me you felt nothing for her?”

“Lucien, you fell for her. Your body doesn’t lie–even if your heart tries to.”

He shut his eyes, pain flashing across his face. “It wasn’t love! When I saw her step in front of that blade, I was shocked. I felt guilty. But that wasn’t love!”

“Then what was it? Gratitude? So you repaid her with your body?”

“How dare you-!”

“Was it guilt? Gratitude? Is that why you went through with that ridiculous wedding?”

“Nothing happened between us!” he roared. “That ceremony was just-”

“Enough. I don’t want to hear more lies.”

He froze, his body tense.

“Then what about you?” His eyes were bloodshot, voice trembling. “You and Mateo… you…”

“What about us?” I tilted my chin up, finishing the question he couldn’t. “Did we sleep together? Is that what you want to ask?”

“Shut up!” He grabbed my chin, his grip firm.

I didn’t flinch. In my mind, I saw the innocent faces of Leo and Luna.

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I looked straight at him and smiled.

“Yes.”

“He’s gentler than you. More loyal. He never let another woman come between us. He gave me a home–something you never could.”

Something in Lucien snapped.

He picked me up and threw me onto the large bed. His body came down over mine, pinning me in place.

I stiffened, then fought back hard. “Let me go, Lucien!”

He stilled, his hot breath washing over my face. “No. I’m never letting you go again, Norah.”

His teeth grazed my neck. His hands moved over my body.

“What’s this? Another way to humiliate me?” I went cold and still.

“I’m not humiliating you!”

“That night—with those cold toys, making me beg–was that fun for you?”

“Lucien, do you think I’m cheap? Is that why you treated me like a whore you bought?”

“I didn’t-” His voice broke.

“Didn’t?” I laughed bitterly. “You made me lose control. You got hard. But you felt nothing? Really?”

“Look at me, Lucien. Tell me what you were thinking that night. Were you imagining me with other men? Are you so disgusted by me that touching me makes you sick?”

“It wasn’t disgust! How could I ever be disgusted by you? How could I not want you?” He shouted, the heat in his eyes fading.

I shoved him back, sat up, and moved away, putting space between us.

“Maybe you do want me, Lucien. But not out of love. You’re punishing me.”

“You hate that I left you. You hate that another man has me. So you humiliated me. You enjoyed watching me break, didn’t you? Watching me beg like a slut felt good, didn’t it?”

“That’s not true, Norah! I love you!” His eyes were red, desperate.

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“No. You don’t love me. You just can’t stand that I’m not yours anymore.”

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“No!” He pulled me hard against his chest, holding me tightly. “I want you! I’ve been going out of my mind wanting you!”

“That night… I was jealous. The thought of you with someone else–it drove me insane. I was afraid if I touched you, I wouldn’t stop. I was afraid I’d hurt you. Don’t you understand? I was holding back!”

“I don’t understand. And I don’t want to.” I pushed him away.

We stood there, staring, the only sound our heavy breathing.

After a long silence, his voice came out hoarse.

“Do you love him?”

I didn’t answer.

I just watched him, silent.

My silence hurt more than any words.

He turned away and slumped onto the edge of the bed, defeated.

I stood, straightened my clothes, and walked toward the door.

My hand was on the knob when I heard his whisper behind me.

“…Don’t go.”

My fingers trembled.

But I didn’t look back. I opened the door.

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