Lahat ng Kabanata ng Remember me naked: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

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

LYRAThe scent of dinner already floats through the house, a mix of roast, roasted vegetables, and sweet aromas coming from dessert. After my bath, I feel slightly lighter, but a dull nervousness catches up with me. Alexandre stays by my side, holding my hand as we dress, his discreet and attentive gestures giving me a courage I thought I had lost.I choose a simple yet elegant dress, light enough to feel comfortable, but subdued enough not to attract attention. Alexandre, on the other hand, is impeccable as always, his black suit perfectly tailored. His gaze meets mine in the mirror, and a slight smile is exchanged between us, a silent pact: whatever happens tonight, we face it together.As we descend, I feel my legs trembling slightly. The hall is bathed in warm light. My parents are already at the table, their cordial smiles making me uncomfortable. Lucas is there, leaning against a wall, looking detached but his eyes gleam with a provocative light.— So, Lyra, you look... calmer,

LYRAThe silence in the hallway is already suffocating. Tania is crying, clinging to me like a drowning person to their last buoy. Alexandre stands tall, rigid as a blade, his shadow covering almost the entire scene. And then… the sharp sound of the front door slamming.I don’t need to look up to know. It’s him. Lucas.His footsteps echo, slow and steady, as if he has all the time in the world. Each step crushes the air a little more in my chest. When he finally appears in the hallway, his gaze freezes on us, then his smile stretches, icy, cruel.He stops abruptly, his shadow cutting off the daylight. His eyes scan the scene: me, upright but trembling; Alexandre, ready to pounce; and Tania… Tania on her knees, her knees already red, her face ravaged, her hands outstretched in a pitiful gesture.— Well… he breathes, his voice low, amused. What a spectacle I didn’t expect to see so early this morning.Tania raises her head, her swollen eyes shining with desperate hope.— Lucas… she groa

LYRAI stand frozen in the hallway, unable to move, unable to breathe properly. I hear them through the closed door: Tania's irregular breath, Lucas's calm and measured steps. Each sound is a hammer blow to my chest.A rustle of fabric, a discreet movement from Tania, and then silence. It weighs on me like lead. I find myself holding my breath, dreading to hear even the slightest reaction from Lucas.I dare not imagine what is happening behind that partition, but I know that every word, every silence, every gesture is a weapon that Lucas wields with surgical precision. And I know that Tania, fragile and terrified, is at his mercy.TANIAMy knees still tremble as I cross the threshold of the room. Lucas is motionless, his tall and imposing silhouette in the dim light. My heart beats so loudly that I fear he can hear each thump.— Stand there, he finally murmurs, his voice low and icy. Look at me.I lift my head, despite everything. His eyes pierce through me. A shiver runs through me.

TANIAI remain still, kneeling before him, frozen as if in a living tableau. The silence stretching between us weighs on me as much as it electrifies me. I feel the blood pounding in my temples, my breath is too rapid, my fingers clench against my thighs to resist the dizziness.Lucas doesn't move. His eyes, locked on mine, are two chains that bind me and prevent me from fleeing. He says nothing, and it is this absence of words that makes me tremble more. Every second of his silence is a punishment, a laying bare of my impatience."Chin up," he finally commands, his voice low, without raising his tone.I obey immediately. The movement seems infinitesimal, but within me, it stirs a tumult. More exposed, I feel vulnerable, almost offered to his gaze.His hand brushes my cheek, slides along my jaw, then pulls away instantly, leaving me panting, craving the touch he denies. I hold back a sigh, but he senses it, I can tell by the shadow of a barely sketched smile."You see? You're already