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His Son, Her Secret VI
At the dining table facing the glass wall, the light of nine o'clock in the morning flowed softly, touching the wooden floor with a thin warmth. I sat with a cup of coffee in my hand, its bitter aroma piercing my sense of smell and slowly infiltrating my mind. But the calming effect I was hoping for didn't come."So, how was the party last night?" Ben emerged from the hallway, his black hair a mess, and the pajama shirt and shorts he was wearing showed how relaxed this morning was for him.I didn't turn around, just stared straight at my cup. "Nothing special," I replied in a bland tone."Nothing special?" He pulled up a chair opposite me, his voice laced with skepticism. "That's not Grandpa's style. So, what's the latest political scheme he's devised for you, then?"I forced a small smile, shrugging. "He introduced me to Julian Warren.""Julian?" he frowned, then gave a short laugh. "The eldest son of the Warren family? The guy who always looks like he's trying way too hard to be "co
Last Updated : 2024-12-16His Son, Her Secret VII
Kylie lowered her coffee cup loudly onto a small saucer, making a clinking sound that attracted the attention of several guests at the following table.Her eyes widened, her gaze lingering on my face. "I hope this is a joke,"Aurora leaned closer to me, "Belly, you know how they treat you. Why would you even consider going to that party?"I leaned back into the chair, my hand holding the glass of tea I hadn't touched. "I have no choice. Grandpa gave me an ultimatum, and I knew if I didn't go, I'd be putting Max in danger. They... they threatened to bring his name to the Romanov family.""Of course, they'll use Max to force you. Typical of a family that only cares about their big name. They haven't changed a bit." Kylie snorted.Aurora touched my arm. "Is everything okay? What happened there?"I looked down, letting the memory of the party invade my mind. "Well, they had a lot of questions and were, obviously, surprised by Max. Papa and Mama barely spoke to me, they’re.... still very c
Last Updated : 2024-12-17His Son, Her Secret VIII
“Miss Moguel?” The voice of the man who had been asking about technical constraints broke the ice that was choking me. “Can you explain more about risk mitigation in this implementation?”I tried to concentrate. My lips trembled slightly when I opened my mouth, but no sound came at first. It felt like this whole room was shrinking, the sound of Pascha's faint laughter echoing in my mind, even though he hadn't said anything.Mr. Grant turned to me, his eyebrows raised in slight concern. “Belva, please.”"I’m sorry." I nodded quickly, forcing myself to stand up straight again.I stared blankly at the screen for a few seconds, taking a deep breath before pressing the remote to display the next slide.“As I explained earlier,” I began, but the scratchy feeling in my throat made the voice hoarse. I closed my mouth for a moment and took another breath. “Our team has considered various risks in implementing this technology. In the event of operational disruptions, such as data inaccuracies o
Last Updated : 2024-12-20His Son, Her Secret IX : Familiar Demon
I made it out of the meeting room, looking for an opening while Mr. Grant and the other directors were discussing outside this project with the man who destroyed me five years ago.I walked quickly, almost running out of the meeting room. It felt like there was a hole in my chest, an invisible pressure that kept pushing out. My body felt burning, even though the air in the office hallway was supposed to be cold. My footsteps echoed, but I didn't care.All I had in my head was one word: get out.Once I reached the small pantry at the end of the corridor, I opened the glass cabinet and grabbed a glass. My hands trembled slightly as I poured water from the dispenser.The cold water touched my lips and down my throat, giving me the temporary relief I desperately needed.I closed my eyes, trying to catch my breath.I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, trying to calm the storm swirling inside my head. Why was he here? What was he doing on this project? What does it all mean? How cou
Last Updated : 2024-12-20His Son, Her Secret X : Superman Needs No Father
