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Trained Not To Love You
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Camila was born a slave, and for that, she wasn't entitled to a last name. She and her mother, a prisoner of war, served diligently in the house of a Jorvikian General, who took pity on them and gave them a home. Life was relatively smooth until Camila became an unwitting pawn in a plot to ruin the life of Ronan, the first son of the Morosov household. On the morning of Ronan's wedding day, Camila woke up in his bed, clueless about what had transpired. This incident sent their lives spiralling into sorrow and pain. Ronan lost the woman he loved and wanted to marry, while Camila and her mother were branded as enemies and social climbers. Life became unbearable for the young slave, and things worsened when she discovered that the incident had resulted in a pregnancy. Fearing for her child's and her mother's safety in a harsh world, Camila was surprised when the Morosovs showed some humanity. They allowed her to keep the baby on the condition that she would raise the child as a nanny. This option was better than being thrown out on the streets to fend for herself and her baby. Nearly two years later, Ronan returned, having stayed away. When he realised what had happened, he decided to take Camila and his daughter to live with him. Although Camila was to live as his maid and their daughter's nanny, the question remained: would the bond they shared ignite an unknown spark between them? Would Ronan forsake his ambitions and allow himself to fall for a woman he was trained not to love?
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Trained Not To Love You 110 We Helped Them Win
CamilaMy Mother’s tears flowed freely now, and I could feel her grief, not just for the loss of her husband but for the loss of everything they had once believed in."One morning, we woke up to a Jorvikian officer on the news," she said, her voice cracking. "He was addressing us, telling us we had been conquered from within. It was over, just like that."I felt a chill run down my spine as she described the moment everything changed."We supplied the weapons that were used to destroy us," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "We created the opportunity for our own downfall. The Jorvikians were settled in our midst, married to us, living among us. Some of us even had children with them. But when the time came, they drew the line. They showed no mercy."She paused, her eyes hollow with the weight of her memories. "My neighbour Gloria was married to a Jorvikian. Fifteen years they had been together, and yet he marched her to the concentration camps as if those years meant nothing
Trained Not To Love You 109 How It Ended
CamilaMy mother’s voice took on a darker tone as she continued, her words flowing like a dam that had finally burst. I sat quietly, absorbing everything she said, knowing this was something she had been holding in for a long time."We took over countries and seized their resources, and no one ever told us we were wrong," she said bitterly. "We were untouchable. In most places, you’re expected to follow their rules, respect their customs, but that wasn’t the Belvarian way. When we arrived, we didn’t adapt; we imposed. We forced change on them to suit us."She paused, her expression hardening as she recalled the memories. "Some of us saw the flaws in this system. Your father did—he complained often, but no one listened. They court-martialed him a few times for his ‘extreme’ views, as they called them. But in truth, he was just one of the few who realized how selfish and corrupt the system was."Hearing her speak about my father in this way gave me a new perspective. I had always known
Trained Not To Love You 108 Tell Me Of Home
CamilaHearing my mother's concern, I knew I needed to find out where this rumour had come from. If General Sergey had said it himself, then there might be some truth to it, though deep down, I wanted to believe it wasn’t true.I trusted what Ronan had told me and understood the real reason he had broken things off with Arya. But was I being naive? To ease my mind, I decided to probe further."Where did you hear that?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light, even though my curiosity was piqued.She hesitated for a moment. "The workers," she said, and I couldn’t help but laugh at that."In their dreams, maybe," I said, amused by the way rumours spread so easily among the staff."He kicked Arya out because she was mean to Katya, and he’s definitely not getting back with Leah. It’s all lies." I tried to sound confident, though I could see her concern deepening."But Mrs. Semenov was here last week," she pointed out, her frown deepening.I nodded, brushing it off. "Well, that’s their busin
Trained Not To Love You 107 A Rumour
CamilaTelling my mother that Ronan had moved on might have been more than I should have shared, but I needed her to feel at ease. I could see the weight of worry she’d been carrying for so long, and I wanted to ease that burden.“He has moved on, really,” I reassured her again, and she nodded slowly, as if she needed to hear it twice to fully believe it.“That’s clear,” she said, “but Madame Melania is still stuck in the past.” She led me to the couch, where we sat down together. The room was nice—not as comfortable as my space at Ronan’s, but I knew Madam Melania wouldn’t have been pleased with even this level of hospitality."You know, three weeks ago, she had me deliver Kremowki to the Semenovs," my mother began, her voice lowering as she shared her worries."I overheard them talking about exposing what they believe you did. They were planning to tell Master Ronan that you drugged him, and they claimed they had proof. Camila, I was scared for you. I know what the Semenovs are capa
