Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 53

Norah’s POV

Damian called me into his study. The room was all dark wood and cold air. He handed me a thin folder with a slick smile.

“A token of my sincerity,” he said, like he was handing me a winning lottery ticket.

I flipped through the papers inside. Asset transfer agreement. A luxury apartment downtown. Some fancy watches. A few stocks.

Big fucking deal.

It was nothing compared to what my parents had left me. Not even close. This was pocket change–chump money for a quiet girl who knew how to stay silent.

I was about to tell him where he could shove his apology when his phone rang. He glanced at the screen. His smile dropped.

It was Eleanor.

“Sorry, Norah. I have to take this.” He wheeled himself into the bedroom and shut the door. Hard.

I put the folder down. My heart beat faster.

Something wasn’t right.

I moved quietly to the door and pressed my ear against the cool wood.

His voice was low, tense. I caught pieces.

“Madrid? What happened?… A male model? What are you talking about?… Understood. I’ll handle it.”

He sounded nervous. Scared, even.

Since when does Damian get scared?

A moment later, the door swung open. He jumped when he saw me standing there.

“Norah! What are you doing?”

“I was going to ask if you wanted a drink,” I said, calm. Too calm.

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Chapter 53

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“No. It’s fine. There’s an emergency at the company. I have to go.” He straightened his collar, avoiding my eyes. Then he was gone, moving fast.

I looked at the useless papers on the desk. Madrid. Male model.

My instincts were screaming. This was bigger than a cheating scandal.

Back at my studio, the air still smelled of paint and betrayal.

And someone was waiting for me.

Serena.

She stood by the window, her face pale. She looked… different. Not the proud, sneering rival I remembered. Her eyes were red, like she’d been crying.

“Norah,” she said softly. “Can we talk?”

“I don’t think we have anything left to say to each other,” I replied, not moving from the door.

She swallowed. “Damian never lost his memory, did he?”

I froze but didn’t turn around.

“He came to me,” she said, her voice shaking. “After you left the château. He warned me to stay away from you. He said… my baby was lucky to survive the last time.” She choked on the words. “He said after the baby is born, he’ll stage my death. Make it look like I ran away. He wants my child to grow up hating me. Thinking I was a gold–digging whore who abandoned him.”

She broke down, crouching on the floor, sobbing into her hands.

“Norah, I was wrong. So wrong. I shouldn’t have betrayed you. I thought he loved me. But to him, I’m less than nothing. Disposable.”

A bitter smile touched my lips. “What do you want me to do, Serena? Forgive you?”

“It’s not about me anymore!” she cried, despair raw in her eyes. “I just want my baby to be safe. That’s all.”

She reached for my hand. I stepped back. Her face went white. She collapsed onto the floor, her bag tipping over. Stuff spilled out–prenatal vitamins, pregnancy books, a worn ultrasound photo.

That little blurry shape on the image tugged at something deep and stupid inside me.

Memories flashed, quick and painful: us studying together in the library, laughing after winning awards, sharing secrets only best friends knew.

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Before all this. Before him.

Serena pushed herself up, wiping her face. “I’ve always been jealous of you, Norah. Your grades, the way people admired you… When Damian noticed me, I thought it proved I was better. But

none of that matters now.”

“I’m not asking you to forgive me. I know I don’t deserve it. But if I do nothing, my child won’t live to see its first birthday.” Her eyes burned with a new fire. “I know their secrets, Norah. I can tell you how they stole from you. Everything.”

She pulled a black USB drive from her bag. “This has everything from the last five years. Forged signatures, trust fund transfers. And your parents‘ winery–they used it as collateral. It’s going to be auctioned off next week.”

I took the USB. Cool. Light.

I already knew most of this. Lucien and I had dug up plenty. If this was all she had, it wasn’t enough.

“Spare me the act,” I said, voice cold. “You’re using me to save yourself.”

She flinched but didn’t look away. “Yes. I am. But helping me helps you. My condition is this: when it’s over, you make sure my child is recognized by the Constantine family. He gets what’s rightfully his. Not Damian’s. His.”

She leaned closer, voice dropping to a whisper. “There’s one more secret. The worst one. Before

your accident, Damian went to Madrid. He slept with a male model named Mateo. Mateo belongs to Carlos Vega. Vega is hunting the man who touched his property.”

My pulse spiked. Madrid. Male model.

Now Damian’s panicked call made sense.

I pocketed the USB. “I understand. We’re allies now.”

Relief washed over her face. She looked like she might collapse again.

As I watched her leave, a plan began to form in my head. Cold. Clear.

I wouldn’t just leak this to the padrino. I wouldn’t just force Damian to return what he stole.

I wanted it all. The company. The properties. The power. The truth about my parents.

And I was going to get it all back–every last piece.

This time, I play for keeps.