Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
That is the last time I doubt Konstantin. I know now, that our strength is quiet, but vast. I remember and take heart from the fact that with all the power and money in the world, Helena didn’t beat me. I beat her.
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A New Beginning
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCZVL_8D048
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The promised sailing trip in the Mediterranean that Konstantin offered to take me on happens when I am nine months pregnant. We sail around the beautiful islands stopping off for long glorious lunches and romantic strolls on the beach.
It is a dreamy time. Sometimes I wake up and still half-asleep think, I’m in my little room in New York, and it was all a dream.
My baby is born on the yacht on the international seas. He belongs to no country. No one will prick the delicate skin on his tiny little heel to steal a drop of his blood so he can be put into a genetic database somewhere. I bring my son into this world to the sound of waves and water and the love I feel flowing from Konstantin’s grip on my hand. It must be my child-bearing hips, but the birth doesn’t last more than two hours and is not too difficult.
When the midwife leaves the room, we gaze in wonder at the new life, we have created. I remember then what Konstantin once told me. The cabal are afraid of mothers. They always have been. It has always been their terrible fear that it is the pure love of mothers that will eventually defeat them. Gazing at my newborn son wrinkled, red face, I know now, why they fear mothers. And they are right too. We will their undoing.
“He’s so beautiful,” I whisper.
“Yes, he is, but should he be so red?”
I laugh. “You try getting pushed out of someone's birth canal and see how red you get.”
He looks sheepish. “He’s actually perfect.”
“He is. Look at his toes. How totally perfect they are. Like two rows of corn.”
At that moment our little baby opens his eyes and looks at us both, his eyes are slightly unfocused, but still so sharp for a newborn.
“I can tell he’s going to be as smart as his dad,” I say with satisfaction.
“We’re gonna win this war, my boy,” Konstantin tells him. “We’re gonna win. No matter what it takes, you will have a good life as a human being.”
“I love you so much,” I whisper looking at Konstantin.
He meets my gaze, and his eyes are shining with love. “I love you too, Raine Tsarnov. I love you more than you can ever imagine.”
* * *
And it’s Never Going To Be Over for them…