Trained Not To Love You 106 After He Left
CamilaWatching Ronan leave was like holding my breath, as if I was suspended in time.The reality that he might not return, the possibility that this could be the last time I saw him, was a thought I had been desperately pushing away. But now, as I stood there, the weight of it all came crashing down on me.The fear, the dread—it was overwhelming, and I had to fight back the tears, knowing that everyone was still watching. Why couldn’t they send someone else?The moment the Morozovs left the room, I handed Katya to my mother and rushed to the bathroom, the tears spilling over, uncontrollable now that I was alone.When Ronan told me he loved me, I had felt the dam break inside. I would have preferred he saved those words for his return, because hearing them now, just before he left, made everything feel so final, as if they were a goodbye.I knew it was my fear talking, but how could I not be afraid? Ronan had shown me a kindness that I never thought I deserved, especially in a world
Trained Not To Love You 105 Ensuring Comfort
RonanMy father’s face showed a mixture of shock and disappointment, clearly not expecting her to say that out loud. I stood there, my anger barely contained."This isn't about luck or short notice, Mother," I said, my voice tight. "Camila and Katya deserve to be treated with respect, not like they’re being given charity.""A bunk bed with thin, worn-out mattresses?" I said, my voice laced with disbelief and anger."You are a wicked woman, Mother. What did they ever do to you? Even if Katya weren't in the picture, I would never have gotten along with your friend's daughter. And by the way, did Father tell you what your associations with the Semenovs have cost us? It has created a powerful enemy for our family. When will you stop, Mom? Will it be when I decide that I don’t want to have anything to do with you and choose to stay away?" My voice cracked with frustration. "Why can’t you see that these things matter to me?"My mother stood there, shocked by my words, clearly not expecting
Trained Not To Love You 104 Our Final Moments
RonanWe arrived at my parents' house around nine in the evening, greeted by the entire staff standing outside as they always did.It was a tradition my mother had started long ago, and it never changed, no matter the occasion.The air was formal, but there was something different tonight—an underlying tension, a mix of emotions just beneath the surface.Glenda was among the staff, and the moment she saw Camila, her eyes lit up with emotion. I could tell she was fighting back tears, but like the rest of us, she kept herself composed. It was a quiet exchange of understanding, one that didn’t need words.I walked into the house with Camila at my side, holding Katya in her arms. The warmth of the moment was overshadowed by the weight of what was to come. "Where's the room?" I asked Mirabel, one of the housemaids, as we reached the grand staircase.She led us to a guest room just after the staircase—a room we rarely used. It wasn’t one of the larger, more lavish rooms, and I knew instantl
Trained Not To Love You 103 Memorising It All
RonanI knew, no matter how much time we had, I would never get enough of Camila. As I lay there, holding her close, I tried to commit every detail to memory—her soft curves, her scent, the way her smile lit up a room, and the sound of her laughter that I cherished so deeply.I wanted to hold on to everything, enough to sustain me until I returned. As we lay spent in bed, I pulled her tighter into my arms. She was silent, but the steady beat of her heart and her slow breathing told me there was so much on her mind, so much she was holding back.“I’ll be back in no time, Malishka,” I whispered, kissing the top of her head, hoping my words would soothe her.She looked up at me then, her eyes glistening with unshed tears—the first time I’d seen her so emotional since she found out about this trip.“Promise me you won’t go missing like Erin,” she said, her voice trembling with fear. The mention of my brother, still missing, struck a chord deep within me. I shook my head, cupping her face
Trained Not To Love You 102 Counting The Hours
RonanI had never seen Camila so free and happy as she was during dinner. The way she laughed, her eyes lighting up with joy, left an imprint on my heart.Knowing we’d soon be apart for a while made me cling to every moment, every second I could steal to just watch her, memorizing the curve of her smile and the way she leaned in, listening attentively to Joseph’s stories.I wanted to commit every detail to memory—her laugh, her warmth—so I could hold on to them when memories were all I’d have until I returned.We didn’t retire until three in the morning. The food had been amazing, and I had a suspicion Joseph may have gone a little overboard with the dessert. He’d always had a sweet tooth, and Camila, of course, didn’t let him decline any of it.We laughed about it all night. By the time we finally went to bed, I was so exhausted that having Camila nestled in my arms was all I needed to drift into a deep sleep.When I woke up late the next morning, the bed beside me was empty. I glanc
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