Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59

Norah’s POV

I ran.

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My lungs burned, but my legs moved on their own.

The building in front of me was eating itself alive, flames roaring from

Heat slapped my face like an open palm.

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window.

I didn’t slow down.

Strong arms wrapped around me from behind, jerking me to a stop.

I fought, kicking and twisting, but the grip was iron.

“Norah! Stop! You can’t go in there!”

Lucien’s voice was rough in my ear, strained with smoke and fear.

“Let me go!” I screamed, beating my fists against his chest.

Tears blurred my vision, mixing with ash and sweat.

“The manuscript–it’s all I have left of her! It’s in there!”

“Damian!” Lucien shouted over my head.

He was stronger, pinning my arms to my sides.

“Hold her here! Don’t let her move!”

Then he let me go.

Just like that.

He turned and sprinted straight into the mouth of the inferno.

The fire swallowed him whole.

“Lucien-!”

His name tore from my throat, raw and broken.

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I watched his figure disappear into the wall of flame and choking black smoke.

My heart stopped. The world went silent.

All sound faded–the sirens, the roaring fire, Damian’s pleading behind me.

All I saw was his back, walking into hell.

I can’t lose him.

The truth hit me, clean and cruel.

It didn’t matter what had happened between us before.

None of it mattered.

I couldn’t lose this man.

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“Norah, please, don’t,” Damian begged, his hands firm on my shoulders, holding me back.

I didn’t even realize I was still trying to run.

Seconds stretched into eternity.

The fire roared like a living beast.

Beams cracked and fell inside with thunderous crashes.

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Distant sirens wailed, but they felt hours away.

I couldn’t wait. I had to go in. I struggled against Damian’s hold.

Then, a shadow moved in the fire.

A figure stumbled out of the flames, clutching a small, scorched metal box.

He took two steps and collapsed at my feet.

“Lucien!”

I fell to my knees, my hands flying to his face.

His forearm was badly burned, the skin angry and red.

His face was black with soot, his breathing a ragged, choking gasp.

He shoved the hot box into my arms.

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The metal scared my skin, but I barely felt it.

“Your… manuscript…” he rasped.

His eyes rolled back. His head fell against the ground. He went limp.

I clutched the box and looked down at his ash–streaked face.

Tears streamed down my own, cutting clean paths through the grime.

In that moment, every wall between us crumbled.

Every doubt turned to ash, blown away by the firestorm.

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The hospital room smelled sharply of antiseptic and silence.

Lucien had burns and smoke inhalation. The doctors said he’d have to stay at least overnight.

I sat in the stiff chair beside his bed, watching the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest.

Fear and gratitude warred inside me, a dizzying cocktail that left me breathless.

I lifted his uninjured hand, the one not wrapped in thick bandages, and pressed it to my cheek.

It was warm. Alive.

Tears welled in my eyes again, falling onto his palm.

I bent and kissed his forehead, my lips lingering on his skin.

Late that night, a nurse came in to change his bandages.

He barely stirred through the process, lost in a drug–heavy sleep.

I picked up a wet swab and gently dabbed at his cracked lips.

“Norah…”

His voice was a dry scrape, barely audible.

I jumped, the swab falling to the floor.

He’d opened his eyes.

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They were hazy with pain and medication, but they were fixed on me.

I started to stand, to call for the nurse, but his hand moved faster.

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He caught my wrist, his grip surprisingly strong, and pulled me down toward him.

I lost my balance, tumbling against his chest.

“Sorry…” we both said at the same time.

A weak, breathy laugh escaped me.

He didn’t let go. He held me there, my ear pressed against his chest.

I could hear his heart beating, strong and steady. A living drum.

“Norah,” he whispered into my hair, his voice raw but clear. “I love you.”

I closed my eyes, the last of the tension draining from my body.

“I know, Lucien,” I breathed back.

I listened to the rhythm of his heart, and finally, finally, I was at peace.

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