The Woman Of THREE CROWN PRINCES
LOVE ME OR KILLME Part 95. Sad Love Story's
"How's the trial?" Nathan called in the afternoon while I was on my way back to Dad's house in Brooklyn.
"Everything is open. Callaway has no more evasive gaps, all incriminating witnesses have given his testimony. Armando's lawyers will face charges, a recess trial because Callaway had to change lawyers. Callaway's problem is over I guess."
"Good, we can hit several people at once."
"Ohh yeah I went back to Dad's house first. I want to talk to Dad."
"Ohh, sure. Looks like there's a lot you guys have to talk about. Remember my words he's the old man who loves you. Whatever you'll know later."
"Yes, I know. I'll call later. Yea..."
"Byee..." I hung up.
"Sir, there's more you need." It was Liam who drove us to Dad's place.
"No, thank you for accompanying Liam's fishing."
"I'm grateful you've shared many of your experiences with us Sir." I actually mentioned why all these bodyguards even Nathan called him Sir.
"Dad why is everyone calling you Sir?" I asked in surprise at the dinner table.
"Because of their senior father, the reason was simple. The only one who has met directly with Dad is the Nathan generation. Those young people have never been..." I stopped eating now, processing what I heard, senior Nathan?! Senior Nathan at the CIA?
"What does senior Nathan mean at the CIA?"
"Yes..." My father smiled at me. I never thought my father who said he was an auditor was a CIA? For years I thought he was an auditor like me turned out he was a CIA agent?!
"Nathan is Dad's student?"
"Hmm.he was in my class." It's fitting that Nathan was immediately disinclined by her, it turns out that Dad is her instructor.
"So actually who caught the kidnapper was Dad himself?" The next question that got me offended.
"Ohh no, I just immediately found out there was a strange van parked in place and there was someone watching me. The one who helped catch him was of course Liam and his friends. But you're still strong enough to knock one down with a single punch, you're still in physical training right now." She smiled at me, I didn't know how I felt mixed up, I couldn't even eat right now, I thought my world was turned upside down.
Everyone beside me has the same profession.
"Eat, why did you stop eating. I just work as a CIA there's nothing wrong, right..." I tried to eat but there were still a lot of questions in my head that I still had to ask.
"What Daniel Heatherton real or fake name." My first question was about my father's identity. He saw me, it seemed that my question regarding the target, the name he used was a fake name.
"Fake... My name is actually Andrey Mironov." The russian?! That's why I sometimes feel my father's accent is a bit foreign even though he tried to hide it. "Father is the second generation of Russian immigrants. Dad was born here, but your Russian grandparents, your aunt Anastasia Mironov, we're CIA spies who roam eastern Europe, some Uncle and Aunt Dad still live in Russia and Poland. That's why we're paid a lot by the CIA because we work like we're real Russians. We've never been caught once ..."
"I'm Russian..." I'm still trying to digest this reality.
"Your aunt is taking care of your problems with the Kulkov family. Someone has to finish it and become a negotiator so you don't become a continuous target."
"And my mother?"
"Isn't she named Yulia Robinson? That's not his real name either..." When I asked my mother questions, she was being serious. He stopped eating and sat next to me. This is the moment of truth.
"Your mother.named Elena Lyadova. We met in Moscow at the time and fell in love. It's like love at first sight. Your mother is beautiful like you, I can't. .. endure not liking her at first sight."
"Then...." Now the explanation why I never knew my mother's family for sure.
"Lyadova is an influential family in Moscow and a top military official. Your grandfather hated everything about the USA. And I can guess he didn't approve of our relationship. Your mother left her family for Father, she didn't get along with her father's harsh nature and guessed his father was also a hard man, just like your mother he was also a stubborn man. We ran away from Russia after my assignment was over and with that my adventure in Russia ended, I did not set foot again in Moscow and became a senior consultant at the CIA as well as a trainee, he said, maybe every once in a while I'm still in the region but only if it's really necessary."
"We're living happily until your mother's family can finally find Dad." I can guess all these stories.
"Your grandfather was very angry and hard on your mother, he considered your mother to tarnish her family's honor, he threatened that if your mother ever saw you again, he didn't see you as his granddaughter, he would do everything he could to kill you. Finally ... I have to let your mother take her family back to protect you and make up that story..."
Everything is answered now. I can only imagine the broken heart of Dad being separated from the Mother he loved. Dark years where Dad was devastated and had no hope of living. Turns out this is what happened...
