Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 80

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

**Chapter 80**

Norah’s POV

“Nono.” Mateo’s voice drifted softly beside me, a gentle nudge that pulled me from the labyrinth of my thoughts.

He took a sip from his glass of wine, his gaze unwavering as it was riveted on the stage where Amélie clung to Lucien, her presence enveloping him like a second skin. “It seems your knight has been ensnared by another princess,” he remarked, a hint of amusement dancing in his tone.

He swirled the rich, dark liquid in his glass, the crimson hues swirling like blood against the backdrop of the dimly lit room, a stark contrast to the vibrant atmosphere around us.

“Now, it’s my turn,” he declared, his voice low yet filled with a sense of impending excitement.

The host’s voice boomed through the hall, a powerful force that seemed to draw energy from the crowd’s restless anticipation.

“And now, ladies and gentlemen, we present our final offering tonight—a man cloaked in mystery, yet radiating an undeniable allure… Mr. Mateo!”

A spotlight sliced through the haze, illuminating us amid the thrumming crowd.

Mateo turned to me, a slow, deliberate wink gracing his lips before he set his glass down with a quiet confidence.

He walked onto the stage with a blend of ease and danger, his presence commanding the room’s attention and silencing the chatter.

Every pair of eyes was fixed on him, captivated by the enigma he exuded.

“His past is a shadow, his allure undeniable! Who among you dares to unravel the secrets that lie within?” the host proclaimed, his voice dripping with theatrical flair. “Starting bid: one million euros!”

I didn’t dare glance toward Lucien.

My focus remained steadfastly locked on Mateo, on the flicker of challenge igniting in his amber eyes. Without a moment’s hesitation, I raised my paddle high.

“Ten million.”

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, a wave of surprise that washed over the room.

Heads swiveled in my direction, whispers igniting like sparks in the air.

I could feel the heat of Lucien’s stare from across the room—disbelieving, almost furious. But I steeled myself, refusing to turn my gaze his way.

No one else dared to raise a paddle. Mateo was an unknown variable, a tantalizing risk.

Ten million euros was more than just a bid; it was a statement, a line drawn in the shifting sands of our lives. The auctioneer’s gavel crashed down, slicing through the tension in the air.

“Sold! To the lady with the black card!”

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