**The Goodbye That Never Reached You and My Life Chasing 124**
**Chapter 124**
**Lucien’s POV**
As I stepped out of Thornbird’s temporary office, a heavy sense of dread enveloped me, pulling me back toward the apartment I once shared with Norah.
This place, once a sanctuary for just the two of us, now felt like a hollow shell.
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Amélie’s belongings had been cleared away, but the lingering scent of her sickly sweet perfume clung to the air like an unwelcome ghost. It was a constant reminder that this space, once filled with laughter and love, had been tainted. Nothing felt pure anymore; nothing at all.
I made a beeline for the bar, pouring myself a generous measure of whiskey. I tossed it back in one swift motion, feeling the fiery burn cascade down my throat. Yet, no matter how harsh the alcohol was, it did nothing to alleviate the heavy, aching weight that settled in my chest.
After Eleanor’s fall, I had believed clarity was finally within reach. I thought Norah and I had found a path forward, a way to escape the chaos surrounding us.
But, as fate would have it, we had merely stumbled into another dead end, one that felt even more suffocating.
My thoughts drifted back to the day before Amélie’s arrival, to the memory of Norah wrapped in my arms—her skin radiating warmth, her eyes ablaze with passion. That was her at her most exquisite, the embodiment of beauty and strength.
But then, Amélie’s piercing screams shattered that blissful reverie, yanking me back into this grim reality.
That very night, I found myself at the old mansion, pouring my heart out to my mother.
“I will only ever marry Norah,” I declared, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me.
But she was relentless, insisting that I must get engaged to Amélie.
Just then, Robert Veyron, Amélie’s slimy father, interrupted my thoughts with a phone call that sent a chill down my spine.
“Constantine, I heard my daughter ran out of your place in tears today,” he sneered.
“Mr. Veyron, that’s a private matter between Amélie and me,” I replied, trying to maintain my composure.
“Private?” He laughed, a sound devoid of warmth. “Lucien, have you forgotten? I pulled your mother from the depths of the sea. You sit in that Chairman’s seat because I paved the way for you. How do you intend to repay that debt?”
“Mr. Veyron…”
“One demand,” he interrupted, his tone commanding. “Marry Amélie. Unite our families. If not, I’ll not only sever the Eastern European shipping route but will also ensure your mother finds herself at an international tribunal. I’ll expose the truth about your family’s dealings in the Middle East.”
He had me cornered, using my mother as leverage, weaponizing the entire Constantine Group against me.
“You have no choice, Lucien,” he asserted, his voice dripping with malice.
“Three days. I expect to see your engagement to Amélie plastered across the news,” he concluded.
In a fit of rage, I hurled my phone across the room, the sound of it crashing against the wall echoing my fury.
Desperation drove me to seek out my mother again.
“Mother, I love her! You don’t understand how profoundly I love her,” I pleaded, my voice trembling with emotion.
I recounted the first time I laid eyes on Norah, standing quietly in the corner at Damian’s birthday party, wearing a pure white dress. She seemed so innocent, so out of place in our tainted world.
I had longed to speak to her, but Damian had arrived first, and soon I learned they were together. That knowledge forced me to keep my distance. She was Damian’s woman, my brother’s love. I became a silent observer, watching from the shadows as she wasted her brilliance on that fool. It drove me to the brink of madness.
Every time he hurt her, a part of me screamed for vengeance.
Then came the accident. Damian had asked me to pretend to be her boyfriend while she struggled with her lost memories. Finally, I could stand beside her openly, and I thought it was my chance to claim her heart.
“Mother, after you vanished, I was lost. I never felt happiness again until Norah came into my life. She is the light that pierces through my darkness, the warmth that ignites my heart. She makes me feel alive again.”
“Now that Eleanor is gone and Damian is a wreck, I can finally make Norah happy. I can give her the home she deserves.”
“I thought we could finally have a future together…” My voice faltered, breaking under the weight of my sorrow. “Why… why is it still forbidden?”
My mother fell silent, her gaze distant as if she were wrestling with her own demons.
Finally, she reached out, her hand brushing against my cheek, her eyes brimming with pain and helplessness.



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