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CXXX : Not Even a Tear, Not Even a Fight
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2025-03-28 21:56:12
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His Son, Her Secret CXXXI : Tiny Hands, Big Opinions
"I'm telling you, Bumblebee is cooler than Optimus Prime!" Max's voice was shrill with conviction. "Even though I like Optimus, Bumblebee is like a soldier guarding him!""No way, Prime is the leader of the Autobots! He's stronger, wiser, and definitely cooler," Clara said in a challenging tone."But Bumblebee is faster! And he can talk on the radio! You only like Prime because he's the big boss, Cece!"I tried to stifle my laughter as I propped myself up in the doorway. The two of them stood facing each other on the sofa, Max with his arms folded across his tiny chest, while Clara sat dismissively."I just like characters who know how to make important decisions, Max.""No! Cece only likes leaders! If Transformers were a kingdom, Cece would choose Optimus to be the king!"Clara snorted. "Of course you would. And Bumblebee? Is he the royal guard?""He's a fighting prince!" Max lifted his chin, full of conviction.I couldn't help but laugh again. "Oh my, are you guys having a Transform
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-28His Son, Her Secret CXXXII : Of Tiny Detectives and Tall Liars
Knock! Knock! Knock!I had just finished setting the dishes on the dining table when a knock came from the front door.Max, busy with his Transformers toys on the floor, immediately turned his head. His eyes sparkled with curiosity.Clara nudged my arm, whispering, "Should I get some popcorn? This should be interesting."I snorted, ignored her, and walked towards the door. When I opened it, a tall man with a black leather jacket and a mischievous smile was already standing there.Jullian."Just in time," I said, stepping aside from the doorway to let him in.Jullian glanced at me with eyes full of amusement. "You sound surprised. Did you think I'd be late?"I shrugged casually. "Maybe."He chuckled, then stepped inside. As soon as he took off his jacket and saw Max standing in the living room, I thought this would be an awkward meeting.I was wrong.Max doesn't take long to adapt to new people."WHO ARE YOU?" he asked excitedly, his hands on his hips.Jullian raised both hands like a
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-29His Son, Her Secret CXXXIII : You Need to Calm Down, Mommy
The night breeze blew softly, bringing the salty scent of the sea to my balcony. In front of us, the waves roll in quietly, reflecting the faint moonlight on the water's surface.Max sits in his little wicker chair, eagerly munching on his dessert. Next to him, Jullian sits in another chair, still with the same patient expression he has had since dinner last night."This is delicious!" Max said with his mouth full. "What's this called?"Jullian smiled. "Tiramisu."Max frowned. "Tira... what?""Tiramisu," Jullian repeated. "A cake from Italy."Max squinted, staring at the cake on his plate. "Has Optimus Prime ever eaten this?"I couldn't help but laugh. "Max, Optimus doesn't eat tiramisu.""But he's a robot, Mommy. Robots must eat weird things."I just sighed sarcastically."I have Bumblebee at home," Max said suddenly, munching on his tiramisu.Jullian smiled, rubbing Max's head gently. "Bumblebee? The yellow one?"Max nodded vigorously. "Yes! He's cool! He can turn into a car!""What
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-30His Son, Her Secret CXXXIV : jealousy, jealousy
Sunlight sneaking through the gap in the curtains made me squint. I tried to curl up deeper under the blanket, but something was poking my face. Max's tiny foot was pressed against my cheek—cold and oblivious. Half-asleep, I gently moved his foot, hoping to find a more comfortable position. But before I could close my eyes again, Max suddenly rolled over hard, nearly kicking me in the stomach. "Ugh..." I groaned, rubbing my side where his little knee had jabbed me. Max slept like a disaster—his legs stretched toward me while his head pointed to the end of the bed. He mumbled softly, muttering incoherently—something about Optimus or some other robot that occupied his thoughts even in sleep. I took a deep breath, trying to be patient. Max never slept peacefully. Sometimes he pushed me with his feet, sometimes he sprawled his small body across my chest as if I were a living pillow. And once he conquered the entire bed, he'd start sleep-talking with a burst of enthusiasm. I had no id
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-30His Son, Her Secret CXXXV : Flipping Pancakes, Turning Pages, Closing Doors
