Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 134

**The Goodbye That Never Reached You and My Life Chasing 134**

**Chapter 134**

**Norah’s POV**

**52%**

Finished.

“Is everything sorted?” I stood by the expansive floor-to-ceiling window in his office, my gaze fixed on him as he ended a phone call. The city sprawled out beneath us, a mosaic of lights and life, but my focus was entirely on the man who had become my world.

He approached me, his strong arms encircling my waist from behind. I could feel the warmth radiating from him, and he rested his chin on my shoulder, his breath a comforting whisper against my skin. “Yes, it’s all taken care of. The last remnants of the moles Eleanor embedded in the corporation have been eradicated. The Constantine Group is now completely clean,” he declared, a hint of pride lacing his voice.

“Congratulations, Mr. Constantine,” I replied, turning to face him. I noticed the faint shadows under his eyes, signs of the relentless battle he had fought. A genuine smile spread across my face, happiness for him bubbling up inside me.

In a matter of days, he had dismantled the power Eleanor had meticulously built over the years. His methods were ruthless, yet there was something undeniably captivating about his resolve. It was both terrifying and mesmerizing, a dance on the edge of darkness.

“Isn’t my victory also yours?” He leaned in, attempting to capture my lips in a kiss, but I instinctively turned away, a wave of uncertainty washing over me.

He pinched my chin gently, his brow furrowing in concern. “What’s troubling you?”

“Nothing, really. I was just mulling over your Ms. Veyron. Isn’t today the day for her wedding photoshoot?” I asked, trying to keep my tone casual, but my heart raced with unspoken worries.

Lucien pulled me back into his embrace, his chin resting against my shoulder once more. “That kind of tedious farce isn’t worth my time,” he murmured, as if dismissing the entire affair with a wave of his hand.

“And what about the proud Ms. Veyron? Will she really perform a one-woman show in front of the camera all by herself?” I tilted my head to meet his gaze, a teasing smile playing on my lips.

“I’ve already sent Mateo,” he replied nonchalantly.

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Mateo? If you sent him, won’t Amélie explode with fury the moment she finds out?” I couldn’t help but feel a mix of concern and amusement.

“Better to drive her mad than let her feel content,” Lucien said, his lips brushing against my ear, his voice dripping with wicked amusement. “Besides, isn’t it fitting to have one madman deal with another?”

His twisted logic sparked a flicker of amusement in me, but before I could respond, my phone—lying innocently on the desk—lit up with a news notification.

[CENTURY UNION! CONSTANTINE AND VEYRON FAMILIES OFFICIALLY ANNOUNCE WEDDING DATE, CRAFTING PARIS’S MOST LAVISH WEDDING OF THE YEAR!]

The article painted Amélie as the quintessential socialite—a perfect blend of lineage, beauty, and talent—the ideal new mistress of the Constantine estate.

Suddenly, the smile I wore faded into nothingness.

Yes, in the eyes of the world, Amélie was the radiant star, the leading lady.

And I, Norah Hawthorne, was simply another footnote in Lucien’s romantic narrative.

The bitterness and resentment that I had been suppressing surged within me like a tidal wave.

I pushed him away abruptly, needing space to breathe.

“Norah,” he said, grabbing my hand with a frown etched on his face. “We had an agreement.”

**52%**

**Chapter 134**

Finished.

“I agreed to play my role in this charade with you, but you can’t expect me to cheer and celebrate while the entire Parisian media broadcasts your wedding to another woman. As long as she remains your so-called fiancée, even for a single day, I will feel nauseous,” I retorted, my voice trembling with suppressed emotion.

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