All Chapters of His Son, Her Secret: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

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

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

I wiped the blood from my temple with the back of my hand. “We have to go. Now.”Rafael nodded. “To the cooler room. There’s an underground tunnel from there. I usually use it to smuggle out drunk diplomats.”“You’re really a mix of devil and chef,” Ronan muttered.“You haven’t tried my tacos,” Rafael grinned.We moved quickly toward the back, down a narrow hallway behind the kitchen.Rafael’s underground tunnel wasn’t just a tunnel.It was a hidden network layered with steel-reinforced concrete, as thick as the secrets it held. The walls were cold, lined with old pipes and red cables that snaked like the veins of a mafia palace. At its dark end, the smell of iron, sweat, and gunpowder mixed like hell’s breath.We ran while Calvin and Jacob stayed in our ears, whispering coordinates.“Intersection room in 20 meters,” Calvin said. “But thermal detection shows movement on the left side path. They know this route, Pascha.”Rafael clicked his tongue. “Damn. That means a traitor.”I just i

A couple months ago.I stood in front of the VVIP hospital room door, my shoulders tense, my jaw locked.The name on the door—Belva Moguel—was clear.I never imagined I’d see her again after all these years. Not after she ran from me, not after she shattered me exactly 30 minutes before our wedding was supposed to begin.But now she’s here.Behind that door. Her eyes were focused on the iPad screen, fingers moving quickly, expression serious as always.As if she wasn’t someone who had just been in an accident. As if she was still the same girl as before—stubborn, restless, and too smart for her own good.I should walk in and ask. I should ask her to explain. Why she left. Why she walked away without a reason, without a message, not even a single word. Why she trusted her twin brother’s deception so easily?Why?Why?Why...But before I could move, footsteps approached behind me. Jacob stopped, his hands slipped into the pockets of his doctor’s coat, his expression calm.Then, in a low

PresentBelva was sleeping peacefully, her face half-buried in the pillow, her hair spilling across her cheek, and her arms hugging another pillow.I kissed her forehead gently. “Sleep well, love.”The sky outside the window hadn’t changed. Still dark. Still cold. But my thoughts were far away. My eyes stared out into the distance, toward the silhouette of the forest and Rafael’s castle tower across the valley.Something was unfinished. And tonight, I couldn’t sleep until it was done.Before leaving, I activated all the security systems. Jonas and Sergio were on alert, the perimeter fully guarded. No one would lay a finger on Belva tonight. Not as long as I was standing.The vehicle rolled down the rocky road toward Rafael’s castle. Dim headlights lit up the old stone façade and the carved de Castro crest on the gate. I didn’t say a word as the guard opened the door. Rafael already knew I was coming.In the underground hallway, the air was much more humid. Red lights pulsed on the wa