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His Son, Her Secret CXIII : Lake Zürich
I let my mind go back to that time—to the year when Pascha was not yet the Pascha Romanov he is now.I remember how he was still a young man trying to prove himself in his father's shadow. He spent long nights in the office, sitting behind a large desk with an endless stack of documents, occasionally throwing his pen in the air in frustration before finally looking up at me with a tired grin.“Bee, I'm not made for this.”And I would lean closer to him, rest my chin on his shoulder, then reply in a light tone, “It’s okay.”I was there when he was strategizing his first business and when he argued with senior executives who doubted his decisions. I saw him grow from an impatient young man to someone more dangerous.And then there was Mikaela.She came into the company a year after Pascha started taking over. I still remember how I first introduced her to Pascha.“She's smart,” I said at the time. “And I trust her.”And Pascha, with ease, accepted her.Mikaela became a manager in one of
Last Updated : 2025-03-07His Son, Her Secret CXIV : Not a Step Closer, Romanov
I close my eyes, letting the cool breeze from Lake Zürich brush my face.The air here felt different and fresher than San Francisco's. For a few moments, I let my mind wander.I didn't care what Pascha was doing next to me. It didn't matter if he was looking at me or busy with his thoughts. I just wanted to enjoy the Zürich air cool down all of the things spinning in my head."Do you remember?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur, laced with an unusual calm.I opened my eyes slowly, turning my head towards him. "What?"Pascha stared at the lake, his expression unreadable, but the corners of his lips twitched ever so slightly.“You once said you wanted to leave,” he mused. “Switzerland. Sheep. A simple life. Do you still dream about it?"I was silent, letting his words sink into my head.Then, I smiled a little.Oh. That.I remember that.Pascha and I—still young, still full of dreams and reckless plans—lay on his bed, talking about the future. I laughed, saying how much I wanted to run
Last Updated : 2025-03-08His Son, Her Secret Prologue
My steps feel light as I walk through the snowy streets of central Moscow. The cold wind bites my face, but I don't care. I've decided to take some time for myself today.Pascha Romanov, my fiancé, is, as usual, buried under a mountain of work. Even with our wedding day only a month away, it feels like I'm spending more time with his shadowy figure than his authentic self.As I turned the corner, my eyes fell on a magnificent church with golden domes rising into the grey sky.St. Sophia's Church.I was transfixed. Although I grew up in Bogota, Colombia, surrounded by old churches with stunning architecture, none were as beautiful as this one. Its dome reflected the gloomy light of the winter sun like the building had a light of its own."This is it," I muttered involuntarily.With my heart pounding, I imagined myself standing under the dome, wearing a white dress, with Pascha by my side. A smile was painted on my face.Would Pascha have time to see this place with me? Or, as usual, wo
Last Updated : 2024-12-11His Son, Her Secret I
Five years later.The screen in front of me flickered, red lines dotting what should have been smooth coding. I sighed heavily, loosened the buttons at the end of my sleeves, and then folded them quickly.In a room full of monitors, a small server buzzed in the corner, filling the silence with a monotonous rhythm."I don't know what's going on," I muttered, the frustrated tone clearly audible.My hands moved quickly over the keyboard, trying to track down the problem hidden among the thousands of lines of code.A voice from behind made me turn my head. "Come on, Belva, you're the team leader. You're the genius here."Ryan, one of the programmers on my team, stood at the door with a coffee cup in his hand. His smile was half playful, half challenging."I'm a genius, not a wizard," I retorted without looking at him again. My fingers continued typing, finding and fixing errors that seemed to appear out of nowhere."Well then, maybe it's time you learned magic," he replied with a chuckle.
