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Chapter 181 — The Engagement Day
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2026-01-04 01:22:40
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Remember me naked Chapter 185: Who Are They?
LyraThe man hangs up. He returns to his seat, his face impassive. He crosses his arms and then looks at me as one examines a sick animal. He leans back, taking his time, as if offering a pause to his patience. Perhaps he was trying to make me suffer more, to see how far I would go in my confusion.— You know very well who we are looking for, he finally says. You know what we mean by 'repair.' Or you play the victim, and then… he shrugs, as if the future of my loved ones depended on that gesture.I feel the cage tighten around me; I can hardly breathe. I try to stay calm, to make myself small. I mustn't get angry; I need to understand, listen. So I speak, softly, each sentence measured.— Is it Cassandra who paid you to do this? Then say it clearly. She is in prison; you can… I stop, unable to finish. It is absurd to propose solutions to people who lead this theater of fear.He tilts his head, as if appreciating my openness. His eyes, where the skin wrinkles around the mask, seem to s
Remember me naked Chapter 184: Questions
LyraThe silhouette remains in the doorway, motionless for a few seconds as if to gauge the scene, then steps forward. The light from the hallway outlines sharp contours on its masked face. I see neither eyes nor features, only the shadow of a smile perhaps, or the relief of a clenched jaw. The other men step back, yielding space to him like a captain.I sit up as best as I can in the chair; the straw scratches my skin, my wrists throb. My voice comes out hoarse, but I refuse to let it break.— What do you want? I say in a tone meant to sound authoritative even though I fear betraying myself.Silence. Then the man sits across from me without removing his mask. He examines my bound hands, my face, as if trying to read a map. A small, sharp noise: he places something on the table, a notebook or a folder whose contents I cannot distinguish. He waits for me to speak, for a hint to emerge from me.— Speak, I insist. If you want money, say so. If it’s not me, maybe you’ve got the wrong pers
Remember me naked Chapter 183: Abducted
LyraThe kidnappers drag me, forcing me to cross the living room turned into chaos. They push me towards a black car waiting in the driveway, engine hot, headlights off. The night is dense, the sky shrugging its shoulders. In the guest room, the party's music is replaced by sharp orders and ragged breaths. One of the men slams me against the back seat, expertly tying my wrists. My knees would bang if I could sit up. The smell of leather and gasoline sticks to my face.I search for Alexandre, look for Lucas. Between two bodies, I spot Lucas curled up, his hand groping his chest then his side; he coughs up some blood, but he raises his eyes to me. His pupils search for me as if to tell me to hold on, not to give up. He opens his mouth, tries to speak; his voice is barely a whisper.— Hang on, Lyra… don’t… then nothing, just a groan.The car door slams. The car starts. The speed jolts me, my breathing becomes a dull pain. Through the fogged window, I glimpse Alexandre’s silhouette, he is
Remember me naked Chapter 182 — The Kidnapping
LyraThe night unfurls its last threads of light when I suddenly feel the air change. Until now, the garden vibrated with muffled laughter, reassuring conversations, and soft music pushing away the shadows. Then a dull, metallic sound, a prelude to something bad: hurried footsteps on the lawn, low, hoarse voices, and that sharp crack that tears the evening from its sweetness.Everything rushes. Shadows emerge between the lanterns, black as ink stains. Hooded men, armed, appear without warning, breathless and precise. The first collective reaction is disbelief: we laugh, we think it’s a bad joke. Then the rifles are raised, the guns aimed, and the laughter dies in an instant.“Don't move!” shouts a muffled voice behind a mask. “On the ground, now! And you, don't make any sudden moves.”The guests collapse, chairs fall, glasses roll and shatter with a clatter. Screams, cries, whispered orders. I feel like the world is slowing down: the dress that envelops me, Alexandre's hand tightening
Remember me naked Chapter 181 — The Engagement Day
LyraMorning rises over the family home like a bright promise. The first light filters through the tall, paneled windows, scattering bands of gold across the Oriental carpets and awakening the framed portraits that have watched over generations. The house, usually silent and measured, buzzes today with contained excitement: it will be our engagement day.Mom takes the reins at dawn. True to herself, she transforms the main room into a festive setting: pressed tablecloths, bouquets of off-white and peach exuding a sweet fragrance, delicate garlands along the cornices, porcelain with golden trim, and silver cutlery ready to clink. I stand before the vanity in the guest room, looking at my reflection as if to reclaim myself. My ivory chiffon dress, the fine pearl belt, the loose bun—everything feels both familiar and fragile. My grandmother's pendant rests against my skin like a talisman.Alexandre enters without knocking, wearing a navy blue suit and a light gray tie. He smiles, but his
Remember me naked Chapter 180 — The Passion and the Surrender
TANIAHe says nothing at first. His silence has become a language I almost understand better than his words. But this time, there is no waiting, no cruel game: he leans toward me with contained strength, and I already feel the burn of what is to come.His lips crash onto mine, not like a caress, but like a grip. I moan, surprised by the tender violence of his kiss. His mouth devours, demands, commands, and mine surrenders, captivated, consumed. Every breath becomes a struggle, every sigh, an offering.He lifts me with a brutal and sure gesture, as if I weigh nothing. My body presses against his instinctively, my arms clinging to his neck as if my life depended on it. His warmth invades me, overwhelms me, and I understand that nothing will separate us from this collision.The world around disappears: there is only the sting of his kisses, the firmness of his hands pressing me against him, the fire spreading through my veins. I have no will left. I no longer want to have one.He lays me
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