All Chapters of Remember me naked: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

TANIAThe warmth of Lucas completely envelops me, like a breath that seizes me and prevents me from breathing properly. Every gesture he makes seems designed to captivate me, every touch calculated to awaken a desire within me that I dared not name. His breath against my skin burns, his hands glide over my arms and shoulders with hypnotic precision, exploring my shivers, my hesitations, my reactions to each contact.— Let yourself go… he whispers, his voice low, velvety, icy and provocative. Tonight, you will no longer think… you will feel.My heart races, my chest rising with each breath. I try to look away, but his eyes capture me, read me, swallow me whole. I feel my body responding against my will to each of his caresses, to each of his inflections.He leans towards me and our lips meet in a slow, burning kiss, saturated with tension. My body tenses, but I melt into this contact, my hands brushing over his chest, his shoulders, seeking to feel the power radiating from him. Each ki

CASSANDRAThe door slams behind me with a metallic clang that resonates in my bones. A number, a code, a name forgotten by the world: Cassandra no longer exists. There is only what the system is willing to see. A cell. A bar. An iron bed. And this smell... a mix of rancid disinfectant and stale air that burns my nostrils and clings to my skin.I move forward, stiff as a pin. The guard gestures sharply to the bed closest to the wall. I sit down, my hands clenched on my knees. My heels clash against the floor, each sound a cruel reminder: the outside world continues without me, and me… I am stuck here.Three other women occupy the cell. The first nervously chews on what looks like paper, wild eyes seeming to plan the downfall of humanity. The second snores like a bear in hibernation, a blissful smile on her lips, indifferent to my entrance. The third… she stares at me, black, piercing eyes, penetrating my attempt at dignity.— New here? she asks in a hoarse voice, each word chewed with

CASSANDRAWaking up in prison is never sweet. The pale light barely filters through the small high window, but the morning noises hit me like blows: slamming doors, creaking chains, the screams of the guards and the mocking laughter of the inmates. Each sound is a sonic slap, a declaration: you no longer exist here, Cassandra.I try to sit up, but a hand violently pushes me aside, causing me to lose my balance.— Hey! hisses a high-pitched voice, that of the smallest inmate I had encountered the day before.I grit my teeth and feel a cold shiver run down my spine. Inside, pure anger is boiling. My humiliated princess already wavers, trampled by these monsters who smile at her misfortune.Breakfast is a torment. The cold, disgusting food is served on tarnished plastic trays. The other inmates watch me with disdain, whispering and laughing at each of my clumsy gestures. A woman purposely spills her tray onto my legs, splashing my pants and lightly burning my skin.— Watch out, newbie! s

CASSANDRAThe cold of my cell seeps into every joint, every bone, every muscle sore from the previous night. I can still feel the pain in my ribs, my legs bruised from the blows and shoves, and each breath is a reminder of my fragility. Yet… Lyra. Her name is a burn in the pit of my chest, a poison and a driving force. Her betrayal hastened my fall, and I want her to taste the same fear, the same despair.When the designated hour arrives, I rush to the phone. A wire caught between the bars, fragile, monitored, but usable. My heart is pounding, a pulse of fear and excitement mixed together, and I feel my hands shaking. Every sound in the hallway makes me flinch, every shadow becomes a threat, but I do not back down.— News? a voice whispers. You’re making your call.I nod, pressing the cold receiver against my ear. I dial the number I had carefully memorized, each digit weighed, every second counted. My mind is clear, focused. Everything must go perfectly.The familiar voice finally an

LYRAThe journey home is enveloped in a gentle, almost unreal silence. Alexandre drives with one hand, the other resting on my thigh. His thumb draws slow circles on my skin, a reassuring, almost hypnotic gesture. I can still feel the cold gel from the ultrasound on my belly, but inside, everything burns: a warm fire, an overflowing emotion that refuses to be extinguished.I turn my eyes toward him. That little discreet smile he has... I know it by heart. The one he only shows when he is deeply happy but dares not let it burst forth. His eyes, however, betray everything: they shine with a brightness I have never seen before.— Do you realize we heard her heart? he breathes, almost like a secret too precious to be spoken aloud.I nod, unable to speak. If I do, I will cry. So I simply extend my hand to him. He grabs it immediately, tightly, as if fearing I might slip away. No need for more words.As we cross the threshold of the family home, a wave of emotions overwhelms me. And for the