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CXIV : Not a Step Closer, Romanov
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2025-03-08 23:18:49
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His Son, Her Secret CXV : Laughter & Looming Danger
I woke up to the morning light streaming in through my window blinds.The air in San Francisco felt much different from Zürich. warmer, more humid, with the sound of the waves clearly audible.I let out a long breath, rubbing my face before stretching. I thought there would be silence this morning, but there wasn't.From outside my bedroom, Max's laughter could be heard, mixed with the all-too-familiar heavy grumbling.I blinked, frowning.Pascha.I snorted softly, pulling my blanket higher before finally remembering that Pascha really seemed to be living in this house now.Without an invitation.Without permission.Without realizing that this house is mine, not his.I let out a long sigh, finally giving up on staying in bed and getting up.When I opened the door and walked out, the smell of something burnt immediately greeted me.I refrained from groaning.I walked into the kitchen and immediately saw a sight that no longer surprised me.Max was standing on a small stool with an over
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A sharp buzz pierced my ears.It was like the sound of the explosion had left residual echoes inside my head, spinning, spinning, until I felt nauseous.Everything was a blur.Chaos erupted around me. people dashing frantically, their voices crashing together in a deafening roar. The noise swelled into an overwhelming cacophony, blurring the line between reality and the storm inside my mind.My ears rang with a sharp, relentless intensity, each piercing note drilling into my bones, sending shockwaves through my skull. The pain throbbed, deep and merciless, unraveling my thoughts in the relentless tide of sound.I wanted to vomit.My hands trembled as I tried to steady myself on the floor, but my body felt too weak.I nearly slipped off the table if Kyara hadn’t pulled me back just in time.Her hands gripped my arms tightly, tighter than usual, her breathing ragged, her eyes huge with fear. I can't remember the last time I saw Kyara like this.I hugged her. Holding her body that was as
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I had just prepared to leave when the sound of footsteps filled the emergency room. I looked up, and Pascha stood in the doorway. His jaw hardened, and his dark gray eyes locked on me.I shoved my phone into my bag. I frowned. “Pascha?”“Move to another room. I will prepare everything for you to get better.” He said.I let out a breath, trying to stop myself from rolling my eyes. “I'm not sick. I'm fine. I'm just in a bit of shock, and I don't need hospitalization.”Pascha hardened his jaw. “At least for one night,” his voice was softer now but still insistent. "You need to undergo intensive treatment, just in case.”“The doctor already said that I'm fine.” I shook my head. “So, I'm going home. Max know about this?”Pascha shook his head. “No. I made sure he doesn't know anything.”I breathed a sigh of relief. But that meant I had to get home quickly. Max would be looking for me if I stayed here too long.I walk to the other side of the ER. Kyara was lying on the far bed, her face st
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-13His Son, Her Secret CXVIII: His Heat
The warm water continued to flow, soaking my skin and wrapping my body in warmth that should make me more at ease.But with Pascha still standing behind me, touching me too carefully and slowly, relaxing was the last thing I could think of.His hands were still there, washing my body with movements that took longer than he should have.I bit my lip, holding myself back, but every time his fingers brushed my skin, I could feel a burn sensation creeping up slowly."Pascha," I whispered warningly.He ignored me.Or rather, he enjoys watching me try to restrain myself too much.His hands moved slowly, too slowly, brushing over my skin as if he had all the time in the world to do so. I groaned in annoyance, almost losing control, then pushed his arm away."Get out."He didn't budge.I turned my head, glaring at him sharply, but he grinned instead, his expression full of the arrogance I desperately wanted to destroy."Why?" he murmured, his tone low and seductive."Because I told you to get
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-14His Son, Her Secret CXIX : Mommy Always Wins—Or Does She?
