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His Son, Her Secret XCVII : A Place We Once Knew
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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Thin smoke billows from the coffee cup beside my laptop, mingling with the scent of cinnamon and vanilla that fills the corner of the cafe. The chandelier on the ceiling gives off a golden yellow glow, adding to the warm ambience of the place. Acoustic music plays softly in the background, mixing with the occasional buzzing of the espresso machine.At the long table by the window, I sit with my back straight, my fingers moving quickly over the keyboard. My laptop screen is filled with lines of code and algorithm flowcharts. My round glasses sag slightly on my nose, but I don't bother to fix it. My focus is entirely on the task I need to complete tonight.All around me, the sounds of laughter and noisy chatter echoed from the three people sitting at the same table."Oh, come on! You can't deny that Professor Daryl is lovely for a man his age," Aurora's voice sounded the loudest, followed by Kyara's distinctive laughter."But he's married," Mikaela chimed in with a sceptical tone, stirr
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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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Pascha let out a long sigh, his head resting on the back of the sofa while I sat beside him contentedly.I applied the last layer of the green mud mask to his cheeks, making sure it was evenly distributed before pulling away slightly to admire my handiwork.His face was now completely covered by the thick green mask that I had just bought last week. From his forehead to his chin, no part is left unturned. Only his eyes are now looking at me suspiciously, and his lips are still open."I feel like a giant guacamole," He muttered, his voice full of agony.I giggled, grabbing a small towel to wipe the mask off my hands. "You're the one who won't let me go to the shower in peace."Pascha snorted. "I'd rather get on with what we were doing than sit here with sticky green mud on my face."I grinned, then patted his cheek, which was now covered by the mask. "You have to learn to accept the consequences, Romanov."He sighed heavily, then glanced at his reflection on the screen of the phone he'
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Pascha let out a long sigh on my chest, his warm air brushing against my bare skin as he muttered something in Russian that I didn't understand. His body was warm from the shower, the scent of soap and water still clinging to his skin.We were both lying on his absurdly large bed. Seriously, this bed could probably hold his entire hockey team at once, with thin blankets covering our naked bodies.Pascha rested his head on my bare chest, his face turned to the side while his fingers played with the ends of my long hair, wrapping them around his fingers before letting go again."I should have scored one more goal earlier," he murmured suddenly, his voice hoarse with exhaustion.I stroked his nape lazily. "You already won.""That's not the point." He frowned, his eyes still staring blankly ahead. "I had a opportunity, but the opposing team's damn goalie closed the angle too quickly."I smiled a little, letting him continue rambling."I could have shot higher, but I chose a lower angle be
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His Son, Her Secret CXI : Whispers of the Past
I came down the stairs at seven a.m., my steps slow on the oak wood that felt too expensive—and far too quiet—for the storm inside my chest. The sound of waves drifted in from afar through a slightly cracked window, filling the air with sea salt and cool mist. Morning light slipped softly into the living room, brushing over thick rugs and cream velvet couches that looked like they belonged in an architecture magazine.The Romanov villa in Carmel… was too perfect.Too still.And for the first time since last night, I was thankful for that.No heavy footsteps on the floor.No clinking glasses.No low voice saying my name in that way that short-circuited my entire nervous system.No Pascha.I let out a quiet sigh—half relief, half disbelief. I wasn’t ready this morning. Not for his stare. Too honest. Too lit. Too full of history.I made my way to the kitchen. The interior looked like something out of another world—gray marble counters veined with white like paintings, dark wood cabinets
His Son, Her Secret CXC : Warmth, Ruin & Tart Guardian
His embrace felt like the world I almost left behind—warm, stubborn, and heavy with the shadows of our past.But I couldn’t breathe.Not because he was holding me too tightly, but because my mind was too full. Too loud. Too much to process all at once.I pressed my hand gently against his chest. One small push. Then another, firmer.Pascha let go slowly, but his gray eyes stayed locked on me like he was afraid I’d vanish if he blinked.I took two steps back, holding in a breath that burned like embers in my chest.“I need some time alone,” I said softly.Pascha frowned but didn’t speak.“Another room. In this villa. I know this place is huge—too huge. You can sleep wherever you want. But I need space. I need… somewhere that isn’t you.”My voice nearly cracked, but I forced it to hold.He didn’t answer right away. He just looked at me, and I could see something stirring inside him. Not anger. Not guilt.But love—raw and unsure of what shape to take in a moment like this.Then he steppe
His Son, Her Secret CLXXXIX : the page i didn’t read
I fell silent.The only sound was the faucet still running, water hitting the metal sink like a downpour in the middle of silence.That sentence echoed in my head."You're my wife, Bee."I blinked.Once.Twice.Then the world started to spin.Not the usual kind of dizziness, not a migraine from lack of sleep or too much caffeine. This was... like my logic was twisted, crushed, and thrown off the highest cliff without warning.My heart started pounding—not from emotion, but because my brain couldn’t process something this big… this absurd… this Pascha.I took a step back.Then another.My hand reached for the cold edge of the kitchen counter, gripping it just to stay upright.“What... did you just say?” I whispered, even though I’d heard him. Too clearly.He just looked at me, eyes steady, shoulders still slightly leaning forward like a man who just dropped a bomb in the middle of a city and was waiting to see if there’d be an explosion.I laughed.It was dry. Empty. The laugh of someo
