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Chapter 10 — The Price of the Mask
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Remember me naked Chapter 158 — The Road of Shadows
LYRAI stand in front of the mirror, distractedly adjusting my light coat, and I observe my reflection, a mix of apparent calm and inner storm. Four months. Four months I have been waiting for this call, four months where each day has borne the weight of questions too heavy to be ignored, where every smile exchanged with Alexandre, every glance from Lucas, every tender word from my parents has been like a bandage on old wounds, fragile yet alive.I close my eyes for a moment and remember, despite myself, that day that shaped my fear: July 20, twenty years ago, when I was ripped away from everything I knew, thrown into a cold and cruel world, taken in by a poor and violent family, where every day was a struggle not to disappear, not to let the shadow win. Those memories have never left me; sometimes, they surface unannounced, and I see that terrified little girl again, unable to scream, powerless in the face of the injustice of a world that seemed to want to erase her.And yet… and yet
Remember me naked Chapter 157 — The Call of the Past
LYRAThe silence of the house is peaceful, but my heart is anything but. They say that morning brings calm, restores order, and offers a breath of fresh air to those who know how to listen to the world, but for me, none of this applies, because here, in this too-large house, where each room seems to hold the echoes of ancient stories and the forgotten whispers of our past lives, every minute, every breath amplifies my thoughts and sends them swirling like leaves carried away by an invisible wind, leaving me both fascinated and trembling before the inevitable confrontation that awaits me.Four months. Four months have passed since that phone call, furtive and almost surreal, when I dared to break the silence, to reopen a door that two decades of forgetfulness had locked tight, crossing that invisible threshold to reach a man I had fled as much as I had sought, Yann, that ally of shadows, discreet genius, capable of deciphering secrets that no one else would have even imagined, and who
Remember me naked Chapter 156 — The Choice of a New Day
LYRAI am still curled up under the sheets when I see him getting dressed. Alexandre adjusts his shirt in front of the mirror, looking focused, precise in each of his movements. The morning light glides over his face, highlighting his determined features.I watch him in silence, with a tender smile. This man who has been my lover, my friend, my secret, is now my fiancé, the father of my child… and also this solid rock who rises every morning to face the world.— Are you leaving already? I say in a still sleepy voice.He immediately turns around, and his gaze softens.— My love, go back to sleep. You need rest.I sit up on the pillow, crossing my arms over my round belly.— Rest? I’ve been taking it for four months! I’m tired… of doing nothing.He laughs softly, coming closer to the bed to place a kiss on my forehead.— It’s the doctor’s recommendation. You know that well.— The doctor said “avoid exertion,” not “live like a porcelain doll,” I retort, frowning.I see his lips pinch, hi
Remember me naked Chapter 156 — The Choice of a New Day
LYRAI am still curled up under the sheets when I see him getting dressed. Alexandre adjusts his shirt in front of the mirror, looking focused, precise in each of his movements. The morning light glides over his face, accentuating his determined features.I watch him in silence, with a tender smile. This man who has been my lover, my friend, my secret, is now my fiancé, the father of my child… and also this solid rock who rises every morning to face the world.— Are you leaving already? I say in a still sleepy voice.He instantly turns around, and his gaze becomes tender.— My heart, go back to sleep. You need rest.I sit up on the pillow, crossing my arms over my round belly.— Rest? I’ve been taking it for four months! I’m tired… of doing nothing.He laughs softly, approaching the bed to place a kiss on my forehead.— It’s the doctor’s recommendation. You know that.— The doctor said “avoid exertion,” not “live like a porcelain doll,” I retort, frowning.I see his lips press togethe
Remember me naked Chapter 155 — The Golden Morning
LYRAI wake up in a cocoon of warmth. The room is still bathed in a soft light, filtered through the curtains, and the silence has that particular density of mornings that do not yet want to rise. His arm surrounds me, heavy and reassuring, his hand resting on my belly, as if he wants to protect this little secret that we already carry together.I lie still for a moment, savoring. His steady breath tickles my neck, his lips brush against my hair. I could stay like this for an eternity.Then, gently, I take his hand and press it against my belly.— Are you still sleeping? I whisper.He lets out a faint groan, stretches halfway, then tightens his embrace.ALEXANDREI don't need to open my eyes to know. She is there, nestled against me, and under my palm I feel that almost imperceptible tremor of life, that secret we share. Just that thought is enough to wake me up.— I never really sleep when I have you in my arms, I say in a still foggy voice.She laughs softly, that little laugh that m
Remember me naked Chapter 154 — The Faithful Shadows
ADRIEN, Alexandre's fatherThe car slowly drives down the cypress-lined driveway. The gravel crunches under the tires, a familiar sound that resonates strangely within me. My hands tighten on the leather steering wheel, even though I have nothing left to drive. A strange feeling washes over me: as if I were returning to a place where the past had never stopped waiting for me.Next to me, Éléonore maintains her impeccable dignity. She sits upright, elegant, almost frozen. Her fingers are crossed with a precision too perfect, as if she were holding on to them to avoid trembling. I know her. I sense her unease. She says nothing, she never says anything, but her silences have always spoken louder than her words.Then the door slams, and I finally lift my eyes.And she is there: Clara.Clara, Lyra's mother.My breath stops, my chest tightens, and suddenly the years fade away. She hasn't changed. Yes, her features bear the marks of time, a few delicate wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, bu
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