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Maya EastWARNING! This is the previous chapter that has been edited.
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His Son, Her Secret XLVI
The morning sunlight pierced through the thin curtains, illuminating the room with warm rays that reflected off the marble walls and shiny wooden floors. I woke up slowly. My head felt slightly heavy. But, that comfort was soon replaced by confusion as I opened my eyes and looked up at the unfamiliar ceiling of the room.I sat up quickly, my body feeling stiff on the soft bed that was too luxurious for a normal room. The sight of San Francisco skyscrapers looming outside the large windows made it clear that this was not my home.Panic began to creep in."Where am I?" I whispered softly, my voice hoarse.My eyes swept the room, trying to find clues. The room was large, too large, with decor that felt expensive: thick fabric curtains, a glass table with a vase of fresh white flowers, and a crystal chandelier glittering from the ceiling.I pulled the satin blanket over my body, and that's when I realized. I was only wearing a long white shirt—not mine. My chest immediately felt heavy, and
Last Updated : 2025-01-22His Son, Her Secret XLVII
The car was quiet, with only the soft, barely audible sound of the engine and jazz music playing softly from the speakers. I sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window at the San Francisco streetscape passing by.This car is too comfortable, too expensive, too Pascha.A small bowl of warm oatmeal porridge is topped with cinnamon and banana slices on my lap. The porridge looked simple, but the aroma was quite tempting, especially when my fragile stomach began to whimper.However, I was still upset."Eat," Pascha commanded, his deep voice laced with authority as his hand gripped the steering wheel effortlessly. His tone was casual, yet the power behind it made my pulse quicken. "I don’t want you passing out at the zoo later."I snorted softly, staring at the bowl of porridge he had handed me a few minutes ago. It was a typical warm oatmeal mixed with ripe bananas, a little honey, and a sprinkle of cinnamon that had a delicate aroma."I can eat later," I reply flatly, trying to hid
Last Updated : 2025-01-22His Son, Her Secret XLVIII
Max looked so happy in Pascha's arms. His little hands pointed towards the giraffe enclosure, his face full of excitement as he talked endlessly about how long the animal's neck was. With patience I never seen before, Pascha responded to Max's every word with a gentle tone that made me feel like I was seeing a completely different side of him.Pascha turned to me, waving a hand in a clear gesture for me to come closer. I sighed, and Clara still giggled next to me. With reluctant steps, I walked over to them. Max is still in Pascha's arms, his face beaming as he pointed at the monkey cage near us."Mommy, Cece, come quickly! Daddy says this monkey likes to eat bananas like me!" Max exclaimed enthusiastically, and then he rebelled to get down, Pascha put his down.Pascha turned to me, his eyes watching my movements. "Max wants to know why monkeys like to eat bananas. Do you want to explain?""You seem to be quite enjoying being a science lecturer. Please continue." I folded my arms acros
Last Updated : 2025-01-22His Son, Her Secret XLIX
"Clara," I called, turning to the woman still standing by the car with a smile. "Let's go inside. Let's get dinner ready before things get any crazier."Clara chuckled. "Yes, Mrs. Romanov," she said playfully, following me.I gave her a sharp glare, and she giggled amusedly before entering the house.As soon as the door closed, the familiar scent of the house greeted me. I took off my shoes lazily, walking into the kitchen while Clara headed straight for the fridge."What do you want to cook for dinner?" she asked as she opened the fridge door, peering thoughtfully at the contents."Spaghetti?" I suggested as I tied my hair up. "It's simple and quick. And you know he never turns down pasta."Clara nodded as she pulled out some ingredients from the fridge. "Sounds good. You just rest first. I can take care of this.""I can't rest before—"My phone on the dining table vibrated. The screen lit up with a name that instantly made my body tense: Ben.I grabbed the phone with mixed feelings,
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After finishing my work, I headed to Max's room. The door was slightly ajar, and I could see Pascha sitting in a chair beside Max's bed. Max was curled under his blanket, his half-closed eyes still staring at his Daddy."Daddy," Max mumbled in a sleepy voice. "Don't go, okay? Sleep with me."I entered the room, leaning against the door with my arms crossed. "Your Daddy has his own house next door. He can't stay here."Max opened his eyes wider, looking at me with pouty lips. "But I want Daddy here. If he leaves, who's going to tell me about Superman before bed?"I looked at him sharply, trying to look stern even though my little heart was melting at his expression. "He can't stay here every day.""Please, Mommy!" Max whined.Pascha turned to me with an almost triumphant smile. "What about that, Bee? Do you have the heart to disappoint our son?"I glared at him, then looked back at Max. "Max, your dad has his own house."Max shook his head so hard that the blanket almost fell off. "I wa
Last Updated : 2025-01-22His Son, Her Secret LI
My breath was getting shorter, and I didn't care. I lost myself in that familiar feeling, it kept me spinning in a drunken stupor.He pulled me up, bringing me onto his lap. The circle of my hands around his neck tightens.His lips move gently but claimingly, overpowering all my slowly fading logic. The touch of his hands on my waist and the way he pulled me closer to his body made me feel like I was drowning in a storm that I couldn't stop.I don't know how this happened, but in his lap, the world felt so small, so tight. My heartbeat echoes in my ears, following the rhythm of his deep breathing. His fingers traced my back slowly, creating a searing flow throughout my body.The sound of the waves lapping in the distance and the cool coastal breeze almost disappeared, replaced by his dominance and kisses that paralyzed my sanity.And then, in between, there was something faint, like a whisper in the corner of my mind.A slight sway began to appear, shaking the already fragile footing.
