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CCXXXVI : red red black
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His Son, Her Secret If Fate Had a Sense of Humor
I didn’t know why I smiled. Maybe because my body had been too tense all evening. Maybe because I didn’t want Pascha reading something in my eyes he wasn’t supposed to see.Or maybe because Julian, despite all the absurdity between us just months ago, still had a way of making his presence feel like a joke that was almost funny.So, I smiled. Julian noticed. The look he gave me in return was classic him. Flat expression, one corner of his mouth tilted up in that half-smirk I knew too well.Then he spoke. “If fate had a better sense of humor, I’d be your husband.”His voice was calm. Low. But loud enough for Pascha to hear.And Pascha took a step forward. Subtle, not dramatic but I knew that movement. I reached out quickly and pressed my open palm to his chest.His eyes met mine. Stormy gray, burning beneath the surface.“Don’t,” I whispered.He held himself back. Barely. But I could feel the effort it took to nail himself to the floor.Julian raised a brow, grinning faintly. “Relax, R
His Son, Her Secret CCXXXVII : Welcome Back, Julian
This wasn’t a party in the usual sense of the word. There was no massive stage, no pounding music, no sweaty bodies packed together on a dance floor.Just polished marble floors, low-hanging chandeliers casting a golden glow, and waiters in black uniforms gliding silently between guests.I stepped into the reception hall of Ignacio Rueda’s villa, and the Medellín night air slipped through the open windows. The scent of fresh citrus and aged wine mingled with the perfume of human skin. Wealthy skin, hiding secrets.Pascha was by my side. His black suit blended perfectly with the light around us. I wasn’t sure if it was just the lighting or if he really did have some magnetic field stitched into his skin, but somehow, that man always knew how to become part of the room.I held my clutch in one hand, a half-full glass of champagne in the other. Alcohol never really calmed my mind, but tonight, I needed it to dull the edges a little.“Anything catching your eye?” Pascha whispered into my
His Son, Her Secret CCXXXVI : red red black
I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror inside the walk-in closet. The soft yellow glow from the recessed ceiling lights hit my skin in a way that felt... too honest.My hand moved slowly, carefully outlining my upper lip. I wasn’t in a rush because I needed the time. Not to look beautiful, but to get used to the woman in the mirror.The woman who was getting ready for an exclusive party in Medellín, with the man who once shattered her life... and somehow had become the only reason she could bring herself to come back to this soil.I had just capped the lipstick when the door behind me creaked open. His steps weren’t heavy. Not fast either. But I felt them.Pascha.I saw him in the mirror's reflection. He’d changed. Black suit, tailored to quiet perfection, dark gray shirt, and that watch… far too expensive to just be called an accessory. His hair was slicked back, a little tousled in the front, and something about the way he stood made the room, which a moment ago had onl
His Son, Her Secret CCXXXIV : I Chose This Pain, Didn’t I?
The air in Medellín greeted me like a soft slap.I hadn’t even fully stepped out of the terminal, but already the faint scent of tropical soil, the heavy humidity clinging to the concrete ceilings, and the distinct accents of passing staff all came rushing in.Loud and sudden, like someone had forgotten to turn down the volume on the speakers in my head.My steps slowed.I knew this place. Not from the buildings, not from the shiny new signage or updated systems that probably changed every year. I knew it from the feeling.That tiny vibration deep inside.Something logic couldn’t explain.Pascha walked half a step ahead of me. He had our coats draped over one arm and pulled a small suitcase with the other. Nothing about him stood out. And somehow, that made it all feel even more real. Too real.I stopped.God, how stupid.I hadn’t even seen anyone yet. Hadn’t heard Papa’s voice. Hadn’t smelled his house.But my body was already rebelling. My vision blurred. My chest felt like it was b
His Son, Her Secret CCXXXIII : all the things left
The sky outside the oval window of the private jet was slowly fading from sharp, brilliant blue into a soft, pale orange. Below us, the clouds were thick and billowy, like delicate mountain ranges you could never touch, stretching far beyond the horizon.I knew the ground of Colombia was waiting. The land I used to call home before I walked away without looking back.I was curled sideways in an ivory leather seat, feet tucked on the footrest, phone in hand. The low hum of the plane filled the space like white noise. Soothing, but steady. Across from me, Pascha was reading a digital file, black headphones over his ears.My screen lit up.MAX calling.I smiled instinctively, even before I hit the green button. A second later, his face filled the screen.“Mommyyyyyy! Look behind meeeeee!”I laughed.Max was standing on a small wooden bridge that stretched between two green hills. Behind him, a white waterfall plunged into a turquoise natural pool surrounded by tropical trees. The evening
His Son, Her Secret CCXXXII : I got a bad idea
"Your tatto," I followed the curve of his pheonix tatto with my finger. “A little dramatic for someone who always pretends to be cold.” He shifted slightly, and I kept drawing. Then I stopped, right over the center of his chest. “What did you do when you found out I liked Jacob?” He raised an eyebrow. “I don’t remember panicking,” he said eventually. His voice was calm. “I just remember... sitting on the back steps of the auditorium, watching you laugh because Jacob was listing three amino acids that boost serotonin.” I smirked. “I liked smart guys.” “You liked guys who looked like they could fix a broken printer while dissecting a kidney.” I laughed. “That’s not an insult, is it?” He turned slightly to look at me, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I knew Jacob wasn’t competition.” “And you?” “I was a system glitch.” I elbowed him lightly. “You’re awfully sure of yourself.” Pascha turned to face me fully, shifting until I was lying flat beneath him. One arm slid
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