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CIV : Flashback : A Father's Call
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Morning arrived with sunlight peeking through the bedroom curtains, casting a warm golden glow across the wooden floor. The air inside the penthouse felt cooler than usual, perhaps because Pascha had left the window slightly open last night.Pascha was still asleep, one arm draped casually around my waist as if ensuring I couldn't go anywhere. His breathing was steady, his face peaceful, his dark hair slightly tousled against the pillow.I let out a quiet sigh, then carefully shifted my body, trying to slip out of bed without waking him.But before I could move away completely, Pascha’s arm suddenly tightened, pulling me back to his side.I gasped. “Pascha—”“Hm.” A low murmur rumbled from his throat. His eyes remained closed, but I knew he was awake.I tried to move again, but this time, he pulled me even closer, pressing his face against my neck.“Pascha, I have to go home,” He only mumbled something incoherent, his voice still thick with sleep. “No.”I sighed, resting my head agai
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The silence hung between us, but my mind kept racing.I watched Pascha, who was still quiet, his expression unreadable. But I knew he understood me. He always did.I took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. “My father is going to use you.”Pascha didn’t react right away. He simply looked at me, then raised an eyebrow. “Of course.”I frowned. “Of course?”He leaned his head back against the pillow, completely at ease, as if this wasn’t a big deal. “Belva, I’m a Romanov. I’ve been surrounded by people trying to use me since the day I was born.”I clicked my tongue, unsatisfied with his answer. “This is serious, Pascha.”His gaze met mine, still too relaxed for the weight of this conversation. “I know.”I bit my lip, my thoughts spinning. “What if… we just break up?”For the first time since this conversation started, Pascha’s expression changed.He blinked, then sat up slightly, as if making sure he hadn’t misheard me. “What?”I shrugged, turning away. “If we break up, my father won’t b
Last Updated : 2025-02-28His Son, Her Secret CVII : Flashback : Splash
The evening breeze blew gently, carrying the scent of water and damp leaves, the distinct aroma of the lake. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting golden light over the calm water. The soft splashing of waves against the shore created a serenity too peaceful to be disturbed.I sat on a wooden chair on the deck, legs folded comfortably, with an open novel resting on my lap. My fingers traced the pages, my eyes following each printed word, but I remained alert.Because I knew what was coming next.Splash!A loud splash shattered the silence, followed by a familiar, satisfied grunt.I didn’t have to look up to know that Pascha had just jumped into the lake.I sighed softly, lazily flipping a page. It was already certain that this peace wouldn’t last long.The water rippled, the sound of splashing growing closer. I could hear his steady breathing, the soft dripping of water as he moved.Then, just as I expected—“What are you reading?”I had just opened my mouth to answe
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I knew this would happen.I knew it the moment my body hit the near-freezing lake water. Since the first shiver crawled into my bones, since my lips started to tremble, since my breath felt heavier by the time we finally got back to the penthouse.And now, I was sprawled on Pascha’s bed, my head feeling like it was being crushed by a massive rock.My nose was stuffed, my throat burned, and every breath I took felt like inhaling air through wet cotton. I curled up under the thick blanket, my body hotter than usual, yet somehow, I was still shivering.Pascha stood beside the bed, arms crossed over his chest, his expression filled with guilt.I narrowed my eyes at him. “This is your fault.”He raised his hands in surrender. “You started it.”I scoffed, my voice raspier than I expected. “I pushed your head. That was a small punishment. You dragged me into the water.”Pascha ran a hand down his face. “Okay, okay, that was on me.”I tried to take a breath to reply but ended up in a fit of h
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A few minutes later, the medicine's effects started to work. My eyelids were heavy, and my body relaxed even more under the thick blanket. I let out a long breath, letting my body sink slightly into Pascha's soft bed.But then, I felt the other side beside me move.I opened my eyes, only to find Pascha lying next to me, his face only inches from mine.I frowned, my voice half sleepy. “What are you doing?”He grinned, one arm resting on the pillow while his other hand rested casually on my waist. “I'm sleeping.”I chuckled, blinking my still-heavy eyes. “You'll get infected.”Pascha smiled, then leaned a little closer, “If it means I can feel your concern like this, maybe I should be sick more often.” his voice low and deep.I stared at him, incredulously, my cheeks warming even though my body was still shivering. “Asshole ...”He laughed, but before he could get any more annoying, I immediately pushed his head away with my hand. “Stay away, you asshole.”But he stayed still next to m
