Camila
Two Days Later
Looking back, I thought our lives were hard before, but I didn't realise we had some good moments. Now, after what happened with Young Master Ronan, I saw how wrong I was. My mother and I had become the outcasts in the house.
The other workers treated us like garbage, and Madam Melania had become more cruel than ever. She used to ignore us most of the time, but now she seemed to go out of her way to make our lives miserable. I knew she blamed us for ruining her son's wedding.
When Leah called off the engagement, it was a massive shock to everyone. The fear of losing the friendship with the Semenov family hung in the air like a heavy cloud. And amidst all this, I was the one everyone blamed.
Ronan asked me about the drink, and I had no choice but to take the blame. If I had told him the truth—that my mother put the drink in the Ddecanter and handed it to me—he would have directed all his anger at her.
Living the way we were, with everyone blaming us, wasn't easy, but it felt like the only way to avoid a worse fate.
If Ronan decided to bring up the issue again and accuse my mother, it could mean her death. I prayed and hoped that things would get better.
My mother and I were in the kitchen, churning butter together. The rhythmic motion was almost soothing, a rare moment of routine in our otherwise chaotic lives.
Even though store-bought butter was available, the Morosovs preferred to eat homemade butter made this way.
Suddenly, one of the worker's wives walked in.
The Morozovs had many workers who were married and lived on the estate, but unlike us, they were paid workers. My mother and I were the only slaves there, and we were treated as lesser beings.
What had happened with Ronan felt like a funeral to me. The weight of it hung heavy in the air, yet no one bothered to ask how I felt.
I had lost my virginity and had no idea how it had happened. It was a traumatic experience, but no one cared about the feelings of a slave.
I was still preparing myself for Master Ronan's inevitable backlash. I knew it was only a matter of time before he confronted me about it.
The woman who entered was named Mirabel. She despised my mother.
Her husband had made advances toward my mother twice, and she blamed my mother for trying to seduce him. Ever since then, things have been tense between us. Being a pretty slave was no blessing; it only brought more suffering. My mother had endured this, and now it was my turn.
Mirabel's voice was dripping with malice as she sneered at us.
"Well, if it isn't the home-wrecking whores of Belvaria. Your people got what they deserved. Can't believe you would still wreak havoc even in slavery," She laughed a cruel sound that echoed in the grande kitchen.
Her words cut deep, but I forced myself to keep churning the butter, focusing on the task at hand. My mother and I exchanged a silent glance, a shared understanding of our pain and the endless struggle we faced.
Every day was a battle for survival, and this was just another moment in our harsh reality.
As I stood there, the churn moving mechanically in my hands, I felt a mix of anger and sadness. Anger at the injustice we faced and sadness for the loss of my innocence and the constant humiliation we endured.
I could only hope that one day, things would get better. Until then, I had to stay strong for my mother and myself despite the relentless cruelty we faced from people like Mirabel.
"Do not insult my daughter, Mrs Mirabel. We have done nothing to you," my mother said, her voice trembling with restrained anger. I gently touched her hand, trying to calm her, knowing that speaking out could get us into more trouble.
"Nothing? Ruining the Young Master's wedding is nothing? What was she thinking? That she would sleep with him and get him hooked? Probably climb up the social ladder?" Mirabel sneered, her words cutting deep.
My mother couldn't hold back any longer and yelled at her, the pain and anger clear in her voice.
I could see how much it hurt my mother. It hurt me, too. I had never looked at Ronan that way. I wouldn't dare. He was like the oil that settled at the top, and I was like the water that always sank to the bottom; we could never mix.
How could I even think of such a thing?
A slave has only one dream and aspiration, and that is freedom. We can only dare to dream and aspire for greater things when we are free. How could she accuse me of wanting to be with Master Ronan? It was an impossible dream for me.
