Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Norah’s POV

I hadn’t expected Katarina to risk everything for a moment of petty victory.

I’d underestimated her jealousy–and Lucien’s effect on her.

Being this close to him yet not having his affection was torture for any woman.

Lucien growled, “Katarina, are you insane?”

Her eyes were red. “She has all of you. Right now, I’m just asking for one kiss. Lucien, since when did you become so principled?”

She looked at me. “Will you protect your precious ‘purity, or let me have this kiss? Decide, Norah. Blow up the plan, or let him kiss me.”

Seconds ticked by.

My heart pounded in my throat.

As the distance between Lucien and Katarina closed, I didn’t answer–I turned away.

I knew he should give her that kiss.

But I couldn’t bear to watch.

Jealousy burned in my chest.

Damian reached me, but his attention was caught by the pair behind me.

“Get a room!”

He laughed coldly. “Looks like Lucien is completely wrapped around Katarina. One dance and he’s already hard.”

I kept my face averted. “Is that so? What did he do?”

Damian squeezed my hand. “He just picked Katarina up and carried her to a room. Norah, you look terrible… you still care about him, don’t you?”

Of course I cared.

And Lucien had passed the test–he had not kissed Katarina.

I put on a hurt expression.”

Without a word, I pushed Damian back to the lounge.

I went straight to the cabinet, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, poured a full glass, and downed it.

“Norah! Slow down!” Damian hurried over, trying to stop me.

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I pushed him away, my eyes red. “Leave me alone! Damian, tell me–how could he do this to me

I drank glass after glass; the alcohol hit me fast,and my words began to slur.

“I must have been blind–to fall for a bastard like that!”

Cursing, I poured a drink for Damian. “You’re better, Damian. Only you…” I hiccuped, ” only you truly treat

me well.”

He drank with me.

“You’re right, Norah, you’re right! He’s scum! Don’t waste your tears on him–he’s not worth it!”

“Not worth it…” I slumped over the table. “But I can’t accept it. Why does he get accepted so easily–even Minister Villard praises him. You’ve worked so hard for this project. You’re a hundred times better than he

is!”

My drunken concern and indignation clearly flattered Damian.

“Don’t worry, Norah.” He took a big gulp. “That old fox Villard–he might seem impressed with Lucien, but the project is as good as mine!”

“Really, Damian?”

“My mother greased the wheels–she gifted several rare paintings from her private collection! Those are her

treasures!”

“And to cover the funding gap, she even pawned the Heart of the Ocean necklace my grandmother left her! That was her most cherished heirloom!”

He grew more excited, all caution gone.

“So this project will be mine–no one can take it!”

Rare paintings. Heart of the Ocean…

Eleanor, your financial hole is even bigger than I thought.

I wiped away fake tears and choked up, “But what does it matter? Even if you get the project, I still have nothing.”

“My studio is gone… I want to prove myself, but I don’t even have a platform. And Katarina–she still has Elysian Dream, all the best resources… she has everything…”

I buried my face in my arms on the table, my shoulders shaking with sobs.

“If–if I could have Elysian Dream, even just a part of it, I could stand on my own again. I could help you

Couldn’t I?”

…it cry.” Damian set down his glass and bent to hug me. “It’s just a lingerie brand. If you want it, I’ll give it to you! What belongs to my mother is also mine–and what’s mine is yours!”

“I’ll give you Elysian Dream–I’ll make you its sole owner!”

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Buried in his arms, I listened to his promises, my eyes cold.

The next day, the gossip headlines were all about my split with Lucien:

[Champagne Splash–Norah Hawthorne and Lucien Constantine’s Fallout; Constantine Family Feud Escalates!]

Damian came to me with a stack of documents. “Norah, Mother has agreed to let us be together!”

“Really? Damian!”

“Absolutely! The project contract is signed–Minister Villard even mentioned you to her,” he said, sounding thrilled.

“And these–the overseas distribution lists for Elysian Dream and a portion of the online retail equity. I’ve already transferred the channels and equity to the company you told me about.”

He pointed to the signature line. “Look, I copied my mother’s handwriting. Pretty good, right? She’s so focused on the project she won’t even notice.”

I took the papers, staring at the forged signature, feeling a surge of dark satisfaction.

Eleanor, you never imagined: you taught Damian to forge signatures to steal my parents‘ estate. Now I’m using him to forge yours–to take what’s yours.

I made my eyes shine with gratitude. “Damian, you–you really did all this for me?”

“Of course!” He clasped my hands earnestly. “This is just the beginning, Norah. I’ll give you the best of everything. I’ll restore you to where you belong!”

“Thank you, Damian…” I fell into his arms, letting tears wet his shirt. “I don’t know what to say–how can I ever repay you?”

He held me, satisfied. “Just believe me, Norah–that I’m the one who loves you most in this world.”

I only believed that very soon, Damian would have nothing left.

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