Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91

Norah’s POV

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“Mateo, have you forgotten? Tonight, I am your buyer, and you are my auction item. You are in no position to make any demands of me.”

My voice was ice.

It cut through the heavy air of the auction room, sharp enough to draw blood.

Mateo’s

eyes widened for a second–real surprise, there and gone in a flash.

Then he laughed, low and deep, a sound that vibrated through the room like a predator’s purr.

“Interesting. Nono, you truly never disappoint me.”

He stepped closer. Too close.

I could smell his cologne–something dark and expensive, like smoked wood and forbidden. secrets. It wrapped around me, thick and suffocating. A threat disguised as an invitation.

The room felt smaller suddenly. The chandelier overhead cast long shadows, painting his face in sharp angles and hidden intentions.

I held my ground, my spine straight, my chin high. I wouldn’t let him see how my heart hammered against my ribs. How my palms sweat.

He reached out, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from my cheek. His touch was warm. Too warm. It left a trail of fire on my skin.

“You always did have a talent for turning the tables, Nono,” he murmured, his breath ghosting over my lips. “But this time, are you sure you know what you’re playing at?”

Just then-

The door burst open.

Wood splintered. The sound echoed like a gunshot.

Lucien stood there, chest heaving, eyes wild. He looked like a storm about to break–all fury and desperation.

“Norah, come with me.” His voice was rough, raw, scraping from his throat like gravel.

Mateo moved in front of him, a smug smile curling his lips.

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“Mr. Constantine, your Queen has chosen me. Game over. You’re out.”

Lucien’s fist clenched.

I saw the tension coil in his arm, the way his knuckles turned white. He was a second from throwing a punch. From breaking everything.

I moved fast. My hand shot out, closing around his burning wrist.

His skin was on fire. Sweat–slick and trembling. His whole body shook under my touch, a live wire about to snap.

I held his hand tight, my own fingers steady despite the chaos inside me.

“Mateo,” I said, my voice calm, cold, a stark contrast to the heat between us. “It seems you’ve misremembered our wager.”

Mateo’s smile faltered. Just a flicker, but I saw it. The crack in his armor.

“What I bet with you,” I began, each word sharp and clear, “was that even drugged, humiliated, and misunderstood by everyone, Lucien would still hold his line for me. That he wouldn’t touch Amélie. I bet that I was the only one in his heart.”

The room went dead silent. You could hear a pin drop.

“If he succeeded, he would win. Have you forgotten?”

The smile vanished from Mateo’s face.

He had lost.

He thought a single kiss, a whispered lie, could tear us apart.

He never expected Lucien could fight the Truth Kiss–that damn drug meant to strip a person

bare.

But what he never saw coming was that from the start, I was only using him—and this fucked- up auction–to test Lucien’s loyalty. To see if he’d break when pushed.

The anger, the madness, the hurt in Lucien’s eyes melted away. Replaced by shock. Then joy. Raw and blinding.

“Norah…” He pulled me into a crushing embrace. His arms wrapped around me, tight. Possessive. Like he’d never let go.

All the misunderstandings, the jealousy, the pain–gone. Washed away in that single moment.

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Mateo was silent for a long time. The air thick with his defeat.

Then he smiled. Slowly. He started to clap.

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Leaning against the wall, he slipped back into his lazy mask. “Brilliant. Truly brilliant. I admit it.

I lost. Lucien, you’ve won a woman worthy of everything you have.”

Mateo kept his word.

“Eleanor’s trump card is the Veyron family.” His voice dropped, turning icy. “She forged evidence proving that before your mother disappeared, she had secret contact with a weapons smuggling group in the Middle East.”

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