This morning should feel normal.At least, that's what I whisper to myself as I stand in the kitchen, pouring pancake batter onto a hot griddle.The smell of melting butter and vanilla filled the air, giving a false sense of peace because, inside my head, the remnants of yesterday's events still echoed.But I can't let it show.Max must not see it.So I forced myself to focus, preparing his favourite breakfast with slightly trembling hands, even though I tried to ignore it. Outside, the sound of rubber tyres sliding on asphalt and Max's triumphant shout echoed in the morning air.I turned my head toward the yard, and Max was speeding away in his mini Porsche. His face was full of excitement and a small arrogance clearly inherited from Pascha.Meanwhile, Pascha stood by the fence, arms crossed, observing this 'racing match' with a flat expression."Daddy! I'm going to be the best F1 driver in the world!" Max exclaimed, breaking dramatically before turning his head with his chin raised
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Pascha doesn't like to lose.I know that.He's used to controlling things, shaping the world to his liking. But this time, I wasn't something he could organize at his will.And he hated that."Listen to me."I sighed sharply, crossing my arms over my chest and giving him a flat look."Pascha, I'm fine. I'm not going to sit at home just because you say so."He pursed his lips, his expression full of disapproval. "It's not just about sitting idle—""Then what is it about? Do you think I can't handle myself?" I interrupted quickly, looking at him more sharply.He rubbed his face with one hand like it were the most difficult problem he had to solve today.I picked up my bag, preparing to leave. "Pascha, I'm going to see Kyara, then to the office. That's not something you can forbid."Pascha looked at me for a long time, then finally sighed, a sign of his defeat.But that expression was not one of complete surrender.There was something in his eyes. Something that felt like a warning.I di
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"It's Mikaela," Aurora said quickly.I'm still staring at Kyara's phone. The words on the message seem stuck behind my eyelids, flickering every time I blink.To Belva Moguel. The cold in my fingers creeps up to my wrists.Kyara sighed, sitting straighter on the bed, her still pale cheeks looking even paler. "Ara..." she murmured in warning. "That's ridiculous."Aurora looked up quickly, her eyebrows already raised. "Ridiculous?" she repeated, her tone rising a fraction of an octave. "She’s our ex-best friend. And she's crazy enough to sleep with her best friend's fiancée." Her eyes narrowed sharply. "Blowing up a restaurant isn't the most extreme thing she might do."Kyara shook her head. "That's... just about Pascha," her tone tired. "She’s not a criminal, Ara. She’s—" She rubbed her face, her fingers trembling despite trying to hide it. "You think she'd blow up a restaurant... just because of Pascha?"Aurora chuckled. Silence for a few seconds, then said, "Crazy people do crazy th
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-18His Son, Her Secret CXXII : Potatoes, Pride & Pascha Romanov
When I parked the car in front of the house, the sky was beginning to burn orange. The colors of twilight swept across the window pane, reflecting off the surface of the calm sea in the distance. Salty air sneaked into my lungs as I opened the car door, my steps heavy, my heels clicking softly on the wooden floor of the porch.I take off my shoes at the entrance, leaving them lying there, then walk slowly to the balcony, my briefcase hanging loosely over my shoulder.Clara sat in a wicker chair, her bare legs folded comfortably over the seat. A half-empty glass of lemon tea perched in her left hand. She wore a loose, oversized white T-shirt, her hair in an original braid and hanging to one side.She turned her head when she heard my footsteps approaching, her smile slow and relaxed, as if the afternoon were hers alone."You're home," she said.I pulled out a chair from a nearby round table and sat down slowly. My shoulders were still stiff from too much weight bearing, and the chair w
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His Son, Her Secret CXI : Whispers of the Past