Last Updated : 2025-01-22His Son, Her Secret LIII
Max sat in his chair with a small plate of nuggets, his hands busy dipping into the sauce as he hummed happily."So, Bell," Aurora began in a soft voice. "You said there was nothing between you and Pascha. I remember you once saying you wanted him to stay away. And now, you're letting him be Max's father. How do you explain that?"I let out a sigh. "It's not something that's easy to explain. I did it for Max. He needs his father. I can't keep avoiding Pascha, especially if it means depriving Max of a father figure."Kyara cut in immediately. "Isn't that too dramatic?""It's about Max, Ky."Aurora smiled a little. She grabbed a small note her pocket and started jotting something down seriously.I looked at her in confusion. "What are you doing?""Observation notes," Aurora replied without turning around. "It's part of my job as a psychologist. I'm trying to understand your thought patterns. You say it's for Max, but there's another emotional tone whenever you heard Pascha's name."A sa
Last Updated : 2025-01-23His Son, Her Secret LIII
I stood before my bedroom mirror, staring at my reflection uneasily. Trembling hands fixed my simple pale blue dress while my mind spun endlessly. My hair, which I usually let down, was tied up in a neat bun this time, but somehow, I felt it still wasn't enough.Since the incident five years ago, this wasn't the first time I had met Pascha's parents. I can still vividly remember my meeting with his mother in that fancy restaurant, and she was so kind and accepting of all my decisions five years ago.But this time was different. I met them as the mother of their grandson. Max. One fact that makes my throat dry up every time I think about it.What if they didn't accept Max? Or worse, what if they accepted him too well and tried to take him away from me?I clenched my fists, feeling my chest grow heavy with anxiety.A slight knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. Before I could say, come in, Pascha had already stepped in, wearing a black sweater that clung perfectly to his body, pair
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His Son, Her Secret LXX : Flashback : One More Step and I Might Fall
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
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
His Son, Her Secret LXVIII : Flashback : First Kiss
The wind pierced our skin as we left the library building, within seconds, the rain came down harder.I squinted, looking around. My dorm was right across the street, and running there only took a few seconds. But Pascha's car... I turned to him, watching him lift his face to the sky."Where is your car?" I asked, trying to speak louder over the sound of the increasingly crazy rain.Pascha turned to me, his eyes narrowed by the water droplets that had begun to fall down his face. "At the hockey pitch."I frowned, looking around. It was quite a distance. With this much rain, he would be drenched before he got there.I bit my lip, hesitating for a moment, before finally letting out a long breath. "You can go to my dorm first. At least until the rain stop."He looked at me, his expression hard to guess. I didn't know what he was thinking, but he just stayed silent, staring at me for a few seconds longer than he should have.I was starting to feel uncomfortable. "Just forget that—""Okay.
