Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Norah’s Perspective

Damian’s relentless pursuit of my affection was far more overwhelming than I had ever anticipated—and undeniably more aggravating.

Every morning, the entrance to my studio was completely blocked by freshly cut roses, their vibrant petals spilling over the threshold like an unspoken demand. The reception desk groaned under the weight of countless lavish gifts, each more extravagant than the last.

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Day after day, Damian appeared in person to stand guard at my doorway, delivering what he fancied were heartfelt declarations of love. His persistence felt suffocating.

I glanced down at the newest Hermès bag resting on my desk—his latest attempt to win me over—and a flood of unwelcome memories surged through my mind.

Back when I first arrived in Paris, my French was rough around the edges, and Damian had seemed like a prince pulled straight from a fairy tale.

He had taken me to the Louvre, patiently explaining the stories behind each masterpiece as if revealing secret treasures.

On rainy afternoons, he’d shield me with his jacket, soaking himself to the bone just to keep me dry.

When my initial design was rejected, he had bought out an entire patisserie’s supply of macarons, hoping to lift my spirits with sweetness.

Those youthful moments had a genuine, almost magical charm.

But now, recalling them felt like swallowing poison disguised as candy—nauseating and bitter.

I picked up my phone and dialed Damian’s number without hesitation.

“Norah! Finally, you called me!” His voice was brimming with joy, almost desperate.

“Damian, stop this meaningless charade,” I said flatly, my voice stripped of warmth. “No amount of gifts can undo the damage you’ve caused.”

“Damage? Norah, I don’t remember… I truly don’t,” he replied, sounding wounded and innocent. “Tell me—what unforgivable thing did I do?”

“You don’t remember?” I scoffed, a cold laugh escaping me. “Fine. Let me take you down memory lane.”

Half an hour later, Damian and I stood outside Serena’s apartment building.

When Serena opened the door, her eyes sparkled with hope at the sight of him standing behind me.

Feigning disappointment, I sighed heavily. “Serena, what a shame. The item you mentioned—it’s gone. I’ve turned the whole place upside down, but there’s nothing.”

Serena’s body stiffened, just barely noticeable.

She quickly masked it, her face settling into a carefully crafted expression of confusion. “What? Norah, I don’t understand what you mean. And why are you here with Damian?”

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She was still putting on an act.

I asked Damian to wait outside, then stepped inside and closed the door behind me.

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“You don’t understand?” I pulled a small silver voice recorder from my bag and held it up between us. “Then maybe you’ll recognize this.”

Serena’s face drained of color.

“You…” she stammered.

“I didn’t just find it—I listened to it,” I said, stepping closer, my voice cold and steady. “This is your recording of Damian admitting to orchestrating the car crash, to transferring my parents’ assets. You hid this from me, told me about it, yet set a trap to test my loyalty. Serena, do you want to help me? Or are you just waiting for me to fall?”

She was speechless, her body swaying as if about to collapse.

“Damian,” he said smoothly as he stepped forward. “Looks like you forgot what I told you.”

Damian instinctively took a step back, his eyes sharp and wary.

“Good.” Lucien cracked his knuckles. “If your memory’s really gone, then you probably forgot how I beat you last time too.”

Before Damian could react, Lucien’s fist crashed into his face with a sickening crack.

Another punch followed.

Thud!

Lucien grabbed Damian by the collar, slammed him hard against the wall, and rained down blow after merciless blow.

Damian was helpless, blood streaming from his nose and a split lip bleeding freely.

He weakly dodged some hits, shouting slurred words, “Lucien! Are you crazy? Do you even want the port shares or not?!”

Finally, the mask dropped.

Lucien paused, shaking out his wrist as he looked down at Damian’s battered form.

“See? You remember after all.”

Damian coughed up more blood, glaring venomously at him.

Knowing he was exposed, he threw caution to the wind.

He suddenly laughed, dark and bitter. “Go ahead, Lucien! Hit me! Even if you kill me, some things will never change.”

Leaning in close to Lucien’s ear, he hissed:

“Like the fact that Norah is my fiancée… and that whore of a mother of yours—the one you’ll never find.”