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CXXX : Not Even a Tear, Not Even a Fight
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His Son, Her Secret CXXXI : Tiny Hands, Big Opinions
"I'm telling you, Bumblebee is cooler than Optimus Prime!" Max's voice was shrill with conviction. "Even though I like Optimus, Bumblebee is like a soldier guarding him!""No way, Prime is the leader of the Autobots! He's stronger, wiser, and definitely cooler," Clara said in a challenging tone."But Bumblebee is faster! And he can talk on the radio! You only like Prime because he's the big boss, Cece!"I tried to stifle my laughter as I propped myself up in the doorway. The two of them stood facing each other on the sofa, Max with his arms folded across his tiny chest, while Clara sat dismissively."I just like characters who know how to make important decisions, Max.""No! Cece only likes leaders! If Transformers were a kingdom, Cece would choose Optimus to be the king!"Clara snorted. "Of course you would. And Bumblebee? Is he the royal guard?""He's a fighting prince!" Max lifted his chin, full of conviction.I couldn't help but laugh again. "Oh my, are you guys having a Transform
Last Updated : 2025-03-28His Son, Her Secret CXXXII : Of Tiny Detectives and Tall Liars
Knock! Knock! Knock!I had just finished setting the dishes on the dining table when a knock came from the front door.Max, busy with his Transformers toys on the floor, immediately turned his head. His eyes sparkled with curiosity.Clara nudged my arm, whispering, "Should I get some popcorn? This should be interesting."I snorted, ignored her, and walked towards the door. When I opened it, a tall man with a black leather jacket and a mischievous smile was already standing there.Jullian."Just in time," I said, stepping aside from the doorway to let him in.Jullian glanced at me with eyes full of amusement. "You sound surprised. Did you think I'd be late?"I shrugged casually. "Maybe."He chuckled, then stepped inside. As soon as he took off his jacket and saw Max standing in the living room, I thought this would be an awkward meeting.I was wrong.Max doesn't take long to adapt to new people."WHO ARE YOU?" he asked excitedly, his hands on his hips.Jullian raised both hands like a
Last Updated : 2025-03-29His Son, Her Secret CXXXIII : You Need to Calm Down, Mommy
The night breeze blew softly, bringing the salty scent of the sea to my balcony. In front of us, the waves roll in quietly, reflecting the faint moonlight on the water's surface.Max sits in his little wicker chair, eagerly munching on his dessert. Next to him, Jullian sits in another chair, still with the same patient expression he has had since dinner last night."This is delicious!" Max said with his mouth full. "What's this called?"Jullian smiled. "Tiramisu."Max frowned. "Tira... what?""Tiramisu," Jullian repeated. "A cake from Italy."Max squinted, staring at the cake on his plate. "Has Optimus Prime ever eaten this?"I couldn't help but laugh. "Max, Optimus doesn't eat tiramisu.""But he's a robot, Mommy. Robots must eat weird things."I just sighed sarcastically."I have Bumblebee at home," Max said suddenly, munching on his tiramisu.Jullian smiled, rubbing Max's head gently. "Bumblebee? The yellow one?"Max nodded vigorously. "Yes! He's cool! He can turn into a car!""What
Last Updated : 2025-03-30His Son, Her Secret CXXXIV : jealousy, jealousy
Sunlight sneaking through the gap in the curtains made me squint. I tried to curl up deeper under the blanket, but something was poking my face. Max's tiny foot was pressed against my cheek—cold and oblivious. Half-asleep, I gently moved his foot, hoping to find a more comfortable position. But before I could close my eyes again, Max suddenly rolled over hard, nearly kicking me in the stomach. "Ugh..." I groaned, rubbing my side where his little knee had jabbed me. Max slept like a disaster—his legs stretched toward me while his head pointed to the end of the bed. He mumbled softly, muttering incoherently—something about Optimus or some other robot that occupied his thoughts even in sleep. I took a deep breath, trying to be patient. Max never slept peacefully. Sometimes he pushed me with his feet, sometimes he sprawled his small body across my chest as if I were a living pillow. And once he conquered the entire bed, he'd start sleep-talking with a burst of enthusiasm. I had no id
