Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 65

**The Goodbye That Never Reached You and My Life Chasing 65**

**Chapter 65**

**Norah’s POV**

A relentless downpour enveloped Paris, transforming the night into a blurred canvas of darkness and rain. Each droplet seemed to carry the weight of the city’s secrets, and as I stepped out into the storm, I felt the world around me dissolve into a watery haze.

I maneuvered my car into a shadowy alcove, the engine’s purr fading as I turned up the collar of my trench coat, a futile attempt to shield myself from the onslaught. With a deep breath, I dashed into the deluge, the gold-tinted rain immediately saturating my hair and clinging to my clothes. But in that moment, I couldn’t have cared less. My heart raced with a mix of exhilaration and anticipation.

As I approached the entrance, I entered the code that had become second nature to me. The door slid open with a whisper, welcoming me into the warmth of the apartment. Before I could even gather my thoughts, a powerful arm pulled me inside, the door closing behind me with a finality that shut out the storm.

In an instant, I found myself pressed against a solid, warm chest. The familiar scent of cedar and whiskey enveloped me, and I knew without a doubt it was Lucien.

“Are you out of your mind? Running around in this rain—where’s your umbrella?” he chastised, his voice a mix of concern and frustration, yet his arms tightened around me, as if he feared I might slip away.

Before I could respond, his lips crashed onto mine, fierce and hungry. The kiss was a tempest of emotions, and I met his intensity with equal fervor, our desperation igniting a fire between us. He buried his face in the curve of my neck, holding me as though I was his lifeline, as if letting go would mean losing everything.

“Enough—I’m soaked to the bone. You need to let me go,” I managed to say, patting his shoulder lightly, though my voice trembled with the intensity of the moment.

With a swift motion, he peeled off my drenched coat and tossed it aside, then scooped me up effortlessly, carrying me toward the bathroom. The warmth of his body against mine was intoxicating, and as he walked, he growled into my ear, “Watching Damian kiss you made me want to kill him.”

I chuckled softly, tracing small circles on his firm chest, trying to lighten the mood. “You seemed to enjoy dancing with Katarina, though.”

A flicker of jealousy crept into my tone, and I hadn’t intended for it to slip through. Lucien caught my wandering hand, his gaze intense as he bent his head closer.

He took my earlobe between his lips, biting down with a possessive edge that sent shivers down my spine. “Business. Damian’s fully invested in Villard’s project. To cover the shortfall, Eleanor pawned jewelry and even used her private art collection to bribe people,” I explained, trying to focus on the urgency of our situation.

He set me down on the bathroom vanity, his hands deftly towel-drying my hair with a firm touch that felt both intimate and reassuring. I let him, relishing the attention. “Damian transferred Elysian Dream equity to our offshore company,” I added, my mind racing with the implications.

“Brilliant, Norah.” He leaned in, capturing my lips in a deep, slow kiss that sent my heart racing.

“Katarina’s side checked out too. Those psychoactive drugs first appeared in a club under Damian’s name. Eleanor took over the supply—it traces back to Carlos Vega. We’re close, Lucien,” I continued, urgency lacing my voice.

He sighed heavily, the weight of the situation pressing down on us. “Close? She almost forced me to kiss her. Why didn’t you stop her, Norah?”

“I can’t make that choice for you, Lucien,” I replied, my heart pounding as I met his gaze.

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