Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 188

Lucien’s POV

庭

Finis

The office was silent, high above the city. My assistant stood behind me, head bowed, voice shaking. “President… we just received an official email from the Monaco Royal Office. Regarding the Mediterranean deep–water port energy rights… they’ve decided to… postpone cooperation.”

Postpone.

In business, that’s the politest word for a death sentence.

I didn’t speak. I just stared at the screen.

The email was polite, but every word felt like a slap.

This loss wasn’t just about money. It meant the Constantine Group had lost its chance at total dominance in the European energy market for the next decade. More than that, it meant I’d lost all credibility with my most crucial political ally. The cost to recover would bleed the group dry.

And all of it… because of a call I didn’t answer last night.

I calmly lit a cigar, letting the harsh smoke burn deep in my lungs.

Through the haze, I looked at my reflection in the glass–those gray–blue eyes Norah once called beautiful–now nothing but cold frost.

“President…” My assistant’s voice was thick with fear.

I waved a hand, dismissing him.

The door closed. The world shrank to just me.

My mind replayed every detail from last night.

Her in that red dress I gave her, eyes hazy and pleading, showing me her weakness. Her leaning into me, body soft and yielding. Her crying out my name, over and over, in my ear.

I thought it was surrender.

Now I knew.

It wasn’t surrender. It was a calculated performance. A betrayal staged with her body and my desire as the weapons. She wasn’t acting on impulse… she planned it. That cold truth cut deeper

1/3

10:20 Wed, Jan 7

Chapter 188

than the betrayal itself.

I lifted my hand. It still felt like it held the warmth of her skin, but my heart was pure ice.

I took out my phone and dialed

“It’s me.”

my assistant.

643

Finished

“Initiate a Level One internal security review. I want to know how the firewall was breached last night.”

“Regarding Monaco, activate Plan B. Tell the Cappe family: royal favor is nice, but Constantine shipping lanes aren’t exclusive to them.”

“And contact our friends in entertainment. Have them launch persistent, small–scale disruptions against Mateo’s European ventures. Don’t let him have a moment’s peace.”

“Yes, President.”

I looked down at Paris from the window.

My initial plan? A full blockade of her Nightingale Studio? Childish. That would just make me look like a fool throwing a tantrum.

If she wants to play… then we’ll play a bigger game.

I’ll weave a web far more intricate, far more despairing.

“Lift all direct blockades against Nightingale Studio.”

Silence from the other end. My assistant was stunned.

“However,” I paused, my voice turning to ice, “I want you to secretly acquire all its key suppliers, production lines, and sales channels within three days. Every company it works with will be replaced by ours.”

“I want it to have the best resources, the most tempting contracts. But buried in every one, I want the most hidden, lethal clauses.”

I want her to think she’s escaped. To see hope. I want her to struggle desperately inside an illusion, where every success hides a greater danger. I want every crisis she faces to seem like chance, when each is a dead end I’ve carefully laid.

Until she’s exhausted. Until she finally understands her freedom, her career, are just toys in my hands.

Only then will she realize the only one who can truly protect her… is me.

213

Chapter 188

Finis

Only then will she come running back to me, in tears, returning to the only shelter I’ve prepared.

“Also,” I paused again, “watch her closely. I want to know who she meets, what she says, where she goes. Investigate any man who gets near her.”

“Yes, President.” The assistant acknowledged the order.

I hung up and found Mateo’s number.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify