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Chapter 46 — Where the Worm Germinates
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Remember me naked Chapter 170 — The Shadows of the Past
LYRATwo days have passed, yet the image of that brown envelope, Yann's icy tone, Lucas's rigidity has never left me. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I stare at the floorboards as if they could offer me an answer, a foothold in this chaos.The world around me continues to spin: light filters through the curtains, soft and deceptive, sounds from the house rise from downstairs, but all of it feels distant, almost unreal. Each memory of that lunch returns with new intensity, as if my mind is trying to piece together a puzzle I dare not look at fully.I close my eyes. Mireille Davaine. The name spins in my head, repetitive and threatening. A discreet woman, silent, but omnipresent in the shadows of my past life. Have I been manipulated? Watched? Or worse... deliberately abandoned by those I trusted?A shiver runs through me. My breath shortens, almost trembling. The baby, however, still moves. This fragile life within me connects me to the present, to what remains real, tangible. I place m
Remember me naked Chapter 169 — The Collapse
TANIAI fall to my knees on the ground, breathless, heart pounding. My hands tremble, my fingers sink into the carpet as if to hold onto something slipping away—my dignity, my sanity, my anger. Each tear is a hammer blow in my chest, each sob a brutal reminder of everything I thought I knew.— How… why… why me? I murmur between sobs.I almost scream, but no sound comes out. My shoulders shake violently, my arms strike the air, the ground, my own legs, as if to externalize the chaos devouring me from within. I hate myself for having believed it. For having loved him. For having trusted him.— Tell me it’s a lie… tell me you’re lying… I plead, my voice broken, breathless.But his eyes do not lie. Lucas stands there, frozen, immobile, like a marble statue. He stares at me, and every second I meet his gaze is a blade. He does not move, does not touch me, shows no pity.LUCASI step forward slowly, my steps calculated, my gaze fixed on her. Every sob, every shiver of shame, every disordere
Remember me naked Chapter 168 — The Four Truths
TANIA— How… how could you?My voice breaks. My legs wobble, my hands tremble. Every fiber of my body screams, unable to stand upright. In front of me, the scene is a waking nightmare: Lucas, my Lucas, lying on the bed with her. His lips still reddened from kisses, his hands still resting on her body.I am suffocating. My breath quickens, irregular, burning. Tears flow, hot, searing, as if they want to wash away my shame and disbelief. Each drop is a knife I stab into myself.— Tell me it’s not true, tell me it’s not…LUCASI slowly sit up, without haste, letting each movement weigh heavily. My eyes dive into hers, icy, relentless. No detour, no tenderness. Not a word of apology. The moment is here, perfect, cruel.— It’s true.Her eyes widen, her breath catches. The sobbing intensifies. I watch her stagger under the weight of my words, and I continue:— I never loved you, Tania.A heavy silence falls. Her knees buckle, she steps back, searching for an invisible support.— All this ti
Remember me naked Chapter 167 — The Breaking of the Mask
LUCASThe door to room 408 is slightly ajar. Not by chance. I left it that way, intentionally. A crack in the silence, a silent invitation. If someone is to enter, if someone is to see, it must be her. The trap is set, waiting only for its spectator.Alix doesn’t know. She advances into the room as if crossing a forbidden boundary, taking small, uncertain steps. Her eyes settle on me, shining with a turmoil she tries to mask. She hesitates, suspended between reason and vertigo. Her fingers grip my shirt, tighten for a moment, then relax as if she has just forgiven herself for her own surrender.I do not stop her. On the contrary, my hand gently rests on her hip, and that contact is enough to make her yield. She comes back to me, her lips finding mine, more urgent this time, as if fearing I might escape her.Her scent envelops me. Her warmth courses through me. Her arms wrap around me, her hands exploring my shoulders with a newfound urgency. She sighs, almost gasping. Every sound she
Remember me naked Chapter 166 — The Parenthesis
LUCASThe door to suite 408 remains ajar, but the hallway light no longer reaches me. It’s as if it has stopped at the threshold, kept at bay by the bubble we have just created. Here, there is only her and me.Alix is still there, pressed against me, her breath mingling with mine. Her hand remains on my neck, her fingers playing with my hair like a soft melody. Her eyes shine with a glimmer I’m not used to seeing in her: less calculation, more turmoil.I rest my forehead against hers. I feel her warmth radiating, a gentle fever. Her lips brush against mine again, but this time without urgency, just to savor the moment. She places a kiss, then another, longer. I welcome it.Her hand slowly glides from my neck to my throat, then down to my chest. The fabric of my shirt cushions her touch, but I feel it nonetheless. Her fingers linger, tracing invisible lines, as if she wants to memorize my shape. She undoes nothing, seeks to go no faster. She explores.I respond by letting my hand follo
Remember me naked Chapter 165 — The Mask
LUCASThe door of suite 408 remains ajar. A thin beam of light cuts across the hallway carpet, like a fragile blade. I chose this room at the end of the corridor for a simple reason: silence. The perfect place for thoughts to scream without witnesses.Alix enters quietly. Her steps are measured, calculated, like everything about her. Her dress accentuates her curves but does not impose them. She smiles that conventional, polite, almost administrative smile, but her eyes hold another promise. She places her bag on an armchair, a routine gesture, then turns towards me.— Nice room, she says in an even voice.— It's at the end of the corridor, I reply. No one will disturb us.She lets out a brief laugh, then walks towards me. Her movements are not hurried. She knows that every second she takes is a second I spend observing her. Her fingers glide briefly over the table, as if seeking support, then she stops a breath away from me. Her scent is subtle, almost absent, and it is her warmth, m
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