I came down the stairs at seven a.m., my steps slow on the oak wood that felt too expensive—and far too quiet—for the storm inside my chest. The sound of waves drifted in from afar through a slightly cracked window, filling the air with sea salt and cool mist. Morning light slipped softly into the living room, brushing over thick rugs and cream velvet couches that looked like they belonged in an architecture magazine.The Romanov villa in Carmel… was too perfect.Too still.And for the first time since last night, I was thankful for that.No heavy footsteps on the floor.No clinking glasses.No low voice saying my name in that way that short-circuited my entire nervous system.No Pascha.I let out a quiet sigh—half relief, half disbelief. I wasn’t ready this morning. Not for his stare. Too honest. Too lit. Too full of history.I made my way to the kitchen. The interior looked like something out of another world—gray marble counters veined with white like paintings, dark wood cabinets
His Son, Her Secret CXC : Warmth, Ruin & Tart Guardian
His embrace felt like the world I almost left behind—warm, stubborn, and heavy with the shadows of our past.But I couldn’t breathe.Not because he was holding me too tightly, but because my mind was too full. Too loud. Too much to process all at once.I pressed my hand gently against his chest. One small push. Then another, firmer.Pascha let go slowly, but his gray eyes stayed locked on me like he was afraid I’d vanish if he blinked.I took two steps back, holding in a breath that burned like embers in my chest.“I need some time alone,” I said softly.Pascha frowned but didn’t speak.“Another room. In this villa. I know this place is huge—too huge. You can sleep wherever you want. But I need space. I need… somewhere that isn’t you.”My voice nearly cracked, but I forced it to hold.He didn’t answer right away. He just looked at me, and I could see something stirring inside him. Not anger. Not guilt.But love—raw and unsure of what shape to take in a moment like this.Then he steppe
His Son, Her Secret CLXXXIX : the page i didn’t read
I fell silent.The only sound was the faucet still running, water hitting the metal sink like a downpour in the middle of silence.That sentence echoed in my head."You're my wife, Bee."I blinked.Once.Twice.Then the world started to spin.Not the usual kind of dizziness, not a migraine from lack of sleep or too much caffeine. This was... like my logic was twisted, crushed, and thrown off the highest cliff without warning.My heart started pounding—not from emotion, but because my brain couldn’t process something this big… this absurd… this Pascha.I took a step back.Then another.My hand reached for the cold edge of the kitchen counter, gripping it just to stay upright.“What... did you just say?” I whispered, even though I’d heard him. Too clearly.He just looked at me, eyes steady, shoulders still slightly leaning forward like a man who just dropped a bomb in the middle of a city and was waiting to see if there’d be an explosion.I laughed.It was dry. Empty. The laugh of someo
His Son, Her Secret CLXXXVIII : What Remains of Us
The cold air hit my skin like a slap of reality.I stared at my reflection in the villa’s bathroom mirror—cream marble walls too smooth to be real, warm lighting that made my swollen eyes look softer, and a wide sink with a bottle of liquid soap that probably cost more than my shoes.But my face... was still the same.Tired eyes. Cracked lips. Unsteady breath.I wiped my cheek with a white towel—clean, lavender-scented—then looked at myself again.“This is the end,” I said quietly.My own voice sounded unfamiliar. But steady.“It has to end. Tonight.”I ran my fingers through my hair, pulling the front pieces back and tying them at the back of my head with a small band I found in my bag. The rest of my short hair fell around my neck—light, out of the way. Practical. Sharp. Just like my intention for tonight.I looked down at my wrinkled sweater—sage green, a color I used to love, now feeling like a burden. My jeans itched too, dusty from the car ride and too much heat from earlier ang
His Son, Her Secret CLXXXVII : how dare the sun still set
“I hate you.”That was the first thing I said after the car crossed the gate and turned onto the main road. My voice cracked. My breathing was still uneven. One hand clutched the seatbelt, the other trembled in my lap.“You think this is funny? Bringing her into your house? Around Max?!”Pascha stayed silent. His left hand rested calmly on the wheel, the right on the gearshift. His eyes were locked on the road like there wasn’t a storm sitting right next to him.“You really don’t realize what a bastard you are, do you?”Still no response.“You’re insane. You’re.....you’re the most selfish person I’ve ever met! You showed up at my house bleeding, crawled into my bed. MY BED, and the next day you brought her to your house?!”Still nothing. The car kept rolling forward, eating up pavement in a steady rhythm.“And you let Max laugh with her? Sit next to her? What.....what’s next, he calls her ‘Mommy’? Is that it? That your plan? To replace me? Hand her the title?”No answer.I turned to h
