Camila
The 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, I was just a slave, unworthy of respect or understanding.
The kitchen seemed to close in around me, the air heavy with tension. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I couldn't let Mirabel see how much her words affected me. I had to be strong for my mother and for myself.
"We can only hope for freedom," I whispered to myself, a quiet vow to keep fighting, to keep dreaming, even in the face of such cruelty. One day, I promised myself, things would be different. One day, we would be free.
Mirabel laughed, her voice dripping with mockery.
"You overrate yourselves," she said, her laughter echoing in the kitchen. "We will wait to see how all this turns out," she added before leaving.
I knew deep down she was right.
The rest of the day was filled with fear and uncertainty. I had never felt so anxious, always looking over my shoulder, dreading what might come next.
When it was time to serve dinner, Madam Melania specifically asked that my mother and I serve the food. This was unusual because I worked for Young Master Ronan, and my mother and I were never allowed near the Master and his Madam. I knew something was wrong.
My mother's eyes were filled with worry. The dark bags under her eyes showed how troubled she was. I knew she cried when she thought I wasn't looking. I wished I could take it all back. If only what happened had been within my control.
We served the meal with trembling hands. Master Ronan wasn't at the table, which didn't surprise me after everything that had happened. It took a lot for me to serve him and look at him. Pretending nothing happened. It took a lot. I was grateful he wasn’t at the table.
As we stood by the wall on standby ready to serve should they need anything, Madam Melania decided to speak.
"Glenda," she said, and my mother answered as respectfully as possible.
"I do not want your daughter in my house anymore," Madam Melania declared.
My mother immediately fell to her knees, begging for mercy.
I knelt by the wall where I was standing, trying not to seem defiant, but my heart was breaking. How long were we going to live like this? Always on our knees, head bowed with no voice of our own?
Madam Melania's words felt like a death sentence. I wanted to scream, to tell her how unfair this was, but I knew it wouldn't help. The humiliation was unbearable, and the fear of what would happen next was overwhelming.
As my mother pleaded, tears streaming down her face, I felt a deep sorrow. This wasn't just about me; it was about our survival.
Being thrown out of the house meant losing everything we had, our only source of shelter and food. The desperation in my mother's voice mirrored my own internal despair.
The silence in the room was deafening as we knelt there, waiting for Madam Melania's verdict. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a painful reminder of our dire situation. I could only hope for a miracle, some small act of kindness that would save us from this fate.
I whispered a silent prayer, begging for mercy, for a chance to make things right.
"Camila has cost us a lot. I do not want to see her face in my house," Madam Melania said, her voice filled with bitterness.
Tears streamed down my face. I couldn't imagine being separated from my mother, but it seemed that was to be my reality.
"Do not separate mother from child, Melania," General Sergey interjected. "What she did isn't grave, and they both have no recollection of the event.
Since Ronan isn't sure what happened and no one can prove it was premeditated by Camila, she will serve outside the building to prevent anything from happening again and to keep you from seeing her so you can be happy.
But I won't send a young, innocent woman to the streets because you are hurt, Melania. And that is final."
A wave of relief washed over me. I would still be allowed to stay on the property, even if I couldn't enter the main building. It was a better deal than ending up on the streets, where I would be at risk of being captured and sold.
My blond hair and blue eyes always gave away my roots, making me an easy target. I was grateful for the kindness shown to me.
"Thank you, master," I said, my voice shaking with relief.
"I promise to stay out of sight. I promise," I added through my tears, feeling a mix of gratitude and sorrow.
General Sergey remained silent, but his decision had spared me from a worse fate. I didn't stay to complete the dinner. Instead, I left the main house and walked back to the cottage allocated to my mother and me on the property.
Each step felt heavy, knowing this would be the last day I would set foot in the main house.
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
RonanReturning to my father's house after nearly two years filled me with a deep sense of nostalgia and a mix of other emotions I couldn't quite name. The memories came rushing back, each corner of the house whispering tales of my past. I had left the country two months after that terrible incident, never intending to look back. But my father, ever the determined figure, found a way to bring me back to Jorvik headquarters. I knew my mother had a hand in this, too; it was just like her to meddle when I refused to speak to them. My father's attempts to reach out to me over the past year had been relentless. Each call and message went unanswered. I couldn't bear to talk about Leah or the Semenovs. I had tried so hard to bury the past and move on, leaving it all behind me.During my time in Kivastan, I met a young woman in the medical department. She was kind and attentive, tending to my gunshot wound with such care that I couldn't help but be drawn to her. The war raged on around us,