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CXXX : Not Even a Tear, Not Even a Fight
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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
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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
Last Updated : 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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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 CLXXIX : We Never Go Out of Style
That morning, the sun hung low over the San Francisco skyline, casting a soft glow that danced across the glass walls of the headquarters. I stood in front of the final presentation slide for the Lantum Mining project, the hum of the air purifier quietly filling the room, and my heart beat in an unfamiliar rhythm: slow… but heavy.Around me, the tech team was assembling the final report and prepping the soft launch of our AI-based ground stability monitoring system, soon to be deployed at the last satellite mining site. On the screen, every indicator was green. All the data integration, tech synchronization, and final testing. Flawless.“This,” I said, clicking the last slide on the remote, “is our final milestone. We’re officially done.”There was a soft round of applause. Not wild. But enough. Because this wasn’t just about finishing a project, it was validation. Of our work, our choices, our resilience.And for a moment, I just stood there. Staring at the screen.Then the breath ca
His Son, Her Secret CLXXVIII : you drew stars, but never stayed to see them fall.
I was driving with one hand, the other resting under my chin. Kyara sat in the passenger seat, wearing oversized sunglasses that looked like they belonged to a celebrity fresh off a Vogue shoot.“I still can’t believe it,” she said. “She’s pregnant, Bell. And you… you just—” She twisted toward me and let out a strangled noise of pure frustration. “—offered yourself up like a sandwich he dropped five years ago!”I clenched my jaw. “Ky…”“No, seriously.” Her voice was low and sharp. “He slept with Mikaela when you were about to marry him, then you got pregnant, and now Mikaela is pregnant and you slept with him again. I’m sorry, but this isn’t a soap opera anymore. This is Shakespearean tragedy with WiFi.”I gripped the steering wheel tighter. “I know. I… know.”But knowing wasn’t enough. Not when the shame crawled from the back of my neck to my cheeks, hot like a slap from the reality I’d refused to face. I ran a hand over my face, fingers trembling slightly.“Shit,” I muttered. “I fee
His Son, Her Secret CLXXVII : The Morning After Never Ends
Glass shelves, matte-black drawers, and a line of clothing racks stretched from one end of the room to the other. Filled with suits, shirts, and, oddly, rows of women’s clothes.I pulled open the third drawer, just like he said.And there it was.A pale gray knit sweater, wide-necked and slightly stretched around the collar from too much wear. I took a quiet breath as my fingers brushed the fabric. I knew this sweater.It used to be my emergency jacket when New York suddenly turned cold in Pascha’s penthouse. Back when we were still living together after graduation, before everything turned to rubble. It was the sweater I wore while eating instant ramen at 2 a.m., waiting on the couch for him to get home late from Romanov HQ, watching criminal series he never quite understood.I shut the drawer slowly, my breath trembling in silence. Then I glanced at the clothing rack beside it.Dresses. Blouses. Sweaters. Trousers. Silk pajamas. All… in sizes that, in a way far too strange, fit me e
His Son, Her Secret CLXXVI : I Know Better. I Just Don’t Do Better.
Morning sunlight slipped through the gap in the thin linen curtains, fluttering gently in the sea breeze.Warm. Soft. Peaceful.Too damn peaceful.My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing my brain registered was the ceiling—too high... and way too unfamiliar.Pascha’s mansion.I froze.My body tensed as I realized the warmth wrapped around my waist from behind wasn’t a blanket. It was an arm.Long. Strong. Bare.Wrapped around me like a gate I couldn’t break through.“Fuck,” I breathed out, almost like a prayer caught in my throat.A long sigh escaped my lips as I tried to piece things together. Didn’t take long. My head throbbed faintly. My neck still felt kissed. My legs still tangled in the mess of last night.Damn it.“Fuck me,” I whispered again.“Already did, Pchelka. More than once.”I jolted and half turned. “Pascha!”His eyes were still closed, face half-buried in the pillow, but a smug smile tugged at his lips.One of his arms was still draped around my waist, pulling me
His Son, Her Secret CLXXV : Lips Red, Knees Weak, Soul Gone [21+]
