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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. The bed ben
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The afternoon sunlight broke through the curtains of the bedroom window. I lay on the bed, my body limp and my breathing heavy. My stomach was still sore, a pain that didn't seem to disappear even though I had taken medicine a few hours ago."Mommy," Max's voice broke the silence, complete with excitement that contrasted with my state. He appeared at the bedside with a small bowl in his hand. The warm aroma of creamy chicken soup wafted from the bowl."Cece made this," he said proudly, placing the bowl on the table beside my bed. "Daddy told me that Mommy likes chicken cream soup, and I'm telling that to Cece! I helped her cook it too, Mommy!"I turned my face slowly, looking at Max, his face shining brightly like the sun outside the window."Cece said Mommy should eat this to get better quickly," he said as he gently tapped the table. "I helped Cece stir the soup. She said I'm brilliant!"I smiled, even though my stomach still felt like it was being squeezed. Max's voice was always an
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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 really
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I sighed, looking at Ronan sharply. "I'm sure there's nothing to remember about that.""Oh, there are tons," Calvin interjected with a laugh. "You two are the cutest couple on campus. I still remember when Pascha got mad because a student from another campus tried to ask you to lunch. He immediately challenged the guy to a basketball game to prove who deserved you more."My face turned red. "That's not funny, Calvin.""It was hilarious," Calvin insisted with a giggle. "And I wonder, Belva... how come you ran away from the wedding five years ago? I mean, that only exists in movies, right?"His question brought a brief silence. I lifted my chin, trying to ignore Pascha, who was now looking at me."How? That's easy," I replied in a sarcastic tone. "Because my future husband turned out to be cheating on me with my own best friend."Calvin immediately coughed, almost dropping his wine glass. "What? Pascha? This guy?" He pointed at Pascha with an incredulous expression. "The one who is so st
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I couldn't resist anymore, and my arousal had reached its peak. I could only surrender to his touch and his power over me. His lips moved to my ear, his soft nibbles and sighs making me even more lost."Pascha..." I moan, calling his name, weak, drowning in the pleasure he's giving me.His hands moved down, grazing my inner thighs, and slowly up my dress. I felt the warmth of his hands on my skin, making me shudder."Let go of me..." I tried to resist his touch, but my voice only sounded like a moan.Pascha laughed softly, a triumphant laugh. "Try it yourself."Gently, he lifted my dress, exposing my aroused body to him. His eyes were full of desire as he looked at me as if he wanted to eat every inch of my body."You're so beautiful," he whispered, his hands returning to my breasts, squeezing and massaging them gently.I shuddered, my body responding to his every touch. “Pascha... oh, God...”He lowered his head, his mouth touched my nipple gently, then sucked it passionately. I moane
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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
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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
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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
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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
His Son, Her Secret LXI
The sound of the waves crashing outside the window blended with the sound of the television that had been left on, showing an animated movie that was now almost over. The hot afternoon air made me reluctant to move further from the house, and Max, who was sobbing over his dinosaur toy, finally lay down on the cozy fur rug and was already asleep beside me, his hands gripping the hem of my shirt tightly.I stroked his hair slowly, enjoying the warmth of his little body next to me. I sighed softly, letting my body relax under the cool air conditioning.The summer sun was too hot to go to the beach, and the only thing more tempting than a nap was a bucket full of chocolate ice cream, which was unfortunately not available in the fridge.“I'm going out for a while,” Pascha said after the man came out of the main bathroom near the kitchen. “But then Max will definitely be happy with what I brought.”I opened one eye, looking at him lazily. “Hmm?”He just smiled a little, giving no further an
His Son, Her Secret LX
The kitchen was filled with the aroma of roast chicken starting to cook in the oven. I stood in front of the stove, stirring the sauce.I’m pouring the sauce into the pot but my phone vibrated on the kitchen counter. The name on the screen makes me pause for a moment before I swipe the green icon to answer.“Ben?” My voice trembles slightly.“Hey, Bell.” Ben's voice sounded softer than the last time he spoke.I bit my lip, waiting for what he would say next.“I...” Ben breathed across the phone. “I want to apologize.”I closed my eyes for a moment. “Ben, you don't have to—”“I do,” he cut in quickly. “I know I was so rude that time. I panicked, I was angry... but that's no reason to blame you for something that wasn't entirely your fault.”I stirred the sauce again, trying to calm myself down. “You were just worried. I understand.”“And so do you,” he added, his voice softer. “I just don't want you to get hurt again, Bell.”I swallowed, feeling something stir in my chest. Ben was alwa
His Son, Her Secret LIX
