Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 178

Chapter 178

Norah’s POV

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“Sir,” the assistant’s voice was tense through the speaker. “The mastermind is linked to the Veyrons, but there’s someone else–a shadow behind them. We followed the money. It originated from a shell corporation in Chicago. After that, the trail goes completely cold.”

The words settled in the room like a poison. This web of schemes felt like a trap I’d never escape.

“Lucien, you heard it.” My voice sounded flat even to me. “It’s the same war. Constantines versus Veyrons. This endless family feud.”

I closed my eyes, the weight of it crushing. “I’m tired. Lucien, I’m so tired.”

“Norah, listen. About the Veyrons, I can explain-” His voice was urgent, pleading.

“Don’t.” I cut him off, sharp and final. “I don’t want to hear it. These are your battles. Your world. I won’t be dragged into it anymore.”

He looked at me for a long, silent moment. The fight drained from his eyes, replaced by a hollow acceptance. “Alright,” he said, the word heavy with defeat.

Amélie. The Veyrons. Again.

As long as I was with him, the attacks would never stop. He took an iron pipe for me this time. What would it be next time? A bullet? A knife?

I couldn’t let him bleed for me again. The only way to keep him safe was to push him away.

So, for the next few days, that’s what I did. I became the perfect, distant nurse.

I handed him his pills on time, but I didn’t feed them to him.

I made sure he ate, but I didn’t sit with him.

When he tried to talk about us, I changed the subject to work or his rest. When he reached for my hand, I found a reason to move mine.

I was by his side every day, but a new wall, thick and cold, went up between our hearts.

I watched the confusion in his eyes turn to frustration, then to a helpless, weary resignation. He felt powerless. I made sure of it.

The stalemate lasted until the physiotherapist arrived.

“Mr. Constantine, the muscle damage is significant. We need to focus on gentle stretching to aid recovery,” the therapist said, unrolling a mat on the floor. He was a cheerful man who seemed oblivious to the frost in

the room.

“Miss Norah, his back and ribs are vulnerable. He’ll need your assistance for these partnered exercises.” The therapist adjusted his glasses, giving me a knowing little smile. “Partner work always yields the best results.”

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The first exercise had me straddle Lucien’s lap, using my body weight to gently stretch his legs. “Norah. come here,” Lucien said, his voice a low rumble. He patted his firm thigh.

I shot him a warning look but slowly, reluctantly, climbed on. His body heat seeped through the thin hospital gown. Even injured, he felt solid and strong.

Then I felt it. Beneath the fabric, he was growing hard, pressing insistently against me.

This jerk.

Heat flooded my face. I tried to scramble off, but his arm snaked around my waist, holding me in place. “Don’t move,” he muttered, his voice strained. “Therapist’s orders. Three minutes.”

I froze, trapped.

Next, I had to kneel beside him to help stretch his back. My hands pressed down on his shoulder blades. The brutal tapestry of scars across his skin–old and new–was a harsh, strangely sensual landscape.

“Hmm…” A deep, husky groan vibrated from his chest, straight into my bones.

I jerked my hands back. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said, turning his head to look at me. “Just a muscle spasm. Normal.”

I didn’t believe him.

He was sweating by the end. I fetched a towel.

As I wiped his brow, he suddenly caught my wrist and guided my hand to the lash marks on his chest. “Does it hurt?” I asked softly.

“Not when you touch it,” he answered, his voice rough.

I hesitated, but I didn’t pull away.

core.

The final stretch required me to press my body close to his, supporting his core. I could feel the frantic beat of his heart, the heat radiating from him..

I tried to lean back, but he tightened his arms, holding me against him.

Our faces were inches apart. Our breaths mixed. “Norah,” he whispered, tilting his head until his lips almost brushed mine. “Are you nervous?”

His gaze felt like a giant net, trying to drag me under. I shoved against his chest, breaking free. “That’s enough for today!” I spat the words and fled the room.

I stood outside the door, fanning my burning face. From inside, I heard his low, triumphant chuckle.

Minutes later, a pained groan cut through my anger. My heart lurched. I shoved the door open.

Lucien was on the mat, his face twisted in pain, having tried the last stretch alone and pulled the wounds on his back.

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