All Chapters of MY LONG LOST LOVE: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CHAPTER 71THE WOMAN WHO TRIED TO SAVE MEMIYAKAThe darkness swallowed everything.For one terrifying second, I couldn't hear anything except my own breathing.Then I felt Moises's hand tighten around mine.“Miyaka.”His voice was close.Real.I held on to him as though his hand were the only solid thing left in a world that had suddenly become impossible to understand.“I'm here,” I whispered.“I know.”There was something different in his voice.Not fear for himself.Fear that I would disappear again.Somewhere beyond us, Jason cursed under his breath as he tried to find the door.“It's locked.”Livia's breathing became shaky.“The woman…”“I can't see her,” Jason said.Neither could I.But I could feel her.Someone was standing in the darkness.Someone who had just told me that the girl called Miyaka wasn't the original.My throat tightened.“Turn the light back on.”No answer.“Who are you?” I asked again.Still nothing.Then something scraped against the floor.A chair.I heard

CHAPTER 73THE GIRL I BURIEDMIYAKAFor several seconds, I couldn't understand what Elias had just said.Not because his words were unclear.They were painfully clear.You were the one who buried her.I stared at him, waiting for him to take it back.Waiting for him to laugh.Waiting for him to tell me that he had remembered it wrong.But he didn't.His fingers were still wrapped around my wrist, trembling with exhaustion, and there was something in his eyes that made my stomach twist.He wasn't accusing me.He was afraid for me.“Me?” I whispered.Elias swallowed.“You buried her.”My head moved slowly from side to side.“No.”“Miyaka—”“No.”My voice grew stronger, even t

CHAPTER 75The Man Who Knew My NameMIYAKAThe footsteps came slowly.Not hurried. Not uncertain.Slow.Measured.Each step traveled down the narrow stone staircase beneath the mango tree and seemed to settle somewhere inside Miyaka’s chest before the next one followed. She could hear the faint scrape of leather against stone, the quiet rhythm of someone descending without any fear of being discovered.Whoever was coming already knew they were here.That frightened her more than the footsteps themselves.Miyaka stood frozen beside the underground chamber, one hand still curled around the edge of the old wooden table where the photographs had been scattered only moments ago. Her fingers were cold, but the rest of her body felt unbearably hot. Her heartbeat had become so loud that for several seconds she could barely hear anything else.The man who ordered the first fire.Lucian had said those words with no hesitation.And somehow, hearing them had changed the air in the room.Moises mo

CHAPTER 77The Girl in the MirrorMIYAKAMiyaka couldn't move.The words on the mirror seemed to breathe beneath the faint red light.IF YOU SEE ME, DON'T TRUST WHICH ONE OF US IS ALIVE.She read them again.And again.As though staring at the sentence long enough would somehow make it explain itself.It didn't.The mirror stood at the end of the narrow corridor, cracked from one corner to the other. The fractures divided the reflection into uneven pieces, making the person standing behind the glass look like several different versions of the same girl.One face.Many fragments.And every fragment was Miyaka.Her own eyes stared back at her.Her own scar.Her own dark hair.But the girl inside the mirror was wearing a blue bracelet.Miyaka instinctively looked down at her own wrist.Nothing.Then she heard footsteps behind her.“Miyaka!”Moises.She turned slightly.He was coming toward her, with Jason, Lucian, the second director, and the others following.But Miyaka couldn't take he

CHAPTER 79The Man My Mother Called DirectorMIYAKA“Director.”The word stayed in Miyaka's mind long after Adrien stopped speaking.It wasn't loud.It wasn't dramatic.It didn't need to be.One word was enough to make something buried deep inside her shift.Director.She had heard it before.Not recently.Not in the underground chamber.Not from the files.From her childhood.From her mother's voice.A voice she had almost forgotten.Miyaka closed her eyes.And suddenly she wasn't standing beneath the mango tree anymore.She was little again.Bare feet against a wooden floor.Rain tapping against a window.Her mother kneeling in front of her, holding both of her hands.Her mother's eyes were red.“Whatever happens,” she whispered, “you must never call him Father.”Young Miyaka frowned.“Why?”Her mother glanced toward the hallway.Because someone was standing there.An old man.Only a silhouette.“Then what do I call him?”Her mother's fingers tightened around hers.“Director.”The m