Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 85

**The Goodbye That Never Reached You and My Life Chasing 85**
**Revenge Amnesia: Upgraded to His Brother**

**+8 Pearls**

**Chapter 85**

**Norah’s POV**

Silence enveloped me as I chose not to respond.

A choice that felt like a rebellion against the chaos around me.

Mateo, however, was relentless.

He never played by the rules.

He never offered me an option.

In an instant, his lips crashed down upon mine, an overwhelming force that swept away my thoughts.

This was no mere kiss; it was an invasion, a claim staked on my very soul.

I pushed against his chest, my hands meeting the solid wall of his muscle, but it was like pushing against a boulder.

His arm encircled my waist, a vise that held me captive.

There was no escape.

“Stop resisting, Nono,” he murmured, his voice low and sultry.

“Just let yourself enjoy it.”

His words were a searing caress against my lips, igniting a fire I desperately wished to extinguish.

I wanted to curse him, to unleash my fury, but he seized the moment, deepening the kiss with a fervor that silenced my protests.

My heart raced, a frantic bird trapped in a cage, fluttering against the bars of my own emotions.

Anger surged within me, sharp and unyielding, yet beneath it lurked something far more treacherous—a warmth that both thrilled and terrified me.

Then he whispered, his voice a dark, seductive purr that sent shivers down my spine.

“Your knight is busy, darling.”

“That hag in green—her lips are all over his neck.”

“And Amélie… she’s biting his lip right now.”

My head whipped around instinctively, a desperate need to see, to deny the truth.

But Mateo was quicker.

His hand covered my eyes, plunging me into a suffocating darkness.

Blinded, every other sense erupted into vivid clarity.

The room transformed into a cacophony of depravity.

I could hear wet moans, the ragged breaths of desire, and the rustling of expensive fabric brushing against skin.

The air thickened, saturated with the intoxicating scent of high-end perfume, mingling with sweat and raw lust.

“Oh, Nono,” Mateo breathed, his lips brushing against my earlobe, sending electric tingles racing down my spine.

“It only gets better.”

“The Baroness… her hand is inside his shirt now.”

“Tracing little circles on his chest.”

“And Amélie… oh, she just undid his belt.”

His words painted a vivid, brutal picture in my mind, each detail more humiliating than the last.

I could see it—Lucien, surrounded by those women, their intentions clear as day.

His face wore a mask of strained patience, the tension palpable as they mauled him.

Their red lips smeared across his skin, their hands claiming what was rightfully mine.

A hot wave of emotion crashed over me, a mix of rage and a sharp, shameful jealousy.

My body trembled, betraying me against my will.

“Nono, you’re turned on,” Mateo chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest and reverberating into mine.

He knew.

He could feel the heat radiating from me.

His mouth left mine, trailing a hot, wet path down my chin, lingering at the frantic pulse at the base of my throat.

His tongue swept up my neck, then bit down just hard enough to elicit a gasp from my lips.

“Your body is far more honest than you are,” he taunted, a wicked glint in his eyes.

I loathed him for it.

But more than that, I loathed myself.

After everything that had transpired with Damian, I had convinced myself that only Lucien’s touch would ever feel right.

“Dance with me!”

“Kiss my feet, right now!”

The vulgar demands piled up, each one more degrading than the last.

Lucien shot me one last, devastating glance—

A look that screamed, *I came back for you, and this is what I get.*

Then he turned away, a brittle smile plastered on his face as he faced the ravenous women.

Fragments of conversation drifted from the circle around him, clues of desperation:

“Your mother, Kathy… she came to me before she vanished…”

“Wanted money… looked terrified…”

“I told her not to be rash, but she wouldn’t listen…”

I watched him, my heart shattering with each word.

He was selling himself, degrading himself for scraps of information about his mother.

Then Madame DuBois took to the stage, her lips curling into a malicious smirk.

“And now, the moment we’ve all been waiting for!”

“Our King will perform a striptease for us!”

Lucien stood on the small stage, his expression utterly blank, the weight of the moment pressing down on him.

That was it.

I couldn’t bear to watch any longer.

With a sudden surge of strength I didn’t know I possessed, I shoved Mateo aside and ran toward Lucien.

I had to rescue him from this hell.

But I barely managed two steps before a hand clamped onto my arm, halting me in my tracks.

“Stop.”

Amélie stood before me, blocking my path, her eyes blazing with possessive fury.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Lucien is mine tonight.”