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Camila Hearing 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 thei
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
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.
CamilaMorning arrived, and despite knowing Ronan would return, my heart felt heavy with an ache I couldn’t shake. My tears wouldn’t stop falling, and it seemed nothing could distract me from the emptiness his absence had left behind.I never imagined I could miss someone so deeply, but it was as if a piece of me had left with him. I went through the motions, taking care of Katya, but my mind was elsewhere, and I struggled to focus.As I was feeding Katya, Mrs. Mirabel entered the room, her presence stiff and cold. "Camila, General Sergey wants to see you in his study," she said, her voice formal, though the disdain in her eyes was unmistakable.I stood up, about to pick up Katya, but Mrs. Mirabel’s sharp words stopped me. "Without the little miss," she added, her tone barely concealing her dislike. She had never cared much for my mother or me, and I could feel the tension in the air.Still, there was something different about her today—her usual hostility was tempered by a hint of ca
CamilaGeneral Sergey studied me for what felt like an eternity before he sighed, seeming to relax a bit. "You can call your daughter by her name, Camila. It’s just us here," he said gently. I nodded, trying to ease some of the tension in my body."I see you and Ronan are quite close now," he continued, and I immediately felt a wave of discomfort wash over me."He is fond of you," he added, "and I can see that. I know Melania must have made you uncomfortable, but know that you are safe here."I nodded again, but his next words sent my heart racing."Camila," he said, and I looked up at him, trying to mask my fear."I want you to be honest with me," he began, his tone steady but serious. "What happened the night of the incident?"My breath caught in my throat. I wasn’t sure where to start. So many things had happened that night, and I had tried to push them far from my mind. Now, hearing him ask, it felt like the memories were clawing their way back to the surface."I’m not trying to ac
CamilaAs I made my way back to my room, I couldn't help but notice the way the workers looked at me. Some seemed genuinely frightened, while others eyed me with open disdain.What had I done to deserve such treatment? I hadn’t wronged any of them, but somehow, it felt as though my mere presence was enough to stir resentment.I realised then that my stay here would be far from easy. I would need to watch my back, or I could easily find myself in the middle of a setup. This was Ronan's family estate, and I had grown up knowing that survival often meant staying vigilant.When I entered the room, I found my mother already prepared for the day. She turned toward me, concern in her eyes."How did it go?" she asked."It was fine," I replied, trying to sound calm. "Master Ronan wanted to speak to me on the phone, and Master Morozov had some things to discuss. There's nothing to worry about, ma." My voice was steady, and she seemed reassured, nodding slightly.I then lifted Katya, ready to ta
CamilaGeneral Sergey’s voice grew even firmer as he laid down his expectations, making it clear to everyone in the room that things were about to change."Things are going to be different around here. I don’t want anyone disrespecting Camila. She is my granddaughter’s mother, and she deserves respect. That goes for you, too, Melania. Don’t try to humiliate her or cause her grief. You’ve done enough in the past, and I was too busy to pay attention, but this time, you had better not push it."His words hung heavy in the air, and I could feel the shift in the room, the weight of his authority pressing down."It took a lot to convince Ronan to let them stay here," he continued. "Our son doesn’t trust us with his daughter or with Camila. That says a lot about how we’ve conducted ourselves. From now on, I will personally handle everything that concerns Camila. Am I clear?"Madam Melania’s face was a mask of shock, her lips thin with tightly restrained anger, but she nodded reluctantly, know
RonanThe brief phone call with Camila brought a much-needed sense of