Last Updated : 2024-12-11His Son, Her Secret II
Morning light seeps through the thin curtains in the living room. The smell of fresh coffee and toast filled the air, mixing with the sound of Max's laughter echoing in the kitchen. I sat at the small table with my laptop, typing fast to finish the report before the official work hours started.Max came running towards me, carrying a small backpack with his favourite superhero print. "Mommy, I'm ready!" he exclaims, his voice cheerful. His brown hair was a little messy, but his blue eyes sparkled with excitement.I smiled slightly, looking away from the screen. "Are you sure you didn't forget anything? Your hat, sunscreen, snacks, or lunch?"Max shook his head vigorously, swinging his backpack in the style of a hero about to save the world. "Om Ben said he'd bring everything!""And I never forget anything," Ben appeared in the kitchen doorway with two lunchboxes in his hands. His white shirt was neatly folded up to his elbows, and his usual easy smile graced his face. "Trust me, Siste
Last Updated : 2024-12-11His Son, Her Secret III
The ride to the party site felt like a scene from an all-too-real nightmare.Max sat in the back, humming his favourite song, oblivious to the tension that filled the air ahead. Ben drove calmly, occasionally glancing at me out of the corner of his eye.I was silent, looking out the window. The usually bustling streets of San Francisco felt empty, and my mind drifted away. I couldn't resist the call.I was very aware. Our family : The Moguel family is one of the most powerful in Latin America and the United States. Grandpa had me by the neck, and my neck would snap if I ignored his ultimatum.Max.Max was everything. Max was my life, and I wouldn't let anyone touch him.When we arrived at the large building with white marble pillars, my stomach felt like it was being churned. Guests dressed in luxurious outfits were seen entering gracefully. The sound of laughter and clinking glasses could be heard faintly in the distance."Are you ready?" asked Ben, turning his body to look at me afte
Last Updated : 2024-12-11His Son, Her Secret IV
The San Francisco night sky blanketed the building with a faint glow of stars. Classical music plays softly, accompanying formal conversation and laughter that is quieter than the afternoon party.The remaining guests were now exclusive circle heirs to business dynasties, investment partners, and a few figures who often graced the front pages of the world's economic magazines.I sat at one of the tables near the corner, feeling like a stranger despite being from the same family.Ben had brought Max home, just like I asked. I needed him away from all this intrigue. Without Max, I felt lighter but also a little bereft of the anchor that used to hold me together.Jullian Warren sat across from me, dressed in a dark grey suit that was too perfect to look like a window display. He spoke at length about the ambitious projects his family managed, his face full of confidence. But all I could think was how monotonous his voice sounded. Every word that came out of his mouth felt like a business
Last Updated : 2024-12-11His Son, Her Secret V
No.This cannot be.I backed away slowly, feeling the throbbing in my heart speed up.It felt like a crushing weight was pinning me down, pressing so hard on my chest that I could barely breathe—like being buried alive with no way out. The room was quiet except for the steady rhythm of his deep, even breaths, a sound that told me he was still fast asleep.But I can't calm down.I couldn't stay here.I took a deep breath, trying to quell the mounting panic. My body felt sticky, my hair was disheveled, and the dress I wore last night was no longer on me. I couldn’t stop trembling, my body betraying me as a rush of anxiety tangled with embarrassment crashed over me."Focus, Bell,"I pulled the blanket up to cover my body, stepping slowly to the side of the bed. The wooden floor beneath me was cold, and my every movement felt like a time bomb that could wake him up at any moment.I didn't dare look back, I didn't dare make sure he stayed asleep. All I could think about was one thing: getti
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His Son, Her Secret CXIV : Not a Step Closer, Romanov
I close my eyes, letting the cool breeze from Lake Zürich brush my face.The air here felt different and fresher than San Francisco's. For a few moments, I let my mind wander.I didn't care what Pascha was doing next to me. It didn't matter if he was looking at me or busy with his thoughts. I just wanted to enjoy the Zürich air cool down all of the things spinning in my head."Do you remember?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur, laced with an unusual calm.I opened my eyes slowly, turning my head towards him. "What?"Pascha stared at the lake, his expression unreadable, but the corners of his lips twitched ever so slightly.“You once said you wanted to leave,” he mused. “Switzerland. Sheep. A simple life. Do you still dream about it?"I was silent, letting his words sink into my head.Then, I smiled a little.Oh. That.I remember that.Pascha and I—still young, still full of dreams and reckless plans—lay on his bed, talking about the future. I laughed, saying how much I wanted to run
His Son, Her Secret CXIII : Lake Zürich
I let my mind go back to that time—to the year when Pascha was not yet the Pascha Romanov he is now.I remember how he was still a young man trying to prove himself in his father's shadow. He spent long nights in the office, sitting behind a large desk with an endless stack of documents, occasionally throwing his pen in the air in frustration before finally looking up at me with a tired grin.“Bee, I'm not made for this.”And I would lean closer to him, rest my chin on his shoulder, then reply in a light tone, “It’s okay.”I was there when he was strategizing his first business and when he argued with senior executives who doubted his decisions. I saw him grow from an impatient young man to someone more dangerous.And then there was Mikaela.She came into the company a year after Pascha started taking over. I still remember how I first introduced her to Pascha.“She's smart,” I said at the time. “And I trust her.”And Pascha, with ease, accepted her.Mikaela became a manager in one of
His 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
His Son, Her Secret CXI : The Road Home
The trip home from the Alps felt faster than when we arrived.Blue skies spread out over the mountains, and the air was still cool even after we left the cabin. The winding road stretches before us, passing green fields and typical Swiss country houses that look like pictures on a postcard.I thought Max would be sad to leave this place, perhaps whining about staying longer like usual. But I was wrong.The boy sat confidently in the back seat, his hands resting on his small thighs while his feet swayed casually in the air.“I'll be back here,” he said confidently.I turned to him with a raised eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”Max nodded, his wide smile full of pride. “Yes! I'll be back here with all my robots. Optimus, Bumblebee, Megatron. All of them...”I let out a long breath, rolling my eyes. “Max, your robots can't enjoy the view of the Alps.”Max looked at me like I had just said something really stupid. “Mommy, they're Autobots. They like to explore.”From the seat next to him, Clara, busy
His Son, Her Secret CX : Mommy Always Wins
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
His Son, Her Secret CIX : Falling Asleep, Falling Apart
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
His Son, Her Secret CVIII : Flashback : Handle it with Care
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
His 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
His Son, Her Secret CVI : Flashback : Playing with Fire
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