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Max squirmed in Pascha's arms, he’s struggling violently. “Daddy! Let me go, I want to go to Mommy!”Pascha just grunted lazily, his eyes still heavy from just waking up. “You can be with Mommy later. Now, can you be quiet for a while?”Max pursed his lips and immediately punched Pascha's upper arm with his small fist. “No! Mommy is still sick, and you made Mommy sick! It's your fault!”I held back a laugh at Max's seriousness with his 'demands.' Meanwhile, Pascha just let out a long sigh, finally opening his eyes fully. With a relaxed movement, he sat on the bed and turned to me.He looked at me with an assessing expression, and then, without hesitation, his hand reached out and touched my forehead. His fingers were large and warm, contrasting with my slightly hot skin.I remained silent, letting him do that without comment, although a slightly strange feeling crept into my chest.Pascha murmured, “Your fever has dropped.”I gave a small nod. “I feel better.”Meanwhile, Max, who had
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Last Updated : 2025-03-04His Son, Her Secret CXII : Valeria
Summer in Zürich is much different than in tropical countries. There is no scorching heat that burns the skin, no humid air that makes the body sticky. Instead, a cool breeze blows gently along the city streets, creating the perfect balance between warm and fresh.I smoothed the sleeves of my denim jacket as I walked beside Pascha. We were dressed casually. I was still wearing a white t-shirt wrapped in a denim jacket and paired with jeans and sneakers. Meanwhile, Pascha was also relaxed in a black sweater and jeans, which felt too casual for business. “We're really going to a business meeting like this?” I glanced at him with raised eyebrows.Pascha just shrugged, not seeming to care at all. “I'm lazy.”I narrowed my eyes. “Lazy?”He turned to me, his flat expression slightly lifted by a small grin. “I don't plan on staying long, so why bother?”We finally arrived at a skyscraper with a very familiar logo stamped on the front. I paused momentarily, staring at the writing with a surp
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His Son, Her Secret CLXVI : Cruel Summer, Salty Shoulder
Pascha finally pulled over. Water sprayed out on both sides as his jet ski hit the last wave before reaching the shore. In one smooth motion, he turned off the engine, jumped off onto the sand without losing his balance, and walked toward us.I had just picked up a glass of cold coconut water from the little table beside my lounge chair when he arrived. And without saying a word, he took it.He sipped it like it was the most satisfying drink in the world.“Thanks,” he said shortly, not even looking at me as he drained what was very clearly my coconut water.“Pascha,” Natalia scolded softly from beside me, “get your own drink. That one’s Belva’s.”Pascha shrugged, then winked at his mom. “She likes to share.”“I like sharing permission, not drinks,” I shot back, pulling my towel tighter around my legs, trying to ignore the way his face still dripped with saltwater and sins from the past.He just gave a short laugh, then dropped onto the sand next to my chair. “Let’s go. Ride the jet sk
His Son, Her Secret CLXV : a boy, a boat, a bloodline
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His Son, Her Secret CLXIV : small missiles and bigger hearts
We arrived at the Romanov villa gates nearly two hours after leaving San Francisco. With one emergency stop I’d rather not talk about, and a series of events that could only be explained as Pascha being Pascha.It started with me just needing to pee. A quick stop at a small, empty-looking rest area. But of course, Pascha decided to turn on the hazard lights and call out from the car window, “Don’t get lost, Miss Moguel. The woods can be cruel!”I shot him a glare.Naturally, he didn’t stop there. When I came back and reached for the car door, he locked it automatically and smiled at me through the window like he’d just won some twisted Olympic event.“Pascha Romanov, I swear to God, I will—”Click.The door unlocked. He laughed for the next ten minutes straight while I sat in silence, breathing slowly, seriously considering whether throwing my sandal at him would be too dramatic or way too soft.The moment we arrived at the villa, I understood why Max loved it here. The Romanov villa
His Son, Her Secret CLXIII : oh great, you’re charming again