I sat on a cane chair on the balcony, looking at the coastline. The midday sun reflected golden sparkles on the waves rolling gently towards the sand. The cool coastal breeze blew through my hair, but I still felt like I was burning—not by the sun's heat, but by the thoughts that hadn't stopped tearing at my composure since this morning's meeting.In front of me, Max sat in his little chair, a spoon in his tiny hands, busily digging into the lasagna on his plate. His round cheeks moved as he chewed enthusiastically, his little legs dangling over the edge of the chair. Every time he looked at me, he smiled widely, like there was no sinner in the world."Mommy, the lasagna is so good!" he said happily, jolting me out of the dark vortex of thoughts shackling me.I forced myself to smile. "Really? Mommy made it, especially for you, Max. If you like it, I will be so happy."He nodded vigorously, his spoon back in action. I watched him eat, trying to hold on to the fact that he was the reas
Last Updated : 2024-12-22His Son, Her Secret XI : Masks and Mirrors
A shimmering black car pulled up right in front of my house, evoking an inevitable feeling of awkwardness. Through the window, I saw a man get out of the driver's side. His dark gray suit was too perfect, and his hair was neatly combed in an almost too deliberate manner.Julian Warren.I take a deep breath before opening the door, trying to control the lingering anger from this damn order.I open the door, and Julian steps over with his big smile."Belva," he greeted in a cheerful tone that was a little too contrived. "I hope I wasn't too abrupt."I smiled slightly, more out of formality than warmth. "No, I've already been told by Grandpa.""Ah, yes," he said with a small nod, his eyes briefly sweeping over my house with undue curiosity. Then he looked me up and down. "Belva," he said, his smile growing wider as his eyes returned to mine. "You look fantastic tonight."I swallowed a long breath, trying to contain my annoyance. "Thank you," I replied shortly.Formality was my only refug
Last Updated : 2024-12-22His Son, Her Secret XII : Smiles and Scars
"Julian Warren." The voice sliced through the air, heavy and cold.Standing before us was Pascha Romanov, his towering frame exuding an aura of dominance. His thin, calculated smile shifted between us, lingering on me for an excruciating few seconds that seemed to stretch into eternity.Julian, who had been so at ease just moments ago, stiffened. Straightening his posture, he greeted Pascha with a formality that betrayed the tension crackling in the air."Pascha Romanov," he said evenly, his voice steady but not warm. "It has been a long time."I did not join the conversation. I couldn't because I immediately focused on Mikaela Morris, the woman beside Pascha—the woman I used to call my best friend.She stood there nervously, her hand clutching Pascha's arm like an anchor. Her eyes glanced at me several times, only to look away immediately. Her once confident face now looked doubtful, even a little flushed.How dare she stand here. How dare these two traitors approach me."Are you he
Last Updated : 2024-12-24His Son, Her Secret XIII : Chasing Shadows
I stood in front of the stove, busy stirring the pancake batter, my hair still wrapped in rollers, and I felt like a housewife from an old era.The sound of small steps running across the wooden floor made me let out a long sigh. Max, with seemingly endless energy, kept running from one end of the house to the other, even though Clara had tried to catch him to put on his pre-kindergarten uniform."Maximus Superman, stop running around!" Clara called out from the living room, her breathing starting to sound a little tired. She held the little navy blue uniform in one hand while the other was outstretched, trying to grab Max, who was nimbly dodging. "If you don't stop, we won't make it in time, Superman!""But I want to play, Cece!" Max replied in a loud voice, his laughter filling the already quite busy morning air.I rolled my eyes as I poured pancake batter onto the hot griddle, producing a soothing sizzling sound. "Maxie, listen to Cece. Otherwise, you won't get to eat Mommy's panca
Last Updated : 2024-12-24
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His Son, Her Secret XXXI : The Morning of His Triumph