I grabbed a comb from the table and pulled Max into my arms, starting to tame his messy hair after a night of sleeping like a ninja. Max immediately winced, grumbling as he tried to pull away. “Mommy, be gentle! I’m not a pony!” I held back a laugh. “If you don’t want to be brushed like a pony, don’t sleep like a tornado.” Max pouted. “But I have to fight in my dreams.” I shook my head as I smoothed down the last strand. “Fighting who?” Max looked up seriously. “Megatron.” I took a deep breath, trying not to smile. “Of course you did.” Just as I put down the comb, Max suddenly straightened up and glanced at the wall clock. His eyes went wide. “Mommy... It’s already ten! Cece isn’t awake yet."I looked at him, puzzled. “And?” Max stared at me as if I had just said something ridiculous. “That means she missed breakfast! Poor Cece!” I raised an eyebrow. “Cece is not a baby, Max.” But he had already jumped off the stool, ready to dash off. “I have to wake her up!” Before I coul
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-30His Son, Her Secret CXXXVI : Megatron and Other Monsters
The living room was filled with the clashing sound effects of robot battles, mixed with the soft background music of a crime drama playing on the TV. I sat on the sofa bed, hugging a pillow, half-lying down while staring at the screen, though my mind wasn’t really paying attention.On the floor, Clara was sprawled out on the carpet, wrapped in a blanket with her messy hair everywhere. She must be exhausted after this morning’s “battle” with Max. That girl can fall asleep anywhere when she’s tired enough.Max, on the other hand, was still full of energy. He sat next to Clara with his robot collection lined up neatly. His tiny hands moved one robot against another, making them fight with sound effects he created himself.“Watch out! Optimus is gonna crush you!” Max growled softly, moving the red and blue robot against the smaller black one.Clara stirred, trying to push away Max’s foot that occasionally bumped her face. “Max... stop rolling on top of me...” she mumbled, half-asleep.Max
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-31His Son, Her Secret CXXXVII : The Door I Had to Close
I took a deep breath, swallowing the shock still caught in my throat. Max was still standing at the doorway, staring at my father and mother with curious eyes. Of course, he didn’t recognize them. How could he know two people who never even tried to know him? I knelt beside him, gently touching his shoulder. “Max, can you go inside? Keep Cece company for a bit.” Max glanced at me, his forehead creased. “But, Mommy—” “Maximus Prime.” My voice was firmer this time, but still gentle. I didn’t want him to sense that something was off. Max looked at me for a moment, then nodded. “Okay...” He stepped back, but before leaving, he gave my parents one more look and— “Cece! There are two weird people at the door!” he yelled before running inside. I let out a long sigh. Nothing to be done about that kid’s mouth. Once Max disappeared into the house, I reached for the door handle and closed it slowly, leaving just a small gap behind me. Now, it was just me and them. I looked at them coldl
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-31His Son, Her Secret CXXXVIII : A Brother’s Rage, A Sister’s Secrets
I was still standing in front of the door, trying to regulate my breathing, which felt heavier than it should. "Bell?" I opened my eyes and turned around. Clara was standing a few steps away from me.I forced a smile. "I'm fine." Clara didn't move. Her gaze remained fixed on me, and I knew she wouldn't accept my answer just like that. "Belva," she said softly. "Don't lie." I sighed a little, letting my smile fade slightly. I could have said everything was fine, that the earlier encounter didn’t affect me. But Clara knew me better than that. She stepped closer, her small hand hesitating for a moment before finally touching my arm lightly. "Bell," she repeated, her voice even softer. I swallowed hard, feeling something in my chest starting to loosen. I didn’t want to look vulnerable, but with her, I didn’t have to pretend to be strong. Without warning, Clara pulled me into a hug. Warm, tight, as if she was trying to channel a strength that words couldn't express. I let my body
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His Son, Her Secret CLI : Midnight Whispers & Morning Mayhem [Flashback]
