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Penulis: Maya East
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-01-17 22:14:45
The night sky is dark as I park my car in front of Clara parent’s house, which has a large yard filled with ornamental plants. The light from the house's windows illuminates the night with a warmth that beckons anyone to enter. The house has a classic atmosphere, with wooden walls that give it a nostalgic touch.

I got out of the car and walked towards the front door, only to see Max running out enthusiastically, wearing his little blue sweater that was too cute to ignore.

"Mommy!" he exclaims, his face shining as bright as the moon tonight. He jumped towards me, his hand grabbing mine tightly. "Come on in quickly! Cece said dinner's ready, and it has my favorite food!"

I chuckled, letting Max pull me into the house. As the door opened, the warm aroma of spices immediately greeted me, mixing with the sounds of chatter and laughter from the dining room.

"Belva! You're here!" Ciara, or Grandma Ciara, as Max calls her, stood up from her chair with a big smile. The old woman with her silver
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  • His Son, Her Secret   CCXIV : What a Lovely Night to Die [Pascha]

    The explosion of glass was followed by a scream of fear. I pulled Belva into my arms tightly, pinning her against the cold marble floor with my elbow supporting her head so it wouldn’t hit.Her perfume...sandalwood, vanilla, and a faint trace of tension hit my system hard.No. She couldn’t be by my side.“Bee,” I whispered harshly into her ear. “Look at me.”Her eyes widened, scared, but focused. She was listening.“Don’t move. Don’t speak. Follow my orders.” I kissed her quickly to lock in her attention. So she’d know I was still here. That I wasn’t going to let her die at Rafael’s goddamn party.My left hand reached for the hidden weapon at my waist. My right hand stayed wrapped protectively around her.Then Jacob appeared. Calm as always, his face unchanged even as blood nearly splattered from the bar wall.“You need an exit route,” he said. “Next to the kitchen. I cleared it.”“Take them,” I said quickly.Jacob glanced at Belva, then at Mikaela who was now hiding behind the bar wi

  • His Son, Her Secret   CCXIII : Honey, the Guns Came Right After the Forgiveness

    As soon as he disappeared, I turned to Pascha, who was taking two small glasses from a waiter’s tray. He handed me one without a word.“What kind of man is he really?” I asked, sipping tequila far too smooth to be sold in an ordinary store. “I... I've never seen you this relaxed around anyone except your three psycho friends and your family.”“He’s the owner of Aerolínea de Sol. A regional airline in Central and South America. Business-class flights with a name far too romantic for their fleet of combat jets.” he said, lazyly.I raised an eyebrow. “Okay... that checks out.”“And he’s also the head of the Cartel de Las Cimas. The second-largest black market network in Mexico. Possibly the largest now, depending on who you ask.”I choked.Seriously, I choked.“Excuse me?”Pascha just gave a one-shouldered shrug. “He’s a busy man.”“A busy man?!” I hissed, trying not to draw attention. “You... you brought me to a mafia party?!”“It’s a business party.”“Hosted by the mafia.”Pascha turne

  • His Son, Her Secret   CCXII : Glasswater

    We went to Gosausee the morning. A mountain lake hidden like the most beautiful secret in the heart of Salzkammergut. The black car driven by the Romanov family’s local chauffeur glided slowly along the narrow, winding roads, through spruce forests and rocky slopes that looked like they’d been painted with a lazy summer brush.When we arrived, I was the first to get out of the car and froze.“Oh my God…”I didn’t even realize I said it out loud.“You look like a tourist seeing water for the first time.” Pascha said.“Because this isn’t water. This is… liquid glass.”Gosausee stretched out in front of me like another world fallen from the sky. The water was crystal clear, reflecting the blue sky, the towering Dachstein peaks in the distance, and the silent pine trees lining the shore.I stepped onto the small wooden dock, looked up, then quickly lifted my phone and started taking pictures.Once. Twice. Three times. Then switched to panorama mode.“Pchelka,” Pascha sighed lazily, “this

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    The Romanov private jet rolled slowly across the small airstrip owned by an old Austrian noble family, just a few kilometers from Hallstatt. Through the cabin’s oval window, I could see the crystal blue lake that seemed to reflect heaven itself, framed by the Alps, their peaks still snow-covered even though summer still hung warmly in the air.Pascha sat across from me, his white shirt rolled up to the elbows, legs crossed, one hand holding a glass of white wine from the Romanov family’s private vineyard. He had just pointed toward the village that looked like a miniature fairytale in the distance.“That’s where we’ll be staying,” he said, his tone half-serious, half overly pleased. “A little castle that once served as the exile home of a rebellious prince. Fitting for my rebellious wife.”I threw a pillow at him. “Are you calling this a honeymoon or a romantic military camp?”“Both,” he replied, catching the pillow as it landed on his chest. “But without guns. Just love and potential

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    I stood on the right side of the large marble table, slicing onions at a speed that made the knife nearly silent. Clara was on the other side, kneading pelmeni dough with the focused look of a professional chef competing on a cooking show.Natalia—or maybe I should start calling her “Mama”—stood between us, wearing an ivory apron embroidered with the Romanov’s signature winged lion at the edge. Her hands were busy mixing dumpling filling, but her eyes watched the way I was preparing the borscht soup.“You’re still very skilled in the kitchen,” she said. “It seems your talents have only grown.”I chuckled, looking at the pot of slowly boiling broth. “When you live alone with a toddler for four years, you learn things college never taught you.”“Exactly,” Clara chimed in without looking up. “Belva runs her kitchen like a military operation. Breakfast at seven, lunch at twelve, and don’t even think about bothering her when she’s making soup. You might get kicked out of the house.”Natali

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