The darkness wrapped around me like a soft blanket, bringing a warmth that was so familiar and soothing. My body felt light, drowning in unexplainable comfort. The faint scent of sandalwood and the traces of warmth around me made me want to stay here forever, away from all the chaos in the real world.Among my wavering consciousness, I felt something—a soft touch like a butterfly's wing on my cheek, a small peck that was almost a whisper.Warm breath touched my skin, creating a peaceful sensation that slowly made me smile in my sleep.This warmth is so familiar as if I recognized it long ago but can't remember the last time I felt it.I let out a long breath, my body relaxing even more in that cozy embrace. Unconsciously, I drew closer to the source of that warmth, letting myself sink further into this peace. There was no pain, no worry—just warmth and soothing darkness.:::The morning sunlight pierced through the thin curtains, illuminating the room with warm rays that reflected off
His Son, Her Secret XXX : Dance of Flames [21++]
As the elevator doors opened with a soft thud, Pascha immediately grabbed my hand, leading me out without giving me a chance to rebel.My high heels clashed with the shiny marble floor, and I had to half-run to keep up with his long strides. The room was part of the VVIP hotel, the highest floor in the building, with a glass wall that provided a view of the city of San Francisco and the beach in the distance.However, I didn't have time to notice the beauty."Let. Me. Go!" I tried to stop my steps, but he only tightened his grip on my wrist, forcing me to follow his steps."What do you want from me?" I shouted, my breathing heavy with emotion mixed with exhaustion. My body stiffened as he stopped in front of a large door, took a key card from his pocket, and opened the door with a swift motion.He didn't answer. Instead, he pulled me into a spacious room with modern interiors and elegant neutral colors. The door closed with a click behind me, trapping us both inside the space.I twist
His Son, Her Secret XXIX : Old Flames Ignite
The night was falling. The sky outside was dark, with stars faintly visible through the window curtains. Aurora stood behind me, concentrating on fixing my hair, while I sat in front of the mirror with my body slightly tense."So he really said he would take Max away from you?" Aurora's voice broke the silence.I nodded slowly, staring at our reflection in the mirror. "Yeah. He's not messing around, Ara."Aurora paused for a moment, her lips drawn into a thin line, then quickly picked up a hairpin to tighten the bun she was making. "That guy is really... ugh, I don't have words bad enough to describe him.""We can make a list of curse words if you want," Kyara interrupted from the doorway, folding her arms across her chest. "Pascha Romanov is shameless. How dare he show up after five years and immediately feel he has a right to Max."I let out a long sigh, looking at Aurora, who was busy with my hair again. "You know, I loved him once too. I mean, I... I still don't know what he reall
His Son, Her Secret XXVIII : Walls and Wounds
PRESENT The darkness was so peaceful, wrapping me like a soft blanket that hugged me tightly. I felt my body light, without the haunting pain like before.In my sleep, I felt a familiar warmth, a firm and protective embrace, like an anchor amid a storm. The steady heartbeat, the deep breathing—all of it gave me unexplainable comfort.Like returning home after years of being lost.I don't want to wake up. Here, in this warmth, all my worries disappeared. I let myself sink deeper, letting time pass without a care in the world.But finally, reality pulled me back.Slowly, my eyes opened. The soft light of the morning sun infiltrated through the thick window curtains. The unfamiliar white ceiling greeted my sight, and I realized my head was no longer as heavy as before. But, there was a light throbbing in my stomach, a reminder of all the emotions and pain I had gone through.I blinked a few times, trying to understand where I was. This room was... large, with elegant modern furniture. T
His Son, Her Secret XXVII : FLASHBACK = The Drama Queen and Her Idiot
FLASHBACKCampus was filled with students preparing for our end-of-semester exams. In a quieter corner of the study room, I sat with my head resting on the desk, my hands pressed against my stomach. It felt like a fire burning inside my stomach, consuming every bit of energy I had.“Why are you so stupid, Bel?” Mikaela sat on the chair next to me, looking at me with a half-worried, half-exasperated expression. She snapped a finger in front of my face. “I told you yesterday, don't drink too much coffee, you know your body isn't built for it.”“I have to study,” I muttered weakly. “You know, this IT major is no joke. Those codes won't compile themselves.”“And your body won't heal itself either if you keep treating it like this!” Aurora, sitting next to Mikaela, chimed in while shaking her head. She thrust a mineral water bottle at me. “Drink this. You look like you're going to faint.”I took the bottle with trembling hands, trying to swallow some water even though my stomach felt too f
