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It was a shock two years ago when she realized who their father was. Gedoni Raskin.
She’d been shocked to see the powerful nobleman again for the first time in fourteen years. At forty-two years old, he hadn’t changed much. Still the same tall, lithe, and masculine man. Still as handsome as the very devil. The only difference were his features looked more mature, with a few strands of gray hair in his once jet-black hair, and she doubted if he’d still have that boyish smile he had when he was twenty-three years old.
How come he is the father of these children? She’d asked herself that in shock. Gedony’s wife, Yeaha Raskin, died, and he had no child from that marriage. She knew this much because she was Yeaha’s killer.
King Cone ordered. She killed.
Pushing the age-old pain and guilt away, she focused on Merrily Raskin. The girl was playing with her fingers. Sick brown eyes met hers. “You have very beautiful fingers, Miss Ana.”
“Thank you, Merrily. I think you have beautiful fingers, too,” she returned with a smile.
“You think so? My papa says me’s beautiful and Aiden’s handsome.” Her cheeks dimpled again.
“I’m beautiful, not me’s beautiful, sweetling,” she correctly softly. “And yes, your father is right. You’re very beautiful, and Aiden is very handsome.”
“Thank you, Miss Ana. You’re beautiful too. And my papa says so too.”
Against her better judgment, her eyes perked up. “He does?”
Merrily nodded her head repeatedly. “Papa asks me about you all the time, Miss Ana. Papa asks Aiden too.” She lowered her voice as if she was about to reveal a big secret. “I think my Papa likes you, Miss Ana.”
Anarieveta’s heart fluttered. As always, it freaked her out.
The heart she thought would never move or beat for any other man that’s not King Lucien had turned weird since Gedony Raskin came back to her life. It troubles her greatly, making her question herself.
Was it because her heart once beat for him? But it had been so long. That was almost twenty-five years ago.
It didn’t matter that she fell for him when she was barely seven and loved him until she was fifteen. It also didn’t matter that he was the man that took her virginity.
It had been twenty-four years, and in that duration, she’d fallen heads over heels for another man.
Now, at thirty-nine years old, and after all she had been through in life, she has resigned to her life as it is.
So, where were these feelings for Gedony Raskin coming from? It had been two years since she first saw him in her school, and yet, she still didn’t have the answer to this question.
Very baffling. Very troubling.
“Why are you frowning so hard, Miss Ana? You thinking ’bout something?” Merrily’s little voice interrupted her.
“Nothing at all, Merrily.”
“You like my Papa too, Miss Ana?” she asked hopefully.
“Uhm…of course, dearling. You are my student, and he is your father. I like him just fine.”
“‘Kay. Will let Papa know you said that.”
“No, Merrily, you can’t-“
“I want to pee, Miss Ana,” she interrupted in that cute tiny voice of hers.
“Oh, okay. Come on. I’ll take you.” Anarieveta rose. Automatically, the little girl spread her arms wide open, and she lifted her into her arms.
When she took the girl to the bathroom and positioned her, she waited patiently for Merrily to ease herself, even as her head was whirling on the thoughts of Gedoni Raskin.
No. No, there is no way she’d do this to herself again, Anarieveta thought with resolve.
Finally, she had control of her life.
Her life was good and beautiful the way it was. Even if it was a little lonely, it was nothing compared to how disastrous it was before.
There was no way she would let Gedony Raskin disrupt her life.
In the early evening, Gedoni Raskin stood inside her living room with his daughter plastered to his body, his broad shoulder cushioning her head, her small arms wrapped around him.
“Why are you sick, Pumpkin? Don’t be sick; you know Papa doesn’t like that,” he said tenderly.
“I know, Papa. You get sad when we get sick,” Merrily mumbled against his shoulder, her eyes closed.
“Yeah. Papa loves you two so much. He gets sad when you’re not happy.”
“I am happy, Papa. Miss Ana gave me food and bitter herbs and sang to me. I don’t feel so bad anymore.”
“Oh, guess we have Miss Ana to thank for that.” His eyes found hers across the living room and held.
“Yes, Papa. Miss Ana likes me, and I like Miss Ana. Miss Ana likes Aiden too and you too.”
His brows arched. “And me, huh?”
Anarieveta’s hands tightened on her tunic. She averted her eyes.
“Yes. Miss Ana said so.”
Just then, Mrs. Oraine, the Raskin’s housekeeper, walked through the house. She strode towards Gedony and took Merrily from him. “Time to go home and rest your little head, angel.”
“‘Kay, Mrs. Oraine.” She clung to the woman.
“Call the medicine man. Have him take a look at her, will you?” Gedony directed towards the older woman.
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