The cold air brushed against my skin as Pascha pulled the fabric of my T-shirt, which was roughly uncovered until it pooled under my chin. My breath caught. I didn't have time to be embarrassed, let alone protest, because his eyes were already smouldering like a hungry animal spotting prey.“Shit.” His voice was hoarse, guttural like he was choking himself with desire.And then...Heat.His tongue swipes over my nipples in slow motion, too conscious, too deliberate, like he wants to memorize every earthquake he triggers in my body. I squirm, my back arching without realizing it, hands gripping his short hair. Whether to pull him away or to bring him closer, I don't even know."Pascha...” his name came out as a moan, broken by the vibrations he left behind every time his lips sucked, every time his teeth pressed with sweet menace.He growled, the vibrations flowing straight from his mouth to my chest, to my spine, to the rest of my body. His one hand gripped my hip, holding me immobile
His Son, Her Secret CLXXIV : Out of My Hands
Jullian hadn’t even made it fully to his feet when Pascha’s second punch slammed into his face. The sound was thick, flesh meeting bone, followed by Jullian’s groan as he crashed back down into the sand, his hand flying to his cheek, already red and starting to bruise.“Don’t you ever touch her again,” Pascha growled, his chest heaving, and I didn’t recognize this man at all.I threw myself between them, shoving at Pascha’s chest with both hands. But his body was like stone.“Stop! ARE YOU INSANE?!” I screamed, my voice caught somewhere between panic and rage.He didn’t answer. His eyes stayed locked on Jullian, who was now sitting up, propping himself on one arm, breathing hard.“He touched you,” Pascha shouted at me.“YOU HAVE NO RIGHT!” I snapped, standing in front of Jullian now. “You don’t get to decide when you’re my son’s father, and when you’re—whatever the hell you think you are!”Pascha finally turned to me.His eyes were burning.I swallowed hard. “You can’t just show up an
His Son, Her Secret CLXXIII : even gentle hands can’t erase the ones that bruised you first
I froze.The sea breeze that had felt cool just moments ago now stung my skin like tiny needles. An inheritance?An heir?That... didn’t make any sense. My father was not someone who gave me anything. Not love, not protection, not even a place to return to after everything that happened at St. Sophia. He was the man who sat in the old armchair in our living room with those dark eyes that demanded A+ on every test, the man who raised a wooden ruler with a cold hand because of a single B.The man who, along with his wife—my biological mother—kicked me out of the house with one sentence: You’re a disgrace.And now... five years later, wrapped in a thin blanket under the night sky, hearing that the daughter they once labeled emotionally broken and too stubborn to love, the one they said could never compare to Ben—own everything they once used to crush me.My hands clenched the edge of the blanket. “Isn’t Ben the one managing everything?”Javier nodded . “Yeah. He handles the operations.
His Son, Her Secret CLXXII : Heir of the House, Heart of the Chaos
“Mommy!” Max appeared, hugging Megatron. The new robot Pascha sent this morning. The toy was as tall as Max’s knees.His face lit up when he saw me. But then his eyes shifted to Javier standing next to me, and his expression changed to something… suspicious.He tilted his head. Scanned Javier from head to toe. “Who are you?” Javier, who had been laughing in the car earlier over baby Max stories, froze for a second, then glanced at me. “Max?”I nodded slowly. “Yeah. This is Max.”Javier stared at Max for a moment longer, “Dios mío. He’s... he’s a carbon copy of Pascha. God, Bell, even the way he stands with that sideways lean... that’s so Pascha.”“I know.”“He even has the signature Romanov eyebrow lift,” he muttered.Meanwhile, Max hugged Megatron tighter, then stepped forward. “Are you... Mommy’s new husband?”I choked on my breath. “Maximus Prime!” I gave him a sharp look. “Don’t say stuff like that!”Max just shrugged. “I’m analyzing. Not saying stuff.”Javier burst out laughing.
His Son, Her Secret CLXXI : I’m Fine, Just Ask My Mouse and My Mantra
The restaurant stood grandly by the beach, with huge windows facing the ocean. Honestly, this wasn’t what I pictured when Max shouted “pizza!” in front of the house.I glanced at Jullian as we stepped in and were greeted by a hostess with a professional smile. “This place... is not your average pizza joint,” Jullian smiled. “It’s pizza... with a five-star rating.”“And a price tag that could pay two months of electricity,” I muttered.“Minor detail,” he said casually.Max didn’t seem the least bit intimidated by the fancy interior or the gleaming ceramic plates. “Jullian,” he said seriously, “if pizza is round, why is the box square?” “Because triangles are too suspicious for a global conspiracy.” Jullian answered without hesitation.“And... why does the cheese melt but not run away?” Max continued, eyes wide.“Because cheese knows it’s being watched.”Clara was filming them on her phone, laughing softly behind the screen.Max pointed at Jullian’s face. “He’s totally a secret agent
