Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182

Lucien’s POV

“Did something happen to him? Or are you just that

er to jump into his bed?”

The words flew out of my mouth–ugly, poisonous shit I couldn’t hold back.

I wanted to hurt her. To punish her for this betrayal, with the vilest words I could find.

SMACK-!

A sharp, stinging blow whipped my head to the side.

Fire exploded across my cheek. But the pain in my chest was a thousand times worse.

I stared at her, stunned.

Tears filled her eyes, yet her voice was ice. “Lucien, you’re pathetic.”

She shoved me away. This time, I didn’t stop her.

I stood there, helpless, watching her run out of the apartment without a single look back. Gone from my world. Again.

Norah was gone.

She didn’t even glance at me.

Just like three years ago. Walking out of my life like I was nothing.

The door hung open. Cold night air rushed in, sweeping away the last trace of her scent.

Empty.

Everything felt hollow.

I didn’t move. Couldn’t.

My mind kept replaying it–the look in her eyes when she left. That fucking phone call.

“Honey, why aren’t you asleep yet?”

“…A kiss… I love you!”

I remembered her voice then. Soft. Tender. A tone she’d never used with me.

Three years.

Three years searching for her.

Three years waiting.

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Three years tearing myself apart.

And it was all a fucking joke.

For another man, she dropped me without a second thought. Again.

Matco.

That bastard’s name was a disease in my brain.

I looked around the room.

The couch still held the shape of where she’d curled up.

Her half–empty water glass sat on the table. A faint pink lipstick stain on the rim.

On the floor, a tube of lip balm had fallen from her pocket in her rush.

I picked it up. Her usual brand. Smelled like peaches.

She always put it on before a kiss. Then she’d tilt her face up like a kitten waiting to be fed, mischief in her eyes. Said it made kisses taste sweet.

I gripped the tube. It was still warm, like her.

And against my will, my mind showed me her–under Mateo. Using tho

Would she tell him it tasted sweet, too?

CRACK-

same

kiss himafter.

A wave of jealousy–raw, burning–squeezed my chest so hard I couldn’t breathe.

My fist clenched. The lip balm tube cracked in my hand.

“Norah…”

I hurled the broken pieces at the wall. “You ran from me again! For him!”

Plastic shards scattered like my fucking heart. Shattered. By her.

Why?

I’d finally consolidated the Constantines and the Veyrons. I sent Robert Veyron to a military tribunal. I tore down every obstacle. I thought I could build a clean world for us. Just us.

I endured that sham of a wedding. Put up with her coldness, her misunderstandings.

And her?

She didn’t want my explanations. Didn’t want to see me–beaten down but hopeful–after I’d cleared the path for her.

I walked to the floor–to–ceiling window. Paris glittered below me. This city was at my feet.

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But the woman I wanted kept fleeing my world. Again and again.

If I can’t make her stay….

Then I’ll break her.

The last bit of softness inside me died. Something dark and reckless took its place.

I pulled out my phone. My fingers hovered, trembling slightly,

The screen’s glow lit my face. Cold. Empty.

“If you chose him, then you’ll learn the cost of leaving me.”

You want to fly?

Then I’ll snap your wings. So you can never fly again.

I’ll make you see who really holds your life in his hands.

I’ll force you back–back to the only cage that can protect you.

I dialed my most trusted assistant.

Finished

“It’s me.” My voice was calm, but death lived underneath. “Run a full Studio.”

Commercia.

ent of Nightingale

A pause on the other end. He wasn’t ready for this. “Sir, Nightingale’s show just wrapped. This is actually the best time for-”

“Do I need to repeat myself?”

“… Right away, sir.”

“I want all their partnership channels cut. Within 24 hours.”

“Freeze every line of credit they have.”

“Contact their upstream suppliers. Turn their orders into worthless paper.”

His breathing went quiet. “Boss… are you blacklisting Miss Norah?”

“Blacklist?” I almost laughed. “No.”

I stared at my reflection in the glass. A cruel smile touched my lips. “I’m just bringing a disobedient little bird back to her cage. Back to her master.”

“In the name of Constantine Group’s legal department, send top–level risk advisories to every bank linked to Nightingale. I want all of Europe to know–she’s mine. Anyone who lends her a cent is an enemy of the Constantine Group.”

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