Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 86

Revenge Amnesia: Upgraded to His Brother

Chapter 86

Norah’s POV

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Amélie crossed her arms, her eyes slicing through me like broken glass. The look on her face was pure fucking disdain.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Her voice was a sneer. “Didn’t you hear? The King’s striptease is about to begin.”

She raised her chin, proud as a peacock on display. A bitch who thought she owned the room.

“Luen is mine.” She stepped closer, her perfume choking the air between us. “You, this little interloper, won’t get another step closer to him.”

I stared at her pretty face, twisted up with jealousy, and suddenly wanted to laugh. It was all so fucking ridiculous.

“So,” I said, cold and slow, “making him strip naked on stage like a clown to entertain a bunch of drunk women… that’s your idea of love?”

Amélie’s face flushed crimson. For a long second, she couldn’t speak. Then she exploded, pushing all the blame onto me.

“This is your fault! If you hadn’t shown up, if you hadn’t pissed off Madame DuBois, Luen would never have been punished! You’re the one who hurt him!”

I was done talking. My eyes cut past her, locking onto Lucien standing on that stupid stage.

He tugged at the corner of his mouth, a tired gesture. Then he raised his hand and started undoing the top button of his shirt.

He was really going to do it. Actually going through with this humiliating fucking punishment.

No.

I couldn’t watch it.

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I shoved past Amélie, hard. She stumbled back, but I didn’t give a shit. I walked straight up to Madame DuBois, my heels clicking on the floor like gunshots in the sudden quiet.

“Madame DuBois.”

I stopped in front of her, gave a slight bow, but held her gaze. “I know you organized this gala for charity. The proceeds go to a good cause.”

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She raised one eyebrow, interested. She gestured for me to go on.

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“I have a better proposal. One that will liven things up and raise a hell of a lot more money tonight.”

I paused, my eyes drifting back to the stage. To Lucien.

“I’ll donate ten percent of all online sales revenue for the next year from my brand, Thorn Bird, in exchange…”

Another pause. The room was so quiet I could hear my own heartbeat.

“…for you to call off Lucien’s punishment.”

Gasps echoed through the hall. Thorn Bird had just had a historic launch. We were at our peak, called the next big luxury phenomenon.

Ten percent of a year’s online sales? That was an insane amount of money. It dwarfed auction tonight combined.

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Amélie rushed forward, screaming. “No! This is against the rules! Luen is mine tonight! I paid fifty million to win him! You can’t just—”

I turned and cut her off, my voice icy. “Miss Veyron, Lucien is not an object. Not a thing you can buy. He’s a person. With fucking dignity.”

“If you really loved him, you wouldn’t stand there and watch him be humiliated like this.”

I let out a sharp laugh. “If you just want to possess him, to show him off like a trophy… then you don’t deserve him at all.”

Amélie trembled, speechless. My words had hit their mark.

Madame DuBois finally spoke. “Agreed.”

“I accept your proposal. Tonight’s gala concludes perfectly, thanks to your… generosity, Miss Hawthorne.”

She looked toward the stage. “Mr. Constantine, you may step down.”

Lucien walked off the stage. His shirt was still hanging open. Lipstick marks smeared across his chest and face, glaring and ridiculous under the lights.

He passed a frozen Amélie and moved straight toward me. He grabbed my hand, his grip tight, and pulled me out onto the deck.

The sea air was cold. It bit into my skin.

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Lucien pinned me against the ship’s railing, the metal digging into my

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“Norah, why did you do that?” His voice was low, rough. “You staked your entire career. For me. Was it worth it?”

His eyes held something I couldn’t name. Something deep and churning.

“I didn’t want to see you treated like a plaything,” I whispered, looking away.

I couldn’t meet his gaze. I was afraid he’d see everything I was feeling. The heartache. The guilt.

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