A Eternal Love

chapter 27

The storm raged outside, rattling the windows of the estate as Mia paced her room, her grandmother’s words echoing like poison in her head.

Reese called you that night… Reese brought you into danger.

But Mia remembered the voice on the phone too clearly. Urgent. Shaken. “Mia, come quickly, ggm is in danger.”

That memory was sharp as glass. Yet, after what Bella had said, doubt crept in like a shadow. What if she was wrong? What if her grandmother was right?

“Mia,” Rebecca’s voice cut through her thoughts. She stood at the door, pale but determined. “You’re thinking about that night again, aren’t you?”

Mia nodded slowly. “I have to know the truth. I’m going back to the old house.”

Rebecca hesitated, but before she could respond, another figure stepped into the hall.

“You’re not going alone,” he said firmly. “If you go, we go.”

The three of them reached the abandoned house which was once there safe place no one came there since that incident just past midnight. The storm soaked the ivy-choked walls, thunder rolling above like an omen. The gate creaked as Mia pushed it open, the metal cold beneath her hand.

“Creepy doesn’t even begin to cover it,” Jeremy muttered, flicking on a flashlight.

Inside, the house felt frozen in time, filled with the ghosts of that terrible night. Burned furniture. Shattered glass. The faint smell of smoke still clung to the walls.

Rebecca shivered. “Mia, are you sure this is safe?”

“No,” Mia whispered, stepping deeper into the east wing. “But I need answers.”

They reached the old study—the heart of the house. Dust covered the desk, but something caught Jeremy’s attention: a blackened cabinet pushed partly open, its lock broken.

“There,” he said.

Mia knelt, pulling the door wider. Inside, a box of old electronics lay tangled in wires—an answering machine, its surface scorched but intact.

Rebecca’s eyes widened. “This must’ve recorded calls from that night.”

With shaking hands, Mia connected the machine to a portable power bank Jeremy carried. The machine whirred to life, crackling faintly before spitting out fragments of stored messages.

One by one, the old voices played: mundane reminders, messages about the dinner, her mother’s voice reminding someone about flowers… until—

A chilling click. Static. And then—

Mia… it’s me. Please listen.

The voice was hurried, desperate. Mia’s blood turned to ice.

“ggm is in danger. You have to come to the manor right now.”

Rebecca gasped. “That’s the call.”

Mia’s throat tightened. “It… it does sound like Reese.”

Jeremy leaned in, jaw clenched, listening carefully. Then he whispered the name Mia’s heart already knew.
"No it doesn't,she never call ggm ,ggm ,we all call her ggm but not her"
Then whoes voice is that
Rebecca said, this voice sound like ...
Mia :Like ?
Jeremy:

“That’s Jeeya.”

The machine crackled again, replaying the same frantic words, and this time Mia couldn’t deny it. Her friend’s voice—Jeeya’s voice—had lured her there that night.

Her knees nearly gave out, the storm outside roaring louder as if it too wanted the truth to be heard.

Rebecca grabbed her arm. “Grandma is telling truth. Or she twisted the story. Reese didn’t call you. Jeeya did, did she know.”

Mia stared at the broken machine, her pulse racing. “Then why blame Reese all these years? Why hide Jeeya’s part?”

Jeremy’s expression hardened, the beam of his flashlight cutting across the scorched walls. “ let's ask her that .”

The words sank like a stone in Mia’s chest.

The mystery she thought she’d buried had clawed its way back into the light. And with it, the truth: Jeeya’s warning had set everything in motion, but the betrayal had come from someone much closer.

And Mia swore—this time, she wouldn’t stop until she uncovered who.