Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 83

**The Goodbye That Never Reached You and My Life Chasing 83**

**Chapter 83**

**Norah’s POV**

I stood there, a silent witness to Lucien’s retreat, each step he took felt like a dagger twisting deeper into my heart.

The ache was so profound that it constricted my breath, leaving me gasping as if the very air had turned to lead.

With every stride he took away from me, I felt as though another fragment of my soul was being severed, leaving a gaping wound that throbbed with despair.

It was a physical pain, sharp and unyielding, a relentless reminder of the love I had squandered.

But I remained mute, a prisoner of my own making, convinced that I deserved this torment.

I turned my gaze to the vast, black sea outside the window, its tumultuous waves mirrored the storm brewing within me.

How could I love him so fiercely, yet be so foolish as to push him away?

It was a terrifying thought, one that gnawed at me incessantly.

“Your knight is gone,” came Mateo’s voice, dripping with amusement from behind me.

He sounded like a cat that had finally caught its prey after toying with it, relishing in the moment.

I refused to acknowledge him, determined not to give him the satisfaction of witnessing my unraveling.

With trembling hands, I poured myself a glass of ice water, hoping the chill would somehow soothe the raging fire inside.

The cold liquid slid down my throat, but it did nothing to quell the inferno of anguish that consumed me.

“Nono, you don’t look happy,” Mateo remarked, his tone mocking as he approached, wrapping his arms around my waist.

His touch sent shivers down my spine, and I recoiled instinctively, forcing him away with more strength than I knew I possessed.

“Don’t touch me,” I hissed, my voice laced with venom, each word dripping with my disdain for him.

He merely leaned against the bar, that infuriating grin still plastered on his face, as if he found my pain amusing.

“You won, Mateo,” I said, finally turning to confront him. “You got exactly what you wanted. Lucien thinks there’s something between us. He must despise me now.”

“Hate?” Mateo chuckled, swirling his drink with a casual air. “I think he’d rather kill me.”

He took a leisurely sip, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “But that’s not what matters. What matters, Nono, is that you’re mine now. Tonight, you belong to me.”

His gaze held a sinister promise that sent a chill coursing through my veins.

Suddenly, a loud banging echoed through the room.

“Norah! Open the door!”

It was Lucien’s voice. My heart leaped into my throat, a mixture of hope and dread flooding my senses.

Mateo’s smile widened, his eyes dancing with delight. “Looks like your knight isn’t ready to give up just yet.”

I stood frozen, torn between the desire to run to him and the fear of what might happen next.

“Norah! Open the damn door or I’ll break it down!” Lucien’s voice was raw, laced with anger and panic.

“However,” she added, her gaze piercing through Lucien, “tonight, you will endure all punishments, regardless of who wins.”

The room buzzed with anticipation. I tugged at Lucien’s sleeve, desperation clawing at my insides.

“Let’s go,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath.

But to my shock, he simply accepted. “Fine.”

I stared at him, bewildered. Why would he agree to this degradation?

“You see?” Mateo leaned closer, his voice a silken whisper in my ear. “He could have refused. He just wants to please these wealthy women. He’s no different from me.”

His words cut deep, planting seeds of doubt in my already tumultuous heart.

As the dance commenced, I watched in horror as women flocked to Lucien, their intentions clear.

Amélie clung to him, while the Baroness wrapped her arms around his waist, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

The sight made my stomach churn, and I averted my gaze, reluctantly taking Mateo’s hand.

He maneuvered me closer to them, forcing me to witness the intimate touches and sultry whispers.

When Amélie pressed a kiss to Lucien’s cheek and he didn’t push her away, something inside me snapped.

“Nono, these women will devour him,” Mateo murmured, pulling me against him as if to shield me from the sight. “Are you angry? At me or at him?”

In a surge of frustration, I stomped on his foot, but he only laughed, the sound grating on my nerves.

Just then, the lights in the hall went out, plunging us into complete darkness.