His Son, Her Secret CLXXXVIII : What Remains of Us
The cold air hit my skin like a slap of reality.I stared at my reflection in the villa’s bathroom mirror—cream marble walls too smooth to be real, warm lighting that made my swollen eyes look softer, and a wide sink with a bottle of liquid soap that probably cost more than my shoes.But my face... was still the same.Tired eyes. Cracked lips. Unsteady breath.I wiped my cheek with a white towel—clean, lavender-scented—then looked at myself again.“This is the end,” I said quietly.My own voice sounded unfamiliar. But steady.“It has to end. Tonight.”I ran my fingers through my hair, pulling the front pieces back and tying them at the back of my head with a small band I found in my bag. The rest of my short hair fell around my neck—light, out of the way. Practical. Sharp. Just like my intention for tonight.I looked down at my wrinkled sweater—sage green, a color I used to love, now feeling like a burden. My jeans itched too, dusty from the car ride and too much heat from earlier ang
His Son, Her Secret CLXXXVII : how dare the sun still set
“I hate you.”That was the first thing I said after the car crossed the gate and turned onto the main road. My voice cracked. My breathing was still uneven. One hand clutched the seatbelt, the other trembled in my lap.“You think this is funny? Bringing her into your house? Around Max?!”Pascha stayed silent. His left hand rested calmly on the wheel, the right on the gearshift. His eyes were locked on the road like there wasn’t a storm sitting right next to him.“You really don’t realize what a bastard you are, do you?”Still no response.“You’re insane. You’re.....you’re the most selfish person I’ve ever met! You showed up at my house bleeding, crawled into my bed. MY BED, and the next day you brought her to your house?!”Still nothing. The car kept rolling forward, eating up pavement in a steady rhythm.“And you let Max laugh with her? Sit next to her? What.....what’s next, he calls her ‘Mommy’? Is that it? That your plan? To replace me? Hand her the title?”No answer.I turned to h
His Son, Her Secret CLX : Mirrorball Shattered Mid-Spin
The car hadn’t even come to a full stop in the carport when I opened the door."Bell—"I heard Kyara’s voice from behind me, but I didn’t look back. My steps were fast. Hot. Loud.Every heel strike against the stone path between my house and Pascha’s mansion felt like a tiny hammer, fueling my anger higher and higher. I knew he was there. I knew Max was there. And I knew that snake of a woman was there too, sitting pretty in the living room, playing a role so well even the devil would applaud her performance.Aurora was close behind me, her steps quick but cautious. I could feel her breath. Short and startled. But nothing could stop me now.The mansion door opened. Clara stood in the doorway, her expression confused and wary when she saw me. But I didn’t stop.“Where’s Max?” I asked flatly.“In the back room… playing with synthetic sand and Mischa,” Clara whispered.I didn’t say anything else. No need. I walked inside.And there she was.Her.Mikaela.Sitting on Pascha’s way-too-soft,
His Son, Her Secret CLXXXV : I Saw Red
I tapped the green button on my phone and held it to my ear.Three rings.Four.No answer.I frowned, pulled the phone away, and stared at the name on the screen: Ben (my favorite idiot twin). I called again.Ringing.Still no answer. No message.He usually lets me know if there’s a change of plans. Even when he's stuck in a board meeting in L.A., he still manages to send me a photo of a whiteboard covered in scribbles with a caption like, “Does anyone understand this? 'Cause I don't.”But now?Silence.I sighed, slipped the phone into my bag, and pushed the office door open with my shoulder. My actual office—not Romanov International. I’d had enough of Russians playing dress-up as CEOs.This office lobby was nothing fancy. Modern, but human. No marble, no echoing high heels that felt like judgment. Just the smell of fresh coffee, soft lighting, and polite smiles from Ellie the receptionist who talked way too much about her cats.“Good morning, Ms. Belva,” Ellie greeted.I gave a quic
His Son, Her Secret CLXXXIV : hit the pedal, heavy metal, show me your cares [Pascha]
The digital clock beside the bed read 4:12 AM.I opened my eyes slowly, and for a moment, the world felt still.Moonlight filtered through the thin curtains, casting soft lines across the wooden floor and the white bedsheet I was lying on. The sheet Belva said she’d just washed yesterday.I turned my head slightly, feeling the dull throb in my left shoulder.And I just... smiled a little.Still fresh in my memory: her panicked voice, her trembling hands, her frustrated muttering while cleaning up my blood last night. Belva in her panic-anger mode was honestly one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen.I reached for my phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up, too bright at first. I opened the messaging app and typed quickly to Jacob.Pascha: Clean my wound again later.Barely two seconds and it showed a blue check.Then I switched to another contact and hit call without hesitation.Ronan.The dial tone rang.Once. Twice.“I swear on my wife and my dog, if this isn’t an emergen
His Son, Her Secret CLXXXIII : Dying, But Still Hot [Pascha]
The pain came in lazy pulses.Not the kind that made you scream or tear up a pillow, but more like a harsh whisper gnawing at the edges of your consciousness.I sat on a black leather chair in the back room of the mansion, my shirt torn, blood dripping onto the kind of expensive floor that would probably make my company accountant faint if he knew how much the carpet cost.Jacob was kneeling beside me, face tight, gloved hands steady, eyes filled with his usual annoyance. Christian stood in the corner, holding a basin of water and a clean towel, looking like he’d just seen a zombie walk into the living room.“Holy shit…” Christian muttered in panic, eyes wide. “Boss, we have to go to a hospital! This is serious! This is insane! This is—”I lazily raised an eyebrow. “If you can’t shut up, Christian, I’ll have Jacob stitch your mouth closed before he does my shoulder.”Christian froze. Literally.Jacob snorted, lifting a shiny pair of tweezers into the air, inspecting them under the des