CamilaThe words stung each one, reminding me of my place in this world. I felt a lump in my throat as I tried to hold back tears. The injustice of it all was suffocating. My mother and I were just trying to survive, doing our best in a world that saw us as nothing more than property. Mirabel's cruel words made it clear that no matter how hard we tried, we would always be judged and looked down upon.My mother squeezed my hand, a silent signal that she understood my pain. Her eyes, usually so strong, were filled with sadness. I knew she felt helpless, unable to protect me from the harshness of our reality.As I stood there, listening to Mirabel's hateful words, I felt a mix of emotions. Anger at the unfairness of our situation, sadness for the loss of my dignity, and a deep, aching longing for a better life. I wanted to scream, to tell Mirabel that she was wrong, that I had never aspired to be with Ronan. But I knew it wouldn't make a difference. In her eyes and the eyes of everyone
RonanTwo week passed, and Leah completely blocked me. I wondered how she could stay mad at me for so long, knowing what happened wasn't my fault and that I was a victim, too. I just didn't get it. Mira kept calling to check on me, and she even tried to convince her sister to speak to me, but Leah wouldn't. I began to suspect she didn't want the marriage after all. But why? I honestly thought she loved me.I sat in the bar of the house with a vodka in my hand. I knew I shouldn't touch this stuff again since it was what was used to ruin me, but I found myself drowning in it, trying to forget the problems I was facing.Suddenly, being on leave didn't seem nice, and I wished the Defense Department would send me to head a battalion anywhere. Anywhere but here.My mother walked in and sat directly opposite me. I could see concern and sorrow in her eyes."I told your father not to take that woman in. Look what her daughter did to you," she said. I shook my head, even though I was slightly
CamilaRonan wandered around the house for an entire week after the incident. I kept my distance from the main house, but I often saw him lost in thought while I worked diligently in the vegetable garden, my new station. He was just a shadow of his former self, a stark contrast to the confident man he once was. Two week passed, and the matter still troubled me. I had admitted to being responsible for the drink in the decanter, but the question of who drugged it and why still baffled me. Everything pointed to something sinister, and it gnawed at me.I decided to ask my mother questions about the drink. I needed the full picture of what had happened to see how I could protect her if the issue arose again. Ronan's question about the drink lingered in my mind, and I knew it was time to get to the bottom of it, even though I had already taken full responsibility.As I left the garden and walked to the cottage, the sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the garden. The beauty
CamilaWhile Master Ronan was away, Mira visited often to see if he had returned. No one knew where he had gone, so she had no choice but to keep checking. It was clear that Mira cared deeply for both her sister and Ronan. Seeing her concern made me feel even worse about the situation. I hated whoever was responsible for this mess, and knowing that I had been used to ruin something potentially beautiful was heart-wrenching.Days turned into weeks, and still, Ronan did not come back. The house felt empty without him. Every day, I would glance at the main house from the garden, hoping to catch a glimpse of him returning. But he never did. Instead, the silence around the estate grew heavier, and the guilt inside me weighed me down even more.Mira's visits became a routine. Each time she came, I would watch her from a distance, feeling a mix of envy and sorrow. She moved with a sense of purpose, determined to fix things, while I felt helpless and trapped in my guilt. The days were long
Camila Mirabel was the one who eventually told on me. She had seen me bringing in some farm tools during a heavy rainstorm. My clothes were soaked, and the small bump on my belly was visible through my shirt because it stuck to my body due to the wetness from the rain. It was exactly five months after the incident. That evening, a servant came to summon my mother and me. I had a sinking feeling that my time was up. I put on an oversized shirt and trousers, trying to hide my growing belly, and walked towards the main house with my mother. I hadn't been there since I was banned, and I never thought I would be allowed back in again. As we entered the house, I noticed the scornful looks from the other servants. Their eyes were filled with disdain and curiosity. What had happened to make them look at me like this? I remembered a time when my mother and I lived in peace before all this chaos. Now, I felt like a curse to her. My heart ached with guilt and shame. Maybe it was time for
CamilaMy heart pounded in my chest, and every word I spoke felt like a plea for my very existence. The weight of the situation pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe. I glanced at my mother, her face a mixture of fear and sorrow. She didn't deserve this. None of this was her fault. My eyes stung with unshed tears, but I held them back, knowing that crying wouldn't help now.General Sergey remained silent, his expression unreadable. The tension in the room was thick, and I could feel everyone's eyes on me, judging, accusing. The fear of what might come next was almost unbearable. I felt like I was on the edge of a cliff, about to be pushed off. My future was in their hands, and I could only hope for mercy.Madam Melania's harsh words echoed in my mind. I knew the stakes were high, but all I wanted was a chance to make things right, to protect my mother and to find some small shred of dignity for myself. My heart ached with the weight of what was happening to me, but I stood
CamilaOne year later, I had a daughter named Katya, a name given by Madam Melania. I was allowed into the house, and Melania wasn't as unkind to me as she had been when the matter was still fresh. She was happy when my baby came with dark hair and eyes like her father. Her first words when she held Katya in her arms were, "We can hide her Belvarian roots."There was no doubt my daughter would be loved, but it hurt me deeply that she wouldn't know me as her mother. It was bittersweet. Seeing the love and care the Morozovs showed for her made it a little easier. I told myself it was okay, that this was for the best. I nursed Katya as her nanny. Just as General Sergey had promised, when the time came, my daughter was carried away. It was supposed to be for a year, but Melania insisted it be only for eight months so she could return sooner. General Sergey explained that he hadn't been able to reach Ronan because he had been conscripted to head a battalion overseas. He assured me that R
CamilaMy heart continued to beat fast with anticipation and fear. I wondered if Ronan knew about Katya. Was that why he came? Had his father summoned him? What would he do? How would he react? The questions swirled through my mind, and I dared not approach him. I pretended to be calm while I waited.I soon learned he was only visiting. He had moved into the villa he had bought to share with Leah when he returned from overseas. It must have been lonely living there, but that was his way of moving on. I wondered if he was still mad about what happened.Seeing him brought back so many memories. I remembered the times of innocent moments with him when I served him. He was gentle and kind. I never saw his military side, and I was always relaxed around him. He was a good master. I remembered the morning that changed everything, and the weight of my secret felt heavier than ever. My heart ached with the longing to tell him about Katya, to explain everything, but I knew I couldn't. It w