Night descended quickly over Siberia, bringing with it the creeping cold. The night wind struck the wooden walls of the cabin, rustling and whispering in a low, soothing tone. The fire in the hearth still burned, its flames dancing in golden-orange shadows across the rough wooden walls.I lay on the rough yet surprisingly soft wooden cot, a thick blanket wrapped tightly around me. Trisha lay next to me, curled up with her face hidden beneath the covers. Her breathing had evened out, signaling that she had fallen into a deep sleep after today’s long journey.But I couldn’t sleep. Maybe it was the sound of the wind howling outside or perhaps it was the swirl of thoughts racing through my mind. I glanced toward Pascha and Igor, who were sitting on the other side of the room. They were near the hearth, which was slowly dying down, talking in low tones that I could only partly make out. Their Russian flowed quickly and smoothly, sounding more like murmurs than distinct words.Pascha turned
His Son, Her Secret CL : Beneath the Pines, Beneath His Gaze [Flashback]
The sky was starting to darken as we walked back to the cabin. The Siberian night air pierced our skin, even though the sun hadn't fully set yet. Trisha and I walked side by side, a bit behind Pascha and Igor, who were leading the way with their long strides.Trisha slipped her hand into my arm, trying to warm herself. "You know, I'm kind of jealous of you," she muttered suddenly.I turned to her, frowning. "Jealous? Jealous about what?"She shrugged, her eyes still fixed on her brother ahead of us. "Pascha loves you in a way that's... hard to explain. It's like the world stops when he's with you."I looked away, trying to hide the blush creeping up my cheeks. "I know he loves me, but... the future is unpredictable, right?"Trisha laughed softly, her voice like a gentle breeze slipping through the pine trees. "That's true. But I know Pascha. He'll never love anyone the way he loves you. He might be a little annoying and clingy, but trust me, he won't just let you go."I bit my lip, tr
His Son, Her Secret CXLIX : Wildflowers & Wilderness Hearts [Flashback]
Igor walked ahead with a light step, as if he didn’t feel the weight at all, while I, Pascha, and Trisha followed behind, gasping for breath. The trail was rocky and slippery, with tree roots jutting out from the ground. Towering pine trees lined both sides, their shadows stretching under the afternoon sun.“I... hate... you... Igor...” Trisha panted, dragging her feet, clearly exhausted.Pascha raised an eyebrow, glancing at his brother. “Are you sure this is the right trail? We’ve been walking for over an hour!”Igor just looked back with a half-mocking smile. “You’re too spoiled. This is the easiest route.”I wiped the sweat from my forehead and took a deep breath. “The easiest route? Are you serious?”Suddenly, the rumble of a helicopter sounded above. I looked up and saw a sleek black helicopter flying low, following the trail. The window was open, and I could see Natalia waving cheerfully while Alexandr sat comfortably inside, probably enjoying the view from above without having
His Son, Her Secret CXLVIII : Luxury Left Us at the Gate [Flashback]
The Romanov family's private jet was way bigger than I had imagined. The interior felt like a floating penthouse, complete with white leather sofas, thick cream-colored carpets, and large windows offering an endless view of the blue sky. There was a spacious seating area with a polished wooden table and a minibar filled with crystal glasses and high-end liquor bottles.I sat on one of the sofas near the window while Trisha sat beside me, hugging a pillow with a grumpy face. From the other end of the room, I could hear Pascha and Igor’s muffled voices, seemingly arguing about something I couldn't quite grasp."I can't believe we're actually going to Siberia," Trisha grumbled, burying her face in the pillow. "I packed summer clothes, cute dresses, and now we're going to end up in the middle of a forest with wolves and—what was it again? Taiga man?"I chuckled, resisting the urge to tease her more. "You could still wear those dresses in the woods. Maybe the bears would appreciate your fa
His Son, Her Secret CXLVII : Siberian Summers & City-Born Hearts [Flashback]
Lunch at the Romanov household felt more like a grand family feast than just an ordinary meal. The long dining table was covered with mouth-watering dishes—thick black bread with butter, deep purple-red borscht, salads with diced beets and potatoes, and large platters of roasted meat, their savory aroma filling the room. Everything was arranged neatly on a spotless white tablecloth, with crystal glasses gleaming under the luxurious chandelier.I sat next to Pascha, who looked more relaxed than usual, while Igor sat across from me, chewing his food with the focus of a soldier on a covert mission. At the head of the table sat Alexandr, moving his fork with graceful precision, observing the scene with sharp yet affectionate eyes. Natalia was beside him, her slender fingers delicately stirring her soup as she smiled softly.However, the peaceful lunch almost immediately unraveled when Trisha started talking.“I’m telling you, we have to go to the Riviera! Beaches, cocktails, yacht parties