BelvaMorning slipped in through the gap in the curtains like an old friend who knew how to arrive without making a sound. Warm light crept across the edge of my bed, slowly trailing up the wall and brushing my fingertips.I opened my eyes without the weight in my chest. The bad memories were still there, sure, but like shadows, they came and went, swallowed by something warmer. Something calmer.Maybe I was just too tired. Maybe my body had finally surrendered to a peace I had been refusing.I got up, letting my feet touch the cool wooden floor. The sheets were still messy, a pillow had fallen to the ground. This morning felt... light. I grabbed a towel and walked to the bathroom. Hot water washed over my body, and for a few minutes, I just stood under the shower, letting it rinse away the traces of last night.Afterward, I slipped into a loose white t-shirt and comfortable linen pants, my hair still damp as I stepped out of the room. My pace was slow and lazy, but the moment I reac
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Night had fallen hours ago, but Max had no real understanding of the concept of "bedtime."“I think,” he said, rolling over to his left for the hundredth time in his bed facing the villa balcony, “if I fall asleep now, I’ll miss the golden hours to plan my next secret mission.”I sat at the edge of his bed. “What time do you think it is right now?”“Eight fifty-nine!” he said, then raised his index finger like he was teaching me something very serious. “And do you know what great spies do at times like this, Daddy?”“Sleep?”“No!” he said, clearly offended. “They practice foreign languages and memorize secret codes!”I sighed and rubbed my temples. “Max…”“Teach me Russian, Daddy. Right now. Hurry. Say, ‘I am a super robot from the planet Bumbleberia.’”I frowned. “Bumbleberia’s not a real place.”“Then teach me how to say it in Russian so it can be!”This kid…I looked at his little face, so expressive. His hair was still damp from his bath, his cheeks flushed from the warm night air
His Son, Her Secret CLXI: The Stage Was Never Yours Alone
My phone buzzed, screen lighting up with a name that had become familiar, and still somehow made my heartbeat skip half a note: Pascha Romanov.I tapped the screen to accept the video call while Clara and Jullian were still deep in debate over whether dinosaur-shaped pancakes were superior to star-shaped waffles.The call connected, and Max’s face instantly filled the screen, his grin wide, hair a little messy, and behind him, Trisha, still wearing her straw hat, waved while chewing on something.“Mommyyyy!” he shouted. “Why is everyone here speaking Russian?! I don’t understand anything! I feel like… like an alien on Mars!”I let out a soft laugh, about to reply when—“MAX!” Jullian called out.Max’s eyes lit up. “You’re there too?!”Jullian leaned closer, sharing the screen with me. “Hey, partner,” he greeted warmly. “Looks like you’ve been busy socializing with the high society crowd.”Max nodded enthusiastically. “I almost got to drive the golf cart by myself! But Grandpa said I d
His Son, Her Secret CLX: I Bet You’d Look Good in a Rom-Com
Clara showed up just minutes after I sent the message. With slow steps and eyes barely open, she walked toward us dragging a gray blanket behind her like it was an oversized royal cape. Her hair was a mess, and her expression, well, like the world had woken her up five centuries too early.“I smell empanadas,” she mumbled without preamble, plopping down onto the sand with zero regard for grace.Jullian stifled a laugh and held out a plate. “I admire your lifestyle.”“I don’t remember who you are,” Clara answered with a huge yawn, grabbing an arepa and taking a bite like a zombie discovering its first victim. “But you make excellent life choices.”I shook my head and scooped a bite of arroz con pollo into my mouth. “Clara, you can’t keep napping like this every afternoon.”“Relax. I dreamt I was watching Max,” she shot back. “Technically, I’m still on duty.”Jullian chuckled, then glanced over at me. “Speaking of Max…”I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”“I keep thinking about that dinner we
His Son, Her Secret CLIX : Sunburns, Sass, and Someone Like You
The midday sky hung cloudless, a clean blue canvas yet to be written on. On the warm, breezy shore of San Francisco, I sat on a white canvas folding chair, my bare feet touching sand that still held the chill of morning. Beside me, a cold water bottle beaded with condensation and a gently vibrating phone, my only interruption in an otherwise peaceful silence I was beginning to savor.I picked up the phone and glanced at the screen.A message from Pascha.The first photo popped up with a soft notification sound. Max was in Trisha’s arms. Her long blonde hair was braided into two neat plaits, a straw hat tilted playfully on her head. Max looked half-squished, but happy, his cheek nearly disappearing behind Trisha’s oversized sunglasses.Second photo. Max was perched on Igor’s shoulders. Max was laughing, mouth wide open, arms thrown up in the air. He lifted him higher as they walked among the tall, leafy trees of Carmel.I smiled, letting a quiet warmth spread through my chest. Not beca
