Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

I jolted awake, my body drenched in cold sweat, the remnants of a chaotic dream clinging to my mind.

The image of Norah, riding that sleek jet-black stallion across the racetrack, flashed vividly before me. She looked like a streak of dark lightning, charging fiercely at Hurricane. Her small frame radiated an almost blinding brilliance.

In that moment, she wasn’t the cautious, composed fiancée I had known—she transformed into a dazzling beam of light, fearless and alive.

A painful wave of regret crashed over me, tightening my chest until it ached unbearably.

It hit me suddenly—what I had truly lost was not just a perfect partner capable of handling everything with grace, but the only source of light in my otherwise shadowed life.

All of Serena’s manipulations, Mother’s iron grip, and the endless indulgences now seemed petty and ugly when compared to Norah’s genuine glow.

Determined, I vowed to myself: I would do whatever it took to win Norah back. Nothing else mattered.

The next morning, I woke with a pounding headache, the dull throb a reminder of the restless night.

Before I could fully clear the fog from my mind, the butler appeared at my door, holding an iPad with a solemn expression.

“Sir, Madam requests your presence in the study immediately,” he said quietly.

Rubbing my temples, I snatched the tablet from him, impatience flickering through me.

But the moment I glanced at the screen, the haze and headache vanished like smoke.

[Fallen heiress sacrifices herself to save someone! Fashion icon Clémentine de Var names Norah Hawthorne the sole heir!]

[The royal racetrack erupts into chaos. Damian Constantine’s scandal threatens his position as heir to a wealthy dynasty!]

The photo showed Norah soaring atop Onyx, the same image from yesterday when I’d been barred by bodyguards from the VIP area.

Damn it.

In a burst of frustration, I threw the tablet against the wall, the screen shattering into jagged pieces.

Storming upstairs, I flung open the study door without hesitation.

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“Look at what you’ve done, Damian.”

My mother stood facing the enormous window, her back rigid and unyielding.

She whipped around, flinging a thick report at me with sharp force.

“Every time Norah appears, everything falls apart. Our plans crumble, and every arrangement turns into a farce!”

“I told you to stay away from her, yet you ignored me!”

“Look at the public backlash now. That old woman Clémentine has secured her position, and we’ve become the laughingstock of society. Your heir score is plummeting. Damian, you’ve failed me.”

With a sudden, violent motion, she grabbed an antique vase from the table and smashed it on the floor.

The porcelain exploded into shards, scattering like stars across the polished wood. I stood frozen, but a fragment grazed my hand, drawing blood.

I stared at my mother—always the one who tried to control my every move, now treating me like a disposable tool because I no longer served her purpose.

A fierce wave of disgust and rebellion surged through me.

To hell with the family. To hell with the heirship. To hell with the plan.

“Enough!” I snapped, my voice trembling with emotion. “All you care about is the plan, the profits, that damn heir title!”

My mother’s eyes widened in shock.

“I love Norah.”

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