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XCIV : Chasing Heights, But Gravity Fails
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I reached for the glass of water, my fingers trembling slightly as I lifted it. I took a slow sip, letting the cool sensation flow down my throat, trying to calm something churning in my chest.Nothing happened. I was fine.I have to be okay.Footsteps approached, followed by Max's excited voice."I just saw a big eagle!" he exclaims, climbing into his seat and nearly knocking over my glass as he sits down.I’m placing my glass back on the table carefully. "Oh yeah? How big?"Max spread his arms as wide as he could. "This big! It has vast wings! Daddy says it's called a golden eagle. I saw it flying so high in the sky!"I glanced at Pascha, sitting in his chair again. "Golden eagle?" I asked, trying to take my mind off the notification on his phone earlier.Pascha nodded. "Many are around this area, especially in the summer."Max nodded, his hair slightly disheveled from the wind. "And then I also saw a little squirrel running around in the tree near the balcony! It was so fast, Mommy
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There was a slight tap on my cheek.I groaned softly, but the taps were getting more frequent. Then, the sound of giggling could be heard.I opened my eyes, the light from the room lamp blinding me for a moment before I could see the figure in front of me.Max.With a smile full of mischief, he patted my cheek again, this time a little harder.Plop."Mommy..." he whispered, as if afraid to wake me up but clearly not trying very hard not to. "...Wake up... dinner time..."I blinked, then glanced at the window. The sky had darkened completely, and the lights outside the cabin were beginning to glow dimly.I rubbed my face. "What time is it?"Max grabbed my hand, pulling me. "I don’t know but it's dinner time! Hurry, Mommy!"I let out a sigh before giving in and letting Max pull me out of the covers. I sat on the edge of the bed, Max jumping right down."We are having a barbeque outside!"I was still trying to gather my wits. "Barbeque?"Max nodded. "Yes! There's steak, sausage, and gril
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It's a quiet night in the Alps.I sat at a small table by the window, the light from my laptop screen. The cold air from outside sneaked in, but I remained silent, taking a sip of the coffee that had started to cool in my cup.My round glasses were perched on my nose as I focused on reading the latest report on the Lantum Mining project. It should be enough to take my mind off everything that happened today.But my mind is still spinning."Something that will destroy you."Christian's words echo in my head, mixed with the text I received one night ago."They're coming for you."I closed the report on the screen and opened the messaging app on my phone. My fingers trembled slightly as I scrolled back through the conversation. There was no sender, no identity, just one short message that appeared in the middle of the night, adding to the list of strange things that had happened since I arrived here.I frowned, then quickly switched to another program on my laptop. If there was one thing
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Pascha's hand lifts to the hem of his T-shirt and pulls it up, taking it off like I'm not here.I looked away but still caught a glimpse of how his back muscles moved in the moonlight. I blinked and tried to keep my mind from thinking weird thoughts at the sight of his bare chest.He tossed his T-shirt onto a rock. "Meeting was exhausting," he muttered. "My head is still full of numbers and reports.""So that's your excuse for swimming in freezing water?" I raised an eyebrow.Pascha smiled. "Don't you remember? I used to do that a lot."I frowned, staring at the surface of the water. "But we're in the mountains.""Exactly," he said easily before stepping into the water.I instantly got goosebumps just by seeing how his feet touched the surface of the river, but he didn't even react. He continued to walk in, letting the water envelop his body until it reached his waist. then, without hesitation, he plunged himself into the water completely.I wiped my face with my palm.A few seconds p
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I felt something hot pressing against my forehead.My eyes still felt heavy, my body seemed to sink into the mattress, and every inch of my skin ached. My head throbbed violently like there was a hammer tapping inside.I tried to move, but my body felt too tired, too warm, and too heavy. I just lay here, listening to the sounds around me, faint, like they were coming from a distance."Mommy?"Max's voice. His voice sounded worried, followed by a slight movement at the side of my bed.I wanted to answer and tried to tell him I was okay, but even opening my mouth felt too exhausting."Daddy!" Max's voice was louder this time, and I could hear panic from him. "Daddy, get over here!"I heard footsteps approaching quickly, a familiar heavy voice filling the room."What happened?" it’s Pascha. His voice was sharp."Daddy, Mommy’s head is burning up." Max answered quickly. I can feel his tiny hand touch my cheek briefly before pulling it back. "She's not waking up, Daddy."I heard the sound
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The afternoon sun hung low in the sky, turning the horizon a golden orange. The autumn breeze blew dry leaves along the campus road, creating small swirling eddies before they fell back to the ground.I sat on a wooden bench near the library's back garden, my knees bent over the seat while a notebook was open on my lap. Blue ink danced on the pages, traces of scribbles that should have been lecture notes but instead were filled with small drawings and random sentences about everything that was on my mind.I bit the back of the pen, furrowing my brows as I tried to remember something that niggled at the back of my mind. Something I should have remembered but kept evading every time I wanted to catch it.And then, a tall shadow fell over my notebook paper. A hand reached out from the side, snatching my pen out of my fingers."You daydream too much."I looked up quickly, and there he was.Pascha.His black hair was messy as usual, the plain white T-shirt he wore was slightly rumpled, and
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Sarah looked at me from head to toe, then smiled a little. A smile that wasn't exactly friendly."Belva Moguel," she said in an overly sweet tone, like too much sugar mixed into tea until it tasted bitter.I raised one eyebrow. "Sarah."Kiano was already stifling a laugh. He still remembers what happened between me and Sarah, especially the incident involving me, the group assignment, and my hand tearing off her expensive hair because of her unprofessionalism.Sarah crossed her arms over her chest, her head tilted slightly. "I heard you're still with Pascha Romanov."I just frowned. "Yes. And?"Sarah shrugged. "Rumor around campus is that he's still playing behind your back."Kiano coughed with laughter. "Wow. Creative people on this campus."Sarah smiled slightly, her eyes flashing strangely. "I just thought you might want to know. I mean, with his history... well, you know."I rolled my eyes. "I don't remember asking for daily reports on my love affairs."Sarah winked innocently, pr
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His Son, Her Secret CLII : Of Missed Shots & Mocking Sisters [Flashback]
The cold Siberian wind hit my face as we walked through the lush forest."So, who has hunted before?" Igor asked."Me," Pascha replied without hesitation, patting the hunting rifle on his shoulder. With his thick, dark brown fur jacket and confident expression, he seemed to want to look like a conqueror of nature.Trisha rolled her eyes. "Oh, of course. The King of the Romanov Forest."Pascha glared. "I once shot a deer from two hundred meters away.""You mean twenty meters?" Trisha scoffed."Two hundred, Trish," Pascha snorted. "That's enough distance to get a good shot."Trisha leaned closer to me and whispered loudly. "He must have been dreaming at the time."I chuckled while Pascha glared at his sister. Igor let out a long sigh, clearly used to their dynamic."I hunted once," I said, hoping not to sound too nervous. "With my grandfather in Colombia. But we used arrows.""Arrows?" Pascha raised an eyebrow, looking impressed. "Didn't know you had it in you."I lifted my chin haughti
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
