Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190

Norah’s POV

Monaco. Le Limun Café.

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Sunlight cut through the big white parasols overhead. The air smelled like lemon trees and jasmine.

I stirred the ice in my lemon water.

The cubes clinked softly.

Across from me, Daisy Cappe held a glass of milk with both hands.

She still looked cautious.

From my bag, I took out a slender box wrapped in silk and slid it toward her. “Thought you might need this.”

She opened it, curious.

Inside was an oatmeal–colored shawl.

The finest cashmere. Soft as air.

“Miss Hawthorne, this is too much,” she said, starting to push it back.

“It’s just comfortable.” I met her eyes, then let my gaze drop briefly to her middle. “Body temperature can be all over the place in the first few months. Especially with the sea breeze. It gets chilly.”

Daisy’s head snapped up.

Her eyes went sharp and wary.

I ignored the tension.

From another bag, I pulled out a pair of flats.

From a niche line in my studio, made for pregnancy. Top–tier non–slip soles. Breathable calfskin uppers.

“Size 37. Took a guess.” I set them on the empty chair beside her. “High heels are pretty. But we all need to stand on solid ground sometimes. Right?”

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I gave her a small, knowing smile.

Daisy stared.

She looked at the shoes, then at me. The wariness in her eyes slowly thawed, replaced by something complicated. Something grateful.

“You…” she started, as if to ask how I knew.

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“I’ve been there,” I said simply, taking a sip of my water. “Wearing sky–high heels every day, running everywhere, pretending nothing could break me. Until one day I was throwing up in a bathroom stall and realized I wasn’t superhuman after all.”

I didn’t mention my kids. Just touched on that hard, lonely time.

She understood.

“Thank you,” she whispered after a long pause. She reached out and touched the soft shawl. Her eyes grew shiny.

“My uncle… Pierre… he doesn’t want me to keep it,” she confessed, voice low. “The Cappe family is complicated. He thinks a child is a weakness. Something people can use against us.”

“Which is why you have to protect yourself and the baby even more,” I said, looking straight at her. “Daisy, a weakness can become your strongest shield. But first, you have to make yourself so strong that no one can touch you.”

She watched me, taking that in.

“Is Mr. Constantine… like that?” she asked suddenly. “So strong he doesn’t need anyone to understand him?”

My hand paused on my glass.

“He’s… imperious,” Daisy said, a hint of displeasure in her tone. “During our last video call, I just asked a few more questions about the risk assessment. He didn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes… like I was wasting his time. He’s like a precise machine. All cold calculation. And that…. that absolute dominance. His offer is good. But it feels sterile. Like a transaction.”

I looked at her and thought of that man from three years ago. The same arrogant, domineering man who made all the plans and left me in the dark.

So he hadn’t changed at all.

“Some people get used to giving orders from the top of the mountain,” I said with a faint smile. “They forget real partnership means walking side by side.”

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Daisy’s grip tightened on her milk glass. The confusion and hurt in her eyes shifted. Hardened into understanding.

She took a deep breath, like she’d made a decision, picked up her phone, and dialed.

“Pierre. Do you have time? Come to Le Limun. I’m here.”

Less than ten minutes later, a figure blocked the sun at our table.

I looked up.

The man was in his forties, in a perfect light–gray suit. Hair immaculate. A Patek Philippe on his wrist. He carried the easy power of someone born to lead. But when his eyes landed on Daisy, all that sharpness softened into something almost tender.

Pierre Cappe.

He sat beside her, reached over, and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. The gesture was intimate. Protective.

“What is it?” he asked softly, as if I weren’t there.

“Pierre,” Daisy said, setting down her milk and taking his hand. “About the deal with Constantine Group… I have a new idea.”

Pierre Cappe’s gaze finally settled on me.

It was a purely evaluative look. Sharp. Unemotional. The look of a man who knows the price of everything.

I didn’t look away. I just met it calmly. Then I took another sip of my lemon water.

“I’ve reviewed Mr. Constantine’s proposal,” Daisy went on, ignoring the tension between us. “The data is flawless. The margins are impressive. But it’s cold. He’s a precise businessman. He sees the Cappe family as a quantifiable investment. He promises the highest returns but never asks what we need… besides money.”

Pierre raised an eyebrow, telling her to continue.

“But Norah… she’s different.” Daisy turned to me, her admiration clear. “May I call you that?”

I nodded.

She looked back at Pierre. “I’ve worn her lingerie. It’s not just a product. It’s an attitude. An understanding. A respect for women.”

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