"A few years ago your grandfather died. Her sister Your mother, who holds the family leadership, gave your mother permission to meet you in London and Paris for the first time in years, even then by considering you were there so he immediately took the opportunity. We met a lot after that..."
"Why didn't he go back to NY..."
"You miss him, don't you..."
"Maybe after a few years of this chance we get together again. You were focused on your career, rarely returned to NY, we waited for the right moment to tell you. We should have given you sooner... But your mother is still looking for ways to get out of Moscow more often and has finally decided to stay in Italy two years after her mother died...."
It turns out that Mom and Dad's story is that dramatic. I didn't think there was such a big drama behind it.
"I'm sorry Dad just told me now, Dad's life used to be a mess. Until I can't think how to deal with it. Finally your aunt suggested I make up this excuse temporarily so that while you're not too sad and focused on your studies, I sent you to the dorm so you wouldn't see how messy I was thinking about your mother, you can now stand on your own after a dozen years of making up so you don't look for it and endanger yourself. Your grandfather wasn't messing around with his threats..."
I'm pondering about this. So Mom kept thinking about me.
"Why don't you just tell me."
"Because actually your mother tried to escape several times and did not succeed. How many times have you called your grandfather and been threatened in the first year after your mother's departure. Once he made it, you remember he met you in San Francisco once, Dad moved him there before somehow someone could track him down a month later. I think because you went there. So then your mother's passport was revoked for as long as her father was alive, 'cause she tried to escape, made it to NY again but as a result she was then sent to some kind of women's prison for two years, then he couldn't get out of Russia at all until his father's death threw him out of the family, even though your Grandma wasn't being so hard she couldn't fight your stubborn Grandpa."
"It was very difficult at that time, I hope he doesn't fight your Grandpa anymore, no matter what I am and you will definitely wait for him to come back. That's all that's happened. When I first met you in London, he only recovered his passport three years ago. He wanted to tell you, but he knew you hated him for that story, you wanted to go quickly and not give him a chance. Finally he's content to just look at you and feel guilty."
"What now his family is still against."
"His siblings know how much he suffered and how hard your Grandpa was to your Mother, after your Grandmother died your mother began to look for ways to move from Russia with the help of her brother."
I'm now thinking whether Dad intends to settle down in Italy with this true love. It was cruel all this time that they had to be separated like that.
"Dad, do you want to live in Italy too." I'm staring.
"Your mother wanted to be able to stay in the US and see you more often actually, but you're only now back in NY. He was trying to get a permanent resident in Italy, he bought a wineyard there. That's so beautiful ...You should see it this Christmas."
"All right, I'll be there. You have to go there first and stay there if you want, you've been separated for a long time."
"Sometimes he's here... Before you came, I was there, too..." So this is why I now look happier.
"You gotta get there, Dad, the air's gotta be good for you... Later if you get bored you can visit us in NY, we'll be there this Christmas. But you can go first if you want. Just pick me up at the airport..." I smiled at her, sad to think she was separated from Mom for so long. They must have suffered so much over the years.
"You don't feel lonely?"
"I'll visit you, and you can come here. What matters is that you are together and spend time together. The business here let me help you control it, but I think it could be without Dad. I'll find someone if I can't. I can retire quietly and go for a walk with Mom..." She smiles.
"You're not mad at us..."
"Why am I angry. I want to see you guys happy." Her tears were dripping now in front of me she was hugging me.
"Sometimes I feel it's not fair to you to let go of yourself. Your mom and dad were bad parents.
" Your son's grown up, I was only kicked 3 years earlier than home. Look at me now, there's nothing to worry about..." I laughed in his arms. "Dad, you've been fighting to stay together for years. You guys keep thinking about me... Now that you're together, go to Italy, I'm waiting for you there..."
He's unwinded.
"Well, I'll take care of a few things, and book a ticket in mid-December... Let's see it later. But you have to promise you'll be there once you can take a vacation."
"Yes I'll be there as soon as I can." Dad looks relieved.
"When you get married, maybe Nathan can take care of you. I'd be more calm if I had to stay there. That's far..."
"There will be a time for Father. Don't force him, he's a good guy..."
"I feel bad now, leaving you again and expecting someone to take care of you." I laugh.
"Dad, you should take me to Russia sometime..."
"Yes, I'll take you to Daddy's birthplace in Smolensk later. There's Uncle Dad in Poland too. You're a good princess..."
We talked late, like we never did before. Telling me a lot of things that have never been revealed to each other.
It feels like my world is perfect now, I feel loved, full of both my parents. And wanted to see Mom soon, saying I miss her too.