Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 40

Norah’s POV

“Lucien, calm down. What are you planning to do?”

I watched fury fill his bloodshot eyes, and my heart sank.

“What does it look like?” He turned to me, his gaze burning with a madness I’d never seen.

“I’m releasing it. Let the whole world hear. Let Damian and Eleanor rot in prison for the rest of their miserable lives.”

“No.” I cut in. “You can’t.”

“Norah-”

“Listen. Damian mentioned the port–where your mother vanished. It’s our only lead. If you drop this now, Eleanor will erase every trace. You’ll lose any chance of finding the truth.”

We were stuck in an impossible standoff.

Public opinion was already against me. Eleanor’s attacks had begun, yet Damian lay safe in a hospital bed, untouched by justice.

The recording was my key to revenge.

But for Lucien, it was tied to the mystery of his mother’s disappearance–something he’d carried for years.

Choosing revenge meant he might never learn what happened to her.

“I can’t wait anymore,” Lucien growled.

He slammed his fist onto the bar. A wine glass bounced off the table and shattered accross the floor.

“This isn’t your business!” He ripped at his tie, breathing hard.

“Don’t shut me out. Talk to me.”

“I don’t want to talk. Not a word.”

He turned to leave, but I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind.

His body stiffened—but he didn’t push me away.

“Tell me, Lucien,” I whispered, my cheek against his tense back, feeling his heart hammering. “Tell me about your mother. What happened? Don’t carry this alone. Let me in.”

Silence hung heavy between us. Then-

“She disappeared when I was five. From that port.”

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His voice was thick. “Everyone said she left because of my father’s affairs… but I knew that wasn’t true.”

He turned, cupped my face, his eyes full of raw pain.

“The night before she vanished, she came to my room. Gave me the cross necklace she always wore. She said to me. No matter what happens, be strong. Live on

The next day, she was gone. They only found her car at the port–coat and purse inside. Everyone gave up. Except me.”

My heart ached from seeing the vulnerability beneath his strength. This man carried so much.

I rose on my toes and kissed his cold lips.

He was still for a moment, then kissed me back–deep, desperate.

When we broke apart, I breathed, “We do this together. We keep the recording for now. We find other evidence. I’ll help you get to the truth. I believe in you, Lucien. We’re in this together.”

I was willing to set aside my best shot at revenge–for him.

Willing to trust love, one more time.

The fury in his eyes softened into something hotter, and more needy.

With a low sound, he swept me into his arms and carried me toward the bedroom.

Our kisses were hungry, wild–all lips and teeth and pent–up need.

Then-

A violent pounding shook the apartment door.

“Lucien! Open up! I know you’re in there!”

Damian.

Lucien stilled. Desire instantly faded from his expression and was replaced by something cold and lethal.

He released me, straightened his clothes, and yanked the door open.

Damian stood there, disheveled, eyes dazed.

He stepped inside, saw me, and froze. Then his face contorted in anger.

“Norah? What are you doing here?”

“Shouldn’t I be?”

“You’re my fiancée! How can you be with him?” He grabbed my arm, hurt and confusion in his eyes.

“Damian, have you lost your mind? I’m Lucien’s girlfriend.”

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“That’s impossible! I… I don’t remember anything The doctors say amnesia. But I remember you. You’re my fiancee. We were going to marry! Why are you with him?”

Amnesia?

Now?

I watched his pathetic act with disgust.

“Stop acting”

“I’m not acting! Norah, please… come back with me. Whatever happened with him, I’ll forgive you. I love you.”

As he pulled me, Lucien stepped between us.

“Let her go.” His voice was dangerously quiet.

“Stay out of this!” Damian yelled. “You’re a thief! Stealing your brother’s woman–doesn’t it sicken you?”

Lucien gave a cold laugh.

In one move, he pulled me back into his arms and kissed me–deep and possessive.

When he released me, his thumb brushed my swollen lips. He turned to Damian, eyes blazing.

“See now, brother? She’s mine.”

Damian’s eyes reddened. He lunged, but Lucien kicked him back effortlessly.

“Norah!” Damian scrambled up, shouting. “He’s using you! He doesn’t love you! He just wants what’s mine!”

I looked at him coolly.

“So what if he is? Even if he’s using me, what does it matter?”

I stared at the man who’d tried to destroy me. “At least his kisses are real. At least when he holds me, I feel his want. And you? How many times did you ever really touch me?”

Damian’s face went pale.

“Get out,” Lucien said, voice dripping with disgust. “You’re not welcome. If I see you near her again, you’ll regret it.”

“You’ll regret trusting him, Norah,” Damian said, eyes wounded.

“I will never trust you again,” I replied softly.

The next morning, at the studio, Sophie rushed over, stunned.

“Boss! Something huge–Damian returned all the supplier contracts and overseas agency rights he took! The documents are in our inbox!”

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Before I could process it, a familiar figure appeared at the entrance.

Damian stood there, holding red roses, wearing a pleading smile.

“Norah, I know you don’t believe me. That’s fine. I’ll prove myself through action. From today on, I’ll treat you twice as well as I did before. Just give me one more chance.”

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