His Son, Her Secret CLX : Mirrorball Shattered Mid-Spin
The car hadn’t even come to a full stop in the carport when I opened the door."Bell—"I heard Kyara’s voice from behind me, but I didn’t look back. My steps were fast. Hot. Loud.Every heel strike against the stone path between my house and Pascha’s mansion felt like a tiny hammer, fueling my anger higher and higher. I knew he was there. I knew Max was there. And I knew that snake of a woman was there too, sitting pretty in the living room, playing a role so well even the devil would applaud her performance.Aurora was close behind me, her steps quick but cautious. I could feel her breath. Short and startled. But nothing could stop me now.The mansion door opened. Clara stood in the doorway, her expression confused and wary when she saw me. But I didn’t stop.“Where’s Max?” I asked flatly.“In the back room… playing with synthetic sand and Mischa,” Clara whispered.I didn’t say anything else. No need. I walked inside.And there she was.Her.Mikaela.Sitting on Pascha’s way-too-soft,
His Son, Her Secret CLXXXV : I Saw Red
I tapped the green button on my phone and held it to my ear.Three rings.Four.No answer.I frowned, pulled the phone away, and stared at the name on the screen: Ben (my favorite idiot twin). I called again.Ringing.Still no answer. No message.He usually lets me know if there’s a change of plans. Even when he's stuck in a board meeting in L.A., he still manages to send me a photo of a whiteboard covered in scribbles with a caption like, “Does anyone understand this? 'Cause I don't.”But now?Silence.I sighed, slipped the phone into my bag, and pushed the office door open with my shoulder. My actual office—not Romanov International. I’d had enough of Russians playing dress-up as CEOs.This office lobby was nothing fancy. Modern, but human. No marble, no echoing high heels that felt like judgment. Just the smell of fresh coffee, soft lighting, and polite smiles from Ellie the receptionist who talked way too much about her cats.“Good morning, Ms. Belva,” Ellie greeted.I gave a quic
His Son, Her Secret CLXXXIV : hit the pedal, heavy metal, show me your cares [Pascha]
The digital clock beside the bed read 4:12 AM.I opened my eyes slowly, and for a moment, the world felt still.Moonlight filtered through the thin curtains, casting soft lines across the wooden floor and the white bedsheet I was lying on. The sheet Belva said she’d just washed yesterday.I turned my head slightly, feeling the dull throb in my left shoulder.And I just... smiled a little.Still fresh in my memory: her panicked voice, her trembling hands, her frustrated muttering while cleaning up my blood last night. Belva in her panic-anger mode was honestly one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen.I reached for my phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up, too bright at first. I opened the messaging app and typed quickly to Jacob.Pascha: Clean my wound again later.Barely two seconds and it showed a blue check.Then I switched to another contact and hit call without hesitation.Ronan.The dial tone rang.Once. Twice.“I swear on my wife and my dog, if this isn’t an emergen
His Son, Her Secret CLXXXIII : Dying, But Still Hot [Pascha]
The pain came in lazy pulses.Not the kind that made you scream or tear up a pillow, but more like a harsh whisper gnawing at the edges of your consciousness.I sat on a black leather chair in the back room of the mansion, my shirt torn, blood dripping onto the kind of expensive floor that would probably make my company accountant faint if he knew how much the carpet cost.Jacob was kneeling beside me, face tight, gloved hands steady, eyes filled with his usual annoyance. Christian stood in the corner, holding a basin of water and a clean towel, looking like he’d just seen a zombie walk into the living room.“Holy shit…” Christian muttered in panic, eyes wide. “Boss, we have to go to a hospital! This is serious! This is insane! This is—”I lazily raised an eyebrow. “If you can’t shut up, Christian, I’ll have Jacob stitch your mouth closed before he does my shoulder.”Christian froze. Literally.Jacob snorted, lifting a shiny pair of tweezers into the air, inspecting them under the des