His Son, Her Secret CXLVI : The Scent of Roses, The Sound of Power [Flashback]
In front of the massive entrance, with towering marble pillars, stood two figures who immediately captured my attention. A tall, broad-shouldered man with dark hair that was starting to gray at the temples, his face stern with sharp, chiseled lines.My chest and throat tightened instantly. Pascha’s parents. Alexandr Romanov and Natalia Romanova.Their names carried a weight of history, almost legendary in the realms of international business and politics. Just one glance at them, and I could feel the power and dominance radiating from their composed presence. A sudden wave of tension washed over me, and I found myself clutching the hem of my skirt.“Relax,” Pascha whispered beside me, his large hand reaching out to pat my thigh reassuringly. “They’re not as bad as you think.”I shot him a suspicious look. “Not as bad?” I echoed quietly. “Did you forget all those stories about their strict discipline and rigid rules?”Pascha shrugged nonchalantly. “They’re softer when it comes to guest
His Son, Her Secret CXLV : He Smirks, The City Glows, & I'm in Too Deep [Flashback]
The sight of the Romanov family's private airport froze me in place. A warm summer breeze brushed against my face, but it was nothing compared to the gleaming private jet shining under the sun. The jet's sleek black paint bore the Romanov family emblem on the tail—an elegant symbol with gold accents that screamed power and luxury."Wow," I whispered, probably for the fifth time in the past ten minutes. My eyes couldn't tear away from every detail of the jet, the aerodynamic lines, the dominating grandeur, and the bold, graceful lettering of the family name etched on the side.Standing beside me with his hands casually tucked into his black pants pockets, Pascha let out an amused snort at my repeated reaction."It's just a plane, Bee," he said nonchalantly, as if the magnificent thing was just a toy.I glanced at him, giving him a pointed look. "Just a plane?" I echoed in disbelief. "It's bigger than my apartment!"He shrugged without a hint of guilt. "You haven't seen the inside yet."
His Son, Her Secret CXLIV : Moscow Sounds Like Trouble (So Do You) [Flashback]
"I missed you," he whispered, his deep, raspy voice vibrating the air between us. I bit my lower lip, trying hard not to smile. "Then stop making me mad." "I can’t promise that," he replied with a mischievous smirk before leaning down to gently kiss my forehead. I closed my eyes, letting out a long sigh. Pascha always had this infuriating yet comforting way of making me both angry and at peace at the same time—a combination that was both annoying and heartwarming. The night stretched on, and we kept talking, laughter and complaints blending into a long, seemingly endless conversation. Slowly, my eyelids grew heavy.I inched closer to Pascha, letting his arm wrap around me as his warmth surrounded me in a rare feeling of comfort. :::: For the first time in weeks, I felt genuinely at peace. The morning in Cambridge was chilly, even with the sun hanging low in the sky. Dew still clung to the apartment windows, leaving blurry wet streaks. I stood in my small kitchen, staring at a s
His Son, Her Secret CXLIII : Tamed? In Your Dreams, Darling
As soon as the car stopped in front of my flat, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I practically jumped out before Pascha even turned off the engine, dragging my suitcase to the front door. "I missed my bed!" I yelled enthusiastically. Behind me, Pascha just scoffed, grabbing his jacket and following me with a lazy stride. "Of course," he muttered. "I’m the one you see first after we apart, but the thing you missed most is your bed. Annoying." I ignored him. After punching in the door code and pushing it open, I rushed inside, dropped my bag on the floor, and nearly threw myself onto the bed—except Pascha beat me to it. He casually tossed his jacket onto the couch and walked straight to my bed, dropping onto it with a smug, victorious expression. "Pascha, move," I hissed, glaring at him. He looked at me lazily, raising one eyebrow. "No." I groaned in frustration but eventually just flopped onto the bed too, shoving his shoulder to make some space. "Don’t touch me," I muttered when
