Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 32

He reached inside his jacket and pulled out a thick bundle of sketch papers, carefully folded and pristine.

One by one, he laid them out across the bed beside me, revealing page after page covered with drawings—each one a portrayal of me.

There I was, captured sketching by the window, caught in a rare moment of intense focus. Another showed me laughing freely in the studio, head thrown back, hair cascading wildly. Yet another depicted me staring thoughtfully into the distance, lost in a world only I knew. These were angles I had never realized he had observed, intimate glimpses of my life I hadn’t known he had witnessed so closely.

It was unsettling, the depth of his attention—more invasive than the ropes binding me. A violation that burrowed beneath my skin, making my heart race with discomfort.

“Norah, do you understand now?” His voice softened, almost dreamlike, tinged with obsession. “From that very first charity gala… to the racetrack… you’ve never left my mind.”

His finger traced the delicate lines of one sketch—my profile, the gentle curve of my neck. “The way you looked at that horse… like you understood it, like fire. I can’t forget it.”

He leaned in, and the scent of his cologne—sharp, expensive—filled the air between us.

“Why didn’t you choose me?” His tone darkened, edged with frustration. “Why Lucien?”

“He’s a spoiled playboy, a womanizer,” he spat out. “He’s been with so many women, it would make you sick.”

His breath brushed my cheek, warm and invasive.

“Only I truly care about you, Norah. I love you. I can’t live without you…”

His words repeated like a broken record, possessive and desperate. But with each sentence, his eyes seemed to drift further away, unhinged and wild.

A low groan interrupted his rambling. From the armchair nearby, Serena stirred.

Her eyelids fluttered open slowly, confusion clouding her gaze before it settled on us. Fear sparked in her eyes.

“Damian?” Her voice trembled, fragile. “What… what are you doing?”

Damian turned toward her, a wide smile spreading across his face, oddly cheerful—like a man hosting a twisted party.

“Serena. You’re awake. Good.”

He held up the sketches like a gift. “I have something for you.”

Then his gaze shifted back to me. His fingers reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face—a touch that made my skin crawl.

“Hasn’t she always been jealous of you?” he asked Serena, though his eyes never left me. “Trying to steal everything that should be yours—your spotlight, your recognition?”

Lowering his voice to a cold, conspiratorial whisper, he continued, “Now, I’ll punish her for you. We’ll make her watch. We’ll make her see the man she claims to love give you the pleasure she denies him. We’ll make her heart die completely…”

Every hair on my body stood on end. What kind of monster thinks this way?

I struggled against the ropes, adrenaline surging through my veins. The rough fibers bit into my raw wrists and ankles.

Damian watched me, tilting his head like I was some puzzle he was trying to solve. Then, to my shock, he bent down and began untying the ropes around my ankles, then my wrists.

“Don’t be scared, Norah,” he whispered, voice soft but eerie. “I don’t want a puppet. I want you to feel everything. I want you to experience the pleasure I give you. Willingly.”

The moment the last rope slipped away, I shoved him hard, desperate to break free. I scrambled off the bed, lunging for the door.

But my feet, numb from being bound so long, betrayed me. The instant my weight hit the floor, they buckled beneath me.

I crashed onto the dusty floorboards, the air knocked out of my lungs. A wave of weakness washed over me. My arms and legs felt like lead.

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