His Son, Her Secret XXVI : Colliding Tempests
"Mommy!" My heart leapt into my throat as Max's voice broke my trance. He exclaimed excitedly, waving his little arms from where he stood. Wet sand clung to his knees, and his face shone as brightly as the afternoon sun.I wanted to turn around and run away before everything unfolded, but it was already too late. Pascha turned his head slowly towards me, and the cold gaze he cast made my body stiff.He stood up, with his hands still clutching the small shovel. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Max running towards me, leaving a small trail in the sand. But I can only focus on Pascha—his sharp, dagger-like gaze, filled with something I can't quite decipher, maybe anger, maybe shock, or even both."Mommy, look, Daddy and I made a big sand castle!" Max said in a voice full of pride, his little hands pointing toward the big hole they had just dug.I was stunned.The world seemed to spin slowly. The word "Daddy" echoed in my head, destroying all the walls of defence I had painstakingly bu
His Son, Her Secret XXV : Worlds Bound to Clash
I stepped into the small kitchen in the corner of the office, the lingering aroma of coffee from the morning still hanging in the air. The room was quiet, only my footsteps echoing on the tiled floor. It was almost peaceful—almost, as my mind remained filled with Carlos Moguel Sr's threatening voice that kept repeating like an echo in my head.The kitchen was simple but functional, with a modern coffee machine that was a favorite of the whole team. I filled my cup with black coffee, trying to enjoy a quiet moment in the middle of a busy day. The fragrant aroma of the coffee helped calm my mind a little.Heavy footsteps could be heard approaching, and without turning around, I knew who had just walked into the room.I sighed tiredly. Is it too much to ask for one day ... where I don’t have to deal with him?"You must be excited after discovering that I'm your neighbor."I let out a long sigh, trying to stop myself from slamming the coffee cup in my hand to his face. Pascha stood in t
His Son, Her Secret XXV : Tightrope
My heart felt like it had stopped.Pascha's gaze cut through me, piercing like a merciless dagger. The air around me felt heavy, and I found myself unable to move, let alone speak."I can't believe it," I muttered, more to myself than anyone else in the room."Neither do I," Pascha replied, his slight smile growing more disturbing. "The world is smaller than I thought."I forced myself to take a deep breath, trying to get a grip on myself. But, my mind was in turmoil. He is here.Not just at work, not just in the Lantum Mining project that was already torturing me enough, but now also next door to my house. A place that should be a safe space for me—for Max.Max.My mind immediately jumped to the boy, imagining his cheerful face this morning, showing off the Porsche mini car he received from Clara’s uncle. I bite my lip, trying to hold back the worry that suddenly hits me like a big wave.What if Pascha see him? What if he knew? "Mr. Romanov, we've come to discuss about your complain
His Son, Her Secret XXIII : Neighbors & Nightmares
It's getting late, and the coastal breeze feels cooler as Julian and I leave the shop. My house isn't far from here, just a few minutes' walk, so I decided to walk instead."I can handle walking, you know," I shoot him a quick look.He shoved his hands into his pockets, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Guess that makes me your chaperone tonight. Gotta keep the tradition alive, right?"I snorted softly, stepping down the sandy path that led to the beach. The sound of the waves was a constant backdrop, completing the cozy silence between us."You don't have to do this," I said again, though inwardly, I didn't mind his presence."I know," he replied casually. "But I want it."We walked in silence for a while, our steps matching the sound of the occasionally louder waves as the water reached the shore. The moonlight reflected off the surface of the water, giving it an almost magical atmosphere."I think you misunderstood me."I turned to him, slightly surprised by his seri
