Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 62

Norah’s POV

A day later, with Madame Clémentine’s help, I secured two invitations.

That weekend, the Royal Golf Club was filled with the city’s elite.

Damian was in his wheelchair, while I pushed him along.

He scanned the crowd for his target–Minister Villard.

“There–Norah, over there,” he said, his voice tense with excitement.

I followed his gaze: Villard was chatting and laughing with a group of business leaders.

“Let’s go say hello,” Damian said, already wheeling himself forward.

Just then, a commotion stirred at the entrance.

I knew the other key player had arrived.

Lucien, looking effortlessly elegant in a casual suit, with Katarina clinging to his arm.

She held onto him tightly, a smug smile on her face.

Damian’s expression darkened. “Why is he here?”

“Maybe Villard invited him too,” I said, feigning worry.

Damian didn’t hesitate. “Push me–now. I need to see Villard.”

I pretended to push, but the soft grass made the wheelchair move slowly. We were repeatedly stopped by guests greeting Damian.

By the time we broke free, Lucien was already beside Minister Villard, glass in hand.

I couldn’t hear what he said, but Villard looked pleased, even patting Lucien on the shoulder.

Damian’s face turned grim. He glared in their direction. “Damn it…”

Katarina swayed over, fussing with Lucien’s tie in a sickeningly sweet gesture.

He didn’t push her away.

He looked down at her with a fond smile.

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I swayed slightly, as if the sight had shaken me.

“Norah!” Damian’s attention snapped from Lucien to me. He steadied me, alarmed. “Don’t look. He’s not worth it.”

“I’m fine,” I said stubbornly, still staring toward Lucien.

At the luncheon that followed, I played the part of the most attentive companion.

“Your tie is crooked, Damian.” I leaned in to adjust his collar.

“Open up. Try this–it’s sweet.” I speared a piece of melon and brought it to his lips.

Damian basked in the attention, casting smug looks toward the other table.

Lucien murmured something; Katarina giggled, her eyes full of adoration.

When I fed Damian a piece of orange and dabbed the juice from his lips with a napkin, Lucien stood up so abruptly his chair fell over.

He pulled Katarina toward him and marched straight to our table.

The room fell silent as all eyes turned to us.

Lucien stopped before us, looking down at Damian and me.

Katarina leaned against him, giving me a mocking look.

Damian raised his chin, meeting Lucien’s gaze.

Lucien spoke softly to the woman in his arms:

“Darling, this is my brother Damian… and his new plaything.”

His tone was deliberately casual.

I looked at Damian, hurt.

He squeezed my hand. “Watch your mouth, Lucien. Norah is not a plaything to me.”

Damian gazed at me with fervent sincerity. “She’s the one I swear to protect for the rest of my life.”

Lucien kept his casual smile, but his clenched fist betrayed his anger.

Katarina clung to him and said sweetly, “Congratulations, Norah. What an honor to be

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Damian’s ‘only one“”

Damian tightened his grip on my hand.

I didn’t pull away, but my smile faded.

I whispered to him, “Katarina’s perfume is making me nauseous. I need some air.”

Damian was too busy working the room to accompany me.

I left the banquet hall alone.

I made my way through the crowd and slipped into the gardens behind the clubhouse.

The area was deserted, with only neatly trimmed hedges and a few tall oak trees.

A breeze carried the scent of soil and grass, but it did little to calm the restless beating in my chest.

I found a secluded corner and took deep breaths, trying to steady myself.

“Nice performance, miss.”

A familiar teasing voice came from behind me.

I turned to find Lucien standing a short distance away.

He leaned against an oak tree, arms crossed, a slight smile on his face.

“Likewise. The chemistry between Mr. Lucien and Miss Katarina was seamless,” I retorted.

He chuckled and walked closer, his eyes never leaving mine.

“You think I didn’t notice every look, every move you made was for

my benefit?”

His stare made me feel guilty, but I held my ground.

“And what about it? You and Katarina played your parts perfectly too. That doting smile? I was nearly fooled.”

He stopped in front of me and raised a hand to stroke my cheek.

“You think I enjoyed watching you with Damian like that?” His voice grew rough. “Do you know how much I wanted to lock you away, out of everyone’s reach, when I saw you fixing his tie and feeding him?”

My heart raced, but I kept my chin up. “It wasn’t real. Why are you so upset?”

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“Not real?” He pulled me firmly into his arms, his hands gripping my waist. “Do you think everything he said to you was an act too?”

I struggled, but he held me tighter.

I could feel his heart pounding.

“Don’t mention him!” I snapped.

“Everywhere he touched-” He lowered his head, and his lips met mine.

“Here…” His lips brushed the corner of my mouth.

“Here…” They burned a trail down my throat. “His scent is all over you.”

His kisses were possessive, determined to erase any trace Damian had left.

“Disinfecting you… all of it.”

My body softened against his; I clung to his shoulders and surrendered.

I gasped between kisses. “You’re being unreasonable…”

His breathing was ragged. “Reason? Norah, you’re my only reason. Watching you by someone else’s side is driving me insane–even if it’s an act.”

His tongue parted my lips with demanding intensity, claiming my mouth.

My mind went blank; my body responded honestly.

My hands moved on their own, fingers tangling in his soft hair.

Just as the kiss deepened, the sound of wheels on gravel interrupted us-“Norah! Norah, where are you?”

Damian.

We both froze.

Lucien reacted instantly, pulling me behind a thick hedge and shielding me with his body.

We held our breaths, hearts pounding, as Damian’s voice drew nearer–heading straight for us…

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