Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4

My lips quivered uncontrollably. “What? No, I swear I really…” I stammered, struggling to find the right words.

Lucien’s voice was steady, almost detached. “When you woke up in the hospital, your right hand instinctively reached for the ring mark on your left.” He paused, eyes steady. “Someone truly suffering from amnesia wouldn’t even remember that they wore an engagement ring.”

I parted my lips, ready to protest, but the words caught in my throat. My heart hammered wildly in my chest.

How had Lucien noticed such minute details about me? Was it possible he had seen through my deception from the very beginning?

He didn’t give me time to respond. His finger gently traced the faint scar hidden behind my ear. “And this,” he said quietly, “is from when you fell off a horse at sixteen. If your memory was truly gone, you wouldn’t have tried to cover it with your hair when the doctor examined you.”

My legs suddenly turned to jelly. How on earth could he know about that? We were barely acquaintances—almost strangers, really. I was certain I had never met him before; after all, I had only just arrived in Paris back then.

“Why… why didn’t you call me out earlier?” I whispered, dropping the facade at last.

A dangerous smirk curved his lips. “Because I wanted to watch the game you were playing unfold.”

He stepped closer, and I instinctively retreated, my back pressing against the cold, smooth glass of the floor-to-ceiling window. His fingers slid to the nape of my neck. “And because Damian, that fool, doesn’t deserve you.”

His knee found its place between my legs, the city’s glowing lights casting his silhouette in a haunting glow behind him.

His lips descended once more, this time slower, more deliberate.

I should have pushed him away, maintained my composure for the sake of the revenge I had planned.

But as his tongue slipped inside my mouth, a sudden rush of heat spread low in my abdomen.

Damian had never kissed me like this. In fact, he rarely kissed me at all. Five years together, yet intimacy had always been absent, just as he had said.

“Revenge feels good, doesn’t it?” Lucien’s breath was hot against my ear, his hand sliding to rest on my hip. “Imagine how it’ll feel when he finds out his fiancée is moaning in his brother’s bed…”

I should have been overwhelmed with shame, but instead, a dark thrill coursed through me.

That video came back to mind—the proof of betrayal.

Let Damian taste the bitterness of deceit.

Let Serena realize she had stolen nothing but a worthless man.

Rising on my toes, I kissed Lucien’s throat, feeling the subtle vibration beneath my lips.

“Bedroom,” I gasped. “Now.”

A low growl escaped Lucien’s throat as he swept me effortlessly into his arms.

As we moved down the hallway, my back brushed against a nearby painting, a sharp sting flaring, but I ignored it.

His kisses burned like wildfire along my neck, tracing a path across my collarbone while his fingers hurriedly undid the buttons of my shirt.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, pausing suddenly, his stormy gray-blue eyes locking onto mine. “This isn’t some game, Norah.”

I met his gaze, this almost stranger who knew so much about me, and reached to unbuckle his belt. “I’ve never been more certain.”

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