The supermarket wasn't too crowded this early in the afternoon, just a few customers leisurely strolling the aisles with their trolleys. I pushed my trolley towards the fresh meat section, still remembering Max's dramatic request this morning—the chickens in his dream that ran away and left him hungry.What I hadn't counted on was who was walking beside me now.In a casual suit that still looks too expensive for a regular supermarket, Pascha walks casually beside me with an annoyingly casual expression. His hands were stuffed into his pants pockets while his eyes scanned the shelves as if this was his first time setting foot in a place like this.Well, I didn't know that it still stuck with him. Five years ago, he was a prince who had everything in his luxury penthouse—a personal chef and maids—and I'm guessing that he's still a stranger to supermarkets until now.I took a whole chicken from the cooling rack and put it in the trolley.“Is this chicken enough to fulfill Max's dream?” P
His Son, Her Secret LVIII
I glanced at Max's bed in the corner of his room. His little body was wrapped in a blanket, a Superman doll was lying beside him, and his breathing sounded soft. He was utterly exhausted after playing around all day yesterday with his grandparents. I decided not to wake him up and let him enjoy his rest.Walking into the kitchen with lazy steps, I tied my hair up. I opened the fridge, looking for simple ingredients for breakfast. There was no rush today.I make pancakes with maple syrup, Max's favourite, and some fresh fruit on the side.As I'm pouring the pancake batter onto the griddle, footsteps come from behind me. Clara appears in a loose T-shirt and shorts, her hair tied up carelessly. Her face is a little wrinkled, but she still gives me a smile."I'm cleaning out Max's toy shed," she said as she grabbed a glass of water. "You know, Bel, that boy has more toys than he can play with in a whole month."I snorted, flipping the pancakes in the skillet. "Blame Ben for that. He alway
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Our algorithms are being tested in a virtual environment that simulates fundamental mining operations. I scan the data, looking for anomalies or errors that could interfere with the final results.My mind is focused on this report until Ryan's voice comes. "I need confirmation on the second stage simulation. The output energy parameters don't seem to be consistent with the input data."I nodded. "Put your report here," I said, pointing at the table. "What did you find?"Ryan placed his tablet before me, pointing to a graph showing energy fluctuations. "The values drop drastically at certain intervals. I think it has something to do with the automatic control algorithm adjustments, but I'm not sure yet."I sifted through the graph, realizing that the fluctuations occurred every time the system tried to predict an increase in fuel efficiency."This is an error in the predictive module. We need to adjust the threshold to be more tolerant of real-time data variations. Give me a few hours
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Dinner finally ended, with the conversation slowing down and the atmosphere getting quieter. The candle in the center of the table was almost gone, leaving a soft glow illuminating the room. Max, whose energy seemed endless throughout the night, now looked sleepy. He yawned widely while hugging his Superman doll tightly."Are you tired, Max?" asked Alexandr, looking at Max with a warm smile.Max just nodded, his eyes half closed. "I'm sleepy," he murmured.Gently, Aleksandr took Max's tiny body from Pascha's arms. Max didn't protest, resting his head comfortably on his grandfather's shoulder. Aleksandr gently patted Max's back, letting the boy drift off."He's a wonderful boy," Aleksandr said, looking at me. "You've done a great job, Belva. Thank you and I’m sorry for everything.""You don't have to apologize," I said finally, my voice softer than I wanted it to be. "What happened five years ago... that's in the past."He gave a slight nod, but his eyes remained on me. "Even so, as a
His Son, Her Secret LV
Fancy food was served: foie-gras, grilled lobster, and other dishes whose names I couldn't even pronounce. But everyone's attention at the table was not on the food but on Max, who was sitting comfortably on Pascha's lap."So, Max," Igor broke the silence with a big smile, "what do you like most about San Francisco and living on the beach?"Max turned to Igor, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "I love the beach! Mommy, I and Aunt Clara always play at the beach, and I love looking for shells."I tried to smile, although it felt strange to hear him speak so confidently in front of the Romanovs.Igor chuckled, taking a sip of his wine. "The beach, huh? You should try coming to Moscow in winter. There's snow, ice, and you can skiing."Max frowned, then shrugged dramatically. "I know about snow from movies. But skiing seems hard. I prefer surfing!"I almost choked on my breath. Where did he learn to talk like that? Before I could say anything, Trisha chuckled from the right side of the t
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The luxurious restaurant, with its glittering crystal chandelier, was filled with a warm atmosphere from the conversations of the guests. I stepped inside, following Pascha, who was still carrying Max in his arms, and Max hugging his Superman doll.My heart was beating faster than usual, but I tried to stay calm, even though this wasn't the first meeting with Romanov family.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Natalia Romanova, Pascha's mother, standing up from her chair at the large table in the corner. She wore an elegant dark green dress, her neat blonde hair tied back."Belva," she greeted me in a warm voice. Before I could say anything, she grabbed me into a gentle hug. "It's so good to see you again."I froze for a moment before awkwardly returning her hug.She slipped away from our embrace but she didn't let go of her embrace in both my hands. She looked at me softly. "Why didn't you tell me about my grandson when we were at the restaurant that time... Belva?"I swallowed, my th