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I grabbed a comb from the table and pulled Max into my arms, starting to tame his messy hair after a night of sleeping like a ninja. Max immediately winced, grumbling as he tried to pull away. “Mommy, be gentle! I’m not a pony!” I held back a laugh. “If you don’t want to be brushed like a pony, don’t sleep like a tornado.” Max pouted. “But I have to fight in my dreams.” I shook my head as I smoothed down the last strand. “Fighting who?” Max looked up seriously. “Megatron.” I took a deep breath, trying not to smile. “Of course you did.” Just as I put down the comb, Max suddenly straightened up and glanced at the wall clock. His eyes went wide. “Mommy... It’s already ten! Cece isn’t awake yet."I looked at him, puzzled. “And?” Max stared at me as if I had just said something ridiculous. “That means she missed breakfast! Poor Cece!” I raised an eyebrow. “Cece is not a baby, Max.” But he had already jumped off the stool, ready to dash off. “I have to wake her up!” Before I coul
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The living room was filled with the clashing sound effects of robot battles, mixed with the soft background music of a crime drama playing on the TV. I sat on the sofa bed, hugging a pillow, half-lying down while staring at the screen, though my mind wasn’t really paying attention.On the floor, Clara was sprawled out on the carpet, wrapped in a blanket with her messy hair everywhere. She must be exhausted after this morning’s “battle” with Max. That girl can fall asleep anywhere when she’s tired enough.Max, on the other hand, was still full of energy. He sat next to Clara with his robot collection lined up neatly. His tiny hands moved one robot against another, making them fight with sound effects he created himself.“Watch out! Optimus is gonna crush you!” Max growled softly, moving the red and blue robot against the smaller black one.Clara stirred, trying to push away Max’s foot that occasionally bumped her face. “Max... stop rolling on top of me...” she mumbled, half-asleep.Max
Last Updated : 2025-03-31His Son, Her Secret CXXXVII : The Door I Had to Close
I took a deep breath, swallowing the shock still caught in my throat. Max was still standing at the doorway, staring at my father and mother with curious eyes. Of course, he didn’t recognize them. How could he know two people who never even tried to know him? I knelt beside him, gently touching his shoulder. “Max, can you go inside? Keep Cece company for a bit.” Max glanced at me, his forehead creased. “But, Mommy—” “Maximus Prime.” My voice was firmer this time, but still gentle. I didn’t want him to sense that something was off. Max looked at me for a moment, then nodded. “Okay...” He stepped back, but before leaving, he gave my parents one more look and— “Cece! There are two weird people at the door!” he yelled before running inside. I let out a long sigh. Nothing to be done about that kid’s mouth. Once Max disappeared into the house, I reached for the door handle and closed it slowly, leaving just a small gap behind me. Now, it was just me and them. I looked at them coldl
Last Updated : 2025-03-31His Son, Her Secret CXXXVIII : A Brother’s Rage, A Sister’s Secrets
I was still standing in front of the door, trying to regulate my breathing, which felt heavier than it should. "Bell?" I opened my eyes and turned around. Clara was standing a few steps away from me.I forced a smile. "I'm fine." Clara didn't move. Her gaze remained fixed on me, and I knew she wouldn't accept my answer just like that. "Belva," she said softly. "Don't lie." I sighed a little, letting my smile fade slightly. I could have said everything was fine, that the earlier encounter didn’t affect me. But Clara knew me better than that. She stepped closer, her small hand hesitating for a moment before finally touching my arm lightly. "Bell," she repeated, her voice even softer. I swallowed hard, feeling something in my chest starting to loosen. I didn’t want to look vulnerable, but with her, I didn’t have to pretend to be strong. Without warning, Clara pulled me into a hug. Warm, tight, as if she was trying to channel a strength that words couldn't express. I let my body
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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