His Son, Her Secret LXVII : Flashback
The light from the chandelier on the ceiling was still burning softly, creating faint shadows between the towering bookshelves. I blinked a few times, trying to make sense of the situation before realization hit me like a crushing blow to the stomach.I had fallen asleep.My whole body felt stiff after hours of sitting hunched over a desk, and to make matters worse, my stomach felt violently twisted. I squeezed the bottom of my stomach lightly, wincing as sharp pain spread throughout my body. My acid reflux had returned.I let out a long breath, trying to think clearly. I shifted in my chair and reached for my phone next to my laptop that was already wholly dead, and damn it, and my phone was dead too.I cursed under my breath, staring at the dark screen as if hoping the battery would charge itself. I didn't know what time it was, but the library was already too quiet, and there was no one around me.I fell asleep in the library. Again.My heart started beating frantically. If I calle
His Son, Her Secret LXVI : FLASHBACK
The campus corridor was still crowded, with students leaving their classes. I walked while reading the paper. My professor had just given me a small note about revising the assignment I had to do. I frowned, reading each point carefully, too focused to notice the road ahead of me.And, of course...I hit something hard.Or rather, a person.My body was pushed back slightly, the papers in my hand almost falling before I quickly balanced myself."Ouch," I muttered as I lifted my head.Pascha."Of course," I said in a frustrated tone. "Why did I hit you again?"Pascha looked at me with a calm expression, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans. "I also want to know why you have a habit of bumping into me every week."I gave him a sharp look. "Probably because you're always in my way."He chuckled, shrugging as if this wasn't all his fault. "Or maybe it's because you can't walk straight."I almost replied more sharply, but then I realized someone was beside Pascha—Jacob.Unlike Pa
His Son, Her Secret LXV : FLASHBACK
"You know, Jacob," Kyara piped up, "Belva talks about you quite often."I reflexively opened my eyes, straightening up so quickly that I almost dropped the glass on my desk.“¿Qué carajos dices?!” (What the hell are you saying?!) I almost screamed, looking at Kyara with a face of horror.Kyara just grinned widely, a look of complete satisfaction gracing her face. "I'm just stating a fact."From the corner of my eye, I could see Ronan and Calvin, who immediately turned their heads with renewed interest, while Pascha only raised his eyebrows.However, Jacob, who was now looking at me, made me want to sink into the ground the most. There was no expression of excessive surprise on his face. Only a small nod as if he was processing the information.Oh my god.Mother Earth, please swallow me right now.I turned to Mikaela and Aurora, looking for reinforcements, but their expressions only made me more desperate."Oh, we already know, Bell." Aurora sipped her drink calmly. "I mean, you're not
His Son, Her Secret LXIV
Music echoes through the room, vibrating the floor beneath my feet. Searing Latin rhythms blared from the large speakers in the corner of the room, livening up the already festive atmosphere.The air is filled with the sounds of laughter, clapping, and clinking glasses.Kyara and I shouted along to the lyrics, jumping up and down in the crowd without a care in the world. The miniskirt I was wearing fluttered with my movements, and my long hair swayed wildly every time I raised my hands in the air."We have to teach Ara dan Mika how to enjoy music properly!" Kyara shouted in my ear, her laughter exploding as she pulled my hand to spin.I laughed loudly, throwing my head back before jumping back to the beat. "This is THE party!"One second, I'm still spinning with Kyara, and the next, I hit a hard wall that shouldn't be in the middle of the dance floor.Or... not a wall?"Ouch!" I grimaced, taking a step back, and I rubbed my forehead, which was slightly sore from the impact.The tall f
His Son, Her Secret LXIII
Kyara and I stood by the drinks table, taking a moment away from the business talk that Jullian and Oliver were now dominating. They were both seriously discussing stocks or investments or something that sounded too boring for us to care about.I sipped my red wine slowly, enjoying the warm sensation in my throat. Kyara, next to me, still looks annoyed, her expression stiff as her eyes scan the room.I knew what she was looking for.And I was right."I really can't believe she can still walk casually in the same room as me without feeling the slightest bit embarrassed," she muttered as she took a sip of her wine with a sharp movement.I sighed. "Kyara...""What?" she turned to me with a raised eyebrow. "I'm just stating a fact, Belva. Our former best friend is standing at the same party as us, still acting like she never betrayed anyone."I couldn't argue with that."Wow, I haven't even said anything yet, but I'm already getting a cold reception."That voice.I closed my eyes for a mo
His Son, Her Secret LXII
I frowned. “What?”Pascha shrugged. “Party at the Carlton Hotel. I'm invited.”I sat up slowly, looking at him more seriously. “And you're telling me this. why?”He gave me a slight grin, then leaned closer to me. “Because I want you to come with me.”I blinked, then gave a short laugh. “Sorry, what?”Pascha didn't change his expression. “Come with me. We can go together.”I stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out whether he was joking or not. But there was no sign of humor on his face, only a seriousness that made me even more confused.I lay back down. “I already have a partner, Pascha.”He raised one eyebrow. “Jullian?”I nodded.Pascha sighed, then shook his head. “Of course. The perfect man.”I gave him a sharp look. “And you should have come with your fiancé.”There was a pause. I didn't miss how his casual expression was slightly stiffer, though he quickly hid it.“I'm not necessarily going with her,” he said finally.I narrowed my eyes. “Why?”Pascha smiled wryly. “Yo
