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LXVIII : Flashback : First Kiss
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His Son, Her Secret LXIX: Flashback : His Hold on Me
I had never felt this awful before.It had been a few days since that rainy night in my dorm, since that kiss—and I did everything to avoid Pascha desperately.Whenever I saw him on campus, I would immediately turn around, look the other way, or pretend to be busy with my phone. When he walked into the library, I would close my book quickly and leave. Even in the cafeteria, when I was with my friends, I chose to sit in a corner far away from where he and his friends usually ate.I couldn't face him.Not just because the kiss had left me confused but because something had changed inside me since that night, something I didn't dare admit.Jacob, my crush, who had felt like the safest place to be, suddenly felt... boring.I don't understand. I shouldn't feel this way. Jacob is a good man, a stable man, a reasonable man. He's not a storm like Pascha. He didn't confuse me or make me want to run away, but also... he didn't make me feel anything.I denied that.I told myself that this was ju
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We didn't speak throughout the ride.Only the car engine roar and the friction of the tyres on the asphalt accompanied us. I sat silently, looking at the road ahead without seeing it. My fingers gripped my pants tightly.Pascha remained silent. His eyes focused on the road. One hand rested casually on the steering wheel while the other easily shifted gears.I tried to ignore his presence, trying to remember why I had been avoiding him for the past few days."What did Sarah do to make you like that?"I blinked. Turned my head toward him.Pascha was still staring at the road.I chuckled softly. "She messed up our group project," I said, "We had clearly divided the tasks, had a format, and she just sent us something messy. Not only that, she acted like it was no big deal. Like I was the one being overly dramatic for caring about an assignment that made up 40 percent of our final grade. Then she started talking nonsense about how I was too much of a perfectionist, how I had no life other
Last Updated : 2025-02-06His Son, Her Secret LXXI: [Still Flashback] Into the Deep
"Come in. You won't regret it."My toes gripping the grassy ground as I considered his invitation. The clear water reflected the sunlight beginning to lean to the west, its surface sparkling like crystal. I could see the bottom of the lake. Small grayish rocks were scattered underneath, creating a beautiful natural expanse.I bit my lip, considering Pascha's invitation. I wanted to go in, but...My eyes caught a glimpse of him. His black hair was wet, and a few drops of water ran down his tanned skin.I let out a long breath."Alright." I turned towards the car, taking a deep breath as I got into it and closed the door. I removed my pants, leaving only the short boxers I always wore as underwear, while my black T-shirt remained attached to my body.As I returned to the lakeside, Pascha looked at me.I ignored him.I stepped into the water slowly, my body immediately feeling a piercing but refreshing cold sensation. I sighed softly, letting the water surround my skin, then walked deepe
Last Updated : 2025-02-07His Son, Her Secret LXXII : [Still Flashback] Too Close, Too Late
I don't know how this happened.How could I just let Pascha into my life?From that day at the lake, everything changed.Pascha was no longer just someone who frequently appeared, now he was everywhere.He would wait for me outside of class without being asked, offering me coffee that somehow always suited my taste. He would pull me to sit with him in the library under the pretext that he needed someone to "keep him company while he reads"—when, in the end, it was me who was busy with the assignment while he was just silent, watching me with that annoying grin.Sometimes, I still try to avoid him. Not because I want to, but because I don't know what is going on between us. But Pascha always found a way to drag me back to him.And I let him. I couldn't stay away from him anymore.Yet, on the other hand, I was already moving away from Jacob. I was never really with him, but we both knew that something could have been something that never really grew.So, I decided to end it before anyth
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Present The morning slipped through the gap in the curtains, refracting golden light into Max's room.I opened my eyes slowly, letting consciousness return to fill my heavy mind. My body still felt tired, not from lack of sleep but from the burden of thoughts that haunted me even in my dreams.Max was still asleep beside me. His face was peaceful, his lips slightly pursed like he were dreaming. His blanket was half uncovered, and one small hand was still hugging his favourite Superman doll.I gently stroked his hair, letting my fingers brush the fine black strands. My son. The only part of my life I never regretted.But everything leading up to this point? I can't say the same.I took a deep breath and looked out the window. The beach in front of the house was still quiet, and the waves were rolling in with a calm rhythm.I shouldn't feel like this.But as I sleep next to my son on what should be a peaceful morning, Aurora's words from five years ago come back to haunt me."You have
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After lunch, I stood on the sill of the dividing wall that separated the kitchen and living room, staring at Pascha, who was putting the car keys into his pants pocket. He was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his hair was slightly messy, typical of him.Sitting on the living room floor arranging Lego toys, Max turned his head when he heard his Dad footsteps."Are you leaving, Daddy?" he asked innocently.Pascha paused for a moment, then lowered his body to Max's level. "Yes, sweetheart. Daddy have some work to do."Max nodded with understanding. "You won't be long, right?"Pascha smiles a little, ruffling Max's hair. "I'll be home as soon as I finish work, Maxie."Max looked thoughtful for a moment, then his face lit up like he had just remembered something. "It's okay, Daddy, you don't have to worry."Pascha raised an eyebrow. "Why I don’t need to worry?""Because Uncle Ben is coming! So I won't be bored." Max casually replied.I froze in place.Pas
Last Updated : 2025-02-09His Son, Her Secret LXXV : Max’s Favorite Person
Max was still sitting on the sofa with an unreceptive expression, his mouth continuing to chew his hard homemade cookies with extra effort.Beside him, Clara laughed without pity, eating my cookies with a look of complete satisfaction."Wow, Bel, these cookies are perfect," she said dramatically, chewing slowly, wanting to taunt Max further. "Soft, just the right amount of sweetness, and they don't require any extra effort to bite into."Max gave her a sharp look. "My cookies are good too!"Clara suppressed a smile, then took one from Max's pile of cookies, tapping it against the table with a loud 'tock' sound.Max widened his eyes, then glared at her. "That's just because they're too dense! If I dipped them in milk, they'd be even better!"I laughed while Clara pretended to think. "Hmm... well, I'll try."She reached for Max's glass of milk, dipped the cookies into the milk for two seconds, then took a bite.Silence.Max waited expectantly.Clara blinked. Then...She rolled her eyes
Last Updated : 2025-02-10His Son, Her Secret LXXVI : Lines We Cannot Cross
I stood in the kitchen, my fingers typing a message quickly on my phone before I could think twice.Don't come.I stare at the screen for a moment, then add,I don't want Max to see you and Ben fighting. He loves you both, and I don't want him to be sad.I hit the send button and let out a long sigh, leaning back against the kitchen counter.A few seconds passed.Two ticks. Read.But no reply.I snorted softly, putting the phone down on the table. Pascha was probably thinking, or maybe he just didn't care. That doesn't surprise me.In the living room, the sound of explosions from the Transformers movie echoed, followed by Max giving a small cheer. He sat cross-legged on the floor, his eyes glued to the television screen, too engrossed in the giant robot battle scene.I rubbed my face, feeling a little tired despite not having done anything yet.Then, I heard footsteps.I knew who it was before I turned my head.Ben stopped in the kitchen doorway, leaning his broad shoulders against th
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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
