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Chapter 7: The storm
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His Runaway Queen Chapter 8: The dead do not bleed
*Aria's POV* Adrian whimpered, looking at the man with tears in his eyes. I reacted without thinking — twisting, kicking, screaming— but the man was stronger. He dragged us down the alley, one hand over my mouth, the other crushing my wrist. Snow swallowed the sound. The bakery was dark. The man shoved us inside, locking the door behind him, flipping the sign CLOSED with shaking hands. Adrian cried out as the man pushed him onto a chair. "Don't touch him." I said, stepping between them, heart pounding so hard it hurt. "Please. Take whatever you want. Money —" He laughed hysterically. "You don't know, do you?" He said. "He's here. Lucian Drakov is here. He came for me." My world tilted. Lucian.... here? "No." I whispered. "That's impossible." He studied my face for a second. "He thinks you are dead." He said. "Plane crash. Paris route. It exploded as soon as it took off." The words hit like knives. Plane crash. I understood then. Why he never searched. Why he never
His Runaway Queen Chapter 7: The storm
*Aria's POV*I looked at Marta and gulped."Are they asking about me?"Marta shook her head quickly. "No. No names. Just... families. Women who arrived years ago. Ones who keep to themselves."I swallowed."I didn't tell them anything." She added firmly. "This village doesn't sell its own."Gratitude burned behind my eyes. "Thank you."She squeezed my hand once. "Winter passes. But storms always come first."I watched Adrian laugh as he fell backward into the snow, arms flailing.A storm was coming.I felt it in my bones.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -That afternoon. Adrian asked a question I had been dreading."Mommy." He said casually, coloring at the small kitchen table. "Do I have a papa?"My heart stopped.I kept my back turned, focusing on the kettle as if my life depended on it."Why do you ask that?"He shrugged. "Everyone else does."I closed my eyes.This moment had been inevitable. I'd just hoped to delay it longer."Yes." I said quietly. "You
His Runaway Queen Chapter 6: The calm before the storm
*Aria's POV*Snow started to cover the village's grounds. It laid thick on every surface, softening the world into silence.Roofs sagged under white weight, chimneys breathed thin threads of smoke into the pale sky, and narrow paths were carved by boots that knew exactly where to step. The houses were old-stone and dark timber, built close together as if for warmth, their windows glowing amber at dusk like watchful eyes. By day the village felt harmless — children laughed, sleds cut crooked lines down small hills, and the air smelled of firewood and bread. Mr. Rino was here from the early morning, baking bread. Adrian was already up, and helping him, his face full of flour. He was the cutest child. Warmth filled my chest at the sight, as it's exactly what I imagined when I left.My son in a safe environment. Not filled with guns and killing.No danger.Just a simple life with his joyful laughs. "Elena." Mr. Rino said, calling me by my fake name."Good morning." I said."Mommy." Adr
His Runaway Queen Chapter 5: The search
*Aria's POV*By noon, the bakery slowed down.Adrian sat drawing in his sketchbook at one of the tables, tongue poking out in concentration. He looked peaceful. Safe."Mommy," he asked suddenly, "can we get hot chocolate later?""Yes," I said, brushing his curls. "After your nap."He smiled proudly, holding up his drawing. It was of a goat. With very sharp horns."Very intimidating," I told him.He giggled and went back to coloring.I stepped outside to shake snow from the doormat.And froze.Across the square, two unfamiliar men stood near the inn entrance—both tall, both dressed in dark winter coats, hands buried in their pockets. Their posture was wrong. Heavily trained. Military-like. And one of them kept glancing at a phone in his hand.My blood turned to ice.More strangers.Three in twenty-four hours.This village never saw more than one in a month.Something was happening.My throat tightened. I slipped back into the bakery quickly and locked the door. Rino looked up, surprise
His Runaway Queen Chapter 4: The strangers
*Aria's POV*Aria's POV Morning arrived too quickly. Dawn crept over the mountains in thin gold streakes, brushing against the rooftops and spilling through the attic window like it was trying to gently pry me out of sleep. But I hadn't slept. Not really. My eyes had remained half-open through the night, ears trained on every creak of the old buildong, every gust of wind, every shift in the snow outside. I hadn't felt this kind of unease in years.Not since him. Not since I ran. Adrian stirred beside me, his tiny body rolling into my warmth and curling against my stomach. His amll hand rested instinctively iver my ribs, right where he used to kick from the inside. Four years later, I still felt that echo. "Morning mommy." He mumbled, half-asleep.I kissed the top of his head. "Good morning, amore."His lashed lifted, silver-gray eyes blinking up at me. Lucian's eyes. A constant reminder of the man who owned the shadows in my life, even now. A reminder I loved more than I could
His Runaway Queen Chapter 3: 4 years later
*Aria's POV*"Adrian!" I called the moment I entered my little home."Mommy!" The little rascal came running to me.Adrian, my 3 years old boy. The little life I ran away to protect. For whom I left the only person that I ever loved.The village was the kind of place the world forgot.Tucked between mountains and fog, with cobblestones street that glistened after every rain, and windows thats glowed amber at night like fireflies caught in jars. A place too small for danger.A place Lucian would never look.My name wasn't Aria here. It was Elena Vettori, the quiet woman who rented the attic above the bakery, who always smelled faintly of flour. I started working at the bakery ever since I arrived here, so I could provide a good life for my son.I kept mostly to myself, I didn't want to raise any questions, because engaging with people meant questions that I wouldn't answer.I was the woman with a child she never let out of her sight."Mr Rino let me help him feed the goats today! He sa
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