Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 123

Revenge Amnesia: Upgraded to His Brother

Chapter 123

Norah’s POV

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“Give me some time,” Lucien said, his hands cupping my face. His forehead pressed against mine, our noses touching, breaths mingling. His eyes were earnest, pleading. “A month at most. I’ll gain full control of that channel and stabilize the group. Then, I will publicly call off the engagement. I’ll bear all the consequences.”

“Norah Hawthorne, listen to me. 1, Lucien Constantine, body and soul, past and future, belong only to you. There is no betrayal. There never will be. If you still dort believe me, I will call the media right now and announce the engagement is void.”

The determination in his eyes didn’t seem fake.

The overwhelming, intense love and pain that threatened to drown me couldn’t be fake, either.

Logic and emotion waged a fierce war inside my skull.

Believing him meant facing public gossip, the pressure from Amélie and Madame Kathy.

Not believing him, turning and leaving now, would shatter my heart, but it would be a clean break.

Yet, my thoughts instinctively drifted to the tiny life inside me, carrying his blood and mine.

I could feel the tension in his muscles; he was terrified I’d say the word “leave” again.

I closed my eyes and released a heavy, weary sigh.

When I opened them, my gaze held more clarity. “Lucien, this is the last time.”

“I’ll believe you this once. I’ll trust your plan and your promise.”

“But there will be no next time. None. If I discover you’ve hidden anything from me or deceived me again, for any reason…”

Lucien’s arms tightened around me. “There won’t be a next time. Norah, I swear on my life. Never again.”

I buried myself in work at the construction site and the temporary office, using frantic activity to exhaust all my energy, trying not to think about the man who had vanished from my life for three days.

My phone lay silent as a brick. No calls. No messages.

Lucien had disappeared again.

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“Thinking about your knight in tarnished armor again?” Irina walked in, balancing on ten–centimeter neeis.

“Honestly, Norah, you look no different from those heartbroken models who come sniffling to my office.”

I didn’t argue, just let my hand rest gently on my still–flat stomach.

This was now the only, the final, tangible link between him and me.

Irina stared at my abdomen, her expression complex. “Even after all this, you’re still not going to tell him?”

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“Tell him what?” The corner of my mouth twitched bitterly. “So he can, with his fiancée’s title secure, come and beg me to be his hidden mistress? Or so I can parade his child in front of his mother and his official bride–to–be?”

“Sounds like a viable strategy to me,” Irina shrugged, unbothered.

I shook my head and opened the order book in my hand, but the words blurred together.

Irina was right. I looked pathetic.

“Maybe this is for the best, actually,” Irina said, her tone shifting. “Thornbird just rose from the ashes. Paris still needs you here. Leaving now isn’t wise. Think of it as… an observation period. For both of you.”

I understood what she meant.

But these past few days, every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lucien standing next to Amélie.

He said he was handling everything, but did handling it require cutting off all contact with me?

My pregnancy–heightened emotions twisted inside me. Logic said to trust him; a deep, visceral unease and doubt threatened to consume me whole.

“Nono, did you skip breakfast again?”

Mateo’s voice cut through my dark thoughts.

He walked in carrying a thermal lunchbox, effortlessly setting out a nutritious meal on the table.

Lately, he’d appeared like clockwork, supervising my meals, reminding me to rest.

“Have you forgotten the doctor’s orders? You need to rest.” He pushed a bowl of soup toward me, his tone laced with genuine concern.

“Norah, one man is off ‘securing your future‘ by cozying up to an arms dealer’s daughter, while the other is here, delivering soup, attentive to your every need.” Irina leaned against the bar, arms crossed, a teasing glint in her eye. “Darling, if you don’t start a masterclass on managing men, it’s a crime.”

I was about to retort when Mateo chuckled.

He stood up and looked directly at Irina. “A queen can never have too many loyal knights.”

Then he turned to me, made a clumsy, almost comical gesture with his hand as if drawing an invisible sword. “As long as Queen Nono requires it, my blade is forever drawn in her service.”

Against my will, a laugh escaped me.

Some of the heavy gloom that had clung to me for days seemed to lighten with that sound.

“Is that so? Then doesn’t Mr. Vega possess rather too many blades for one man to wield honorably?”

A cold, utterly exhausted voice sounded from the doorway.

Lucien.

He stood there, dark circles heavy under his eyes, stubble shadowing his jaw, radiating pure exhaustion. His gaze was fixed on me, full of a raw, wounded grievance.

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