All Chapters of His Son, Her Secret: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

"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

I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white as the car glided down the highway. The air inside the car felt hot even though the air conditioner was on. My breathing was short, and my mind was spinning endlessly.The image of Pascha approaching, his cold gaze, and that kiss are like a bad movie loop that constantly occupies my mind. I felt disgusted, not just at him but also at myself, for not being able to erase him from my life, even after five years.I stepped on the gas pedal harder, too hard. The car was speeding up, the engine rumbling, but I don’t care.My eyes were glued to the road, but my mind was far away. Everything that had just happened in the restroom made me angry, embarrassed, and more than anything—awful.What was he thinking? What did he want from me?Why couldn't he just let me live in peace?But I was too preoccupied with my own thoughts to realize that I was exceeding the speed limit. The cars around started honking, but I ignored them.Suddenl

I stood on the edge of the bed, staring at the suitcase full of my stuff.People who seemed to be Pascha's assistants paced the room, carrying documents, shopping bags, and everything else I hadn't even asked for. They moved with cold efficiency, like machines that knew precisely what to do.And in the middle of it all—Pascha.I glanced at the sofa in the corner of the room. He was still sitting on the same couch from this morning, one leg crossed over the other, his eyes never really leaving me.I tried to ignore him, focusing on my things. But it's not easy to ignore someone so... domineering."I don't need any of this, Pascha," I sighed irritably, looking at some of the people who were clearing away my things that Clara had brought yesterday.He just raised a thin eyebrow, a slight smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "It's not for you," he replied flatly. "It's to make sure you don't make a mess again."I bit my lip, trying to contain my anger. "I'm fine. I can take care of my

I'm standing in the center of the new office space where our team will work during the Lantum Mining project. The room is spacious, with a glass wall overlooking the busy city of San Francisco. The desks are set up and complete with the latest technological equipment provided by Romanov Corp."Amazing," Ryan murmured next to me, his eyes gleaming at the facility. "I feel like I'm working in a science fiction movie."I smiled faintly, trying to ignore the anxiety that still hung in my chest. Focus, Belva. This is just a new office. This project is just another phase in your life.We got busy organizing the desks and computers, ensuring everything was ready to start work tomorrow. I took advantage of this time to get my mind away from the chaotic feelings.My phone vibrates. I take it out of my blazer pocket, and a message from Clara appears on the screen.Clara: Max just finished the 50-piece puzzle all by himself! He's so proud.The message is accompanied by a photo of Max smiling bro