All Chapters of MY LONG LOST LOVE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Miyaka stood several feet away from the stranger.She couldn't explain the feeling in her chest.There was something familiar about him.His eyes.The way he stood.Even the quiet expression on his face.She had seen those eyes before.Somewhere.A long time ago.“Do I know you?” she asked again.The man said nothing.Miyaka took another step closer.“Why did you ask me to come here?”He looked at her.“I wanted to talk.”“About what?”“Your racing.”She frowned.“My racing?”“Yes.”“That's all?”His eyes remained on hers.“For now.”Miyaka didn't believe him.There was something he wasn't telling her.And she wasn't the only one who knew it.Across the street, inside a parked black SUV, a man watched them through a long-lens camera.He pressed an earpiece.“They're together.”A voice answered through the speaker.“Is it him?”The watcher zoomed in.“Yes.”“Confirm.”The man watched Moises carefully.“There is no doubt.”A pause.Then the voice became colder.“Don't interfere.”The wa

Miyaka stared at her phone.THE TRUTH IS CLOSER THAN YOU THINK.The words seemed to burn into her mind.She read the message again.Then again.Hotel Marcella.She had never heard of it before tonight.Yet the moment Moises heard the name, his voice had changed.Not surprised.Not confused.Afraid.That frightened her more than the message itself.She looked around the old tree.The place that had once been her safest place suddenly felt different.Like someone had invaded a memory that belonged only to her and Moises.She quickly walked away.Her phone rang.Moises.She answered.“Where are you?”“I'm going home.”“Are you alone?”“Yes.”“Stay on the phone with me.”Miyaka stopped walking.“Why?”“Because I need to know you're safe.”She sighed.“You always say that.”“I mean it.”“Moises…”“Yes?”“Were you there?”Silence.“At Hotel Marcella?”Another silence.That was enough.“You were.”“Miyaka, listen to me—”“No.”Her voice trembled.“You listen to me.”She turned toward the roa

Chapter 2 — Three Best FriendsSome memories never really disappear.They may become buried beneath years of silence, covered by new places, new people, and experiences that should have been important enough to replace them. Sometimes, you can convince yourself that you have forgotten. You can become so good at pretending that the past no longer matters that, for a while, you might even believe yourself.But then something small brings everything back.A familiar smell.The sound of rain against leaves.An old photograph.Or, in Miyaka Reyes's case, a mango tree.Long before motorcycles, racing tracks, expensive cars, and all the things she had learned to use as distractions, there had been three children who believed they would always have each other.Miyaka, Moises, and Jason.They had been inseparable.The mango tree stood at the edge of the old property, its branches spreading wide enough to create a little world beneath them. The trunk was thick and rough, and the roots pushed th

Chapter 15 — Beneath the Mango TreeFor a long moment, Moises said nothing.Miyaka almost wished he would.The silence between them was becoming too heavy, filled with everything neither of them knew how to say. She could still hear the man's voice from the memory buried somewhere inside her mind.The heir.The word had sounded different when she was a child.Back then, she hadn't understood it.She had probably thought it was a strange nickname.Now, standing in Moises's office with a photograph of their childhood on the desk and a black key marked with the number seventeen between them, the word felt like a warning.Moises finally looked at her.“Are you sure?”Miyaka gave him a tired look.“No.”The honesty surprised him.She folded her arms, trying to hold herself together.“I mean, I remember him saying something. I remember the voice. I remember the ring. But I don't remember everything.”“That doesn't mean it wasn't real.”“I know.”She looked down at the photograph.“I just wi

Chapter 17 — The Letter Beneath the Tree They stayed behind the tree until the sound of the other vehicle faded into the distance. Miyaka could still hear her heartbeat. It seemed impossibly loud in the darkness, pounding against her ribs while she tried to make sense of everything that had happened in the last few minutes. The stranger was gone. Whoever had arrived in the second vehicle was gone too. Yet the feeling of being watched remained, clinging to the night like the damp air after the rain. Moises was still holding her hand. Neither of them had mentioned it. His fingers were warm around hers, steady despite the tension in his body. She could feel how tightly he was controlling himself, as if every instinct was telling him to get her somewhere safe and every other part of him knew that running blindly into the darkness would only make things worse. Miyaka finally looked down at their hands. Moises noticed. His fingers loosened. “Sorry.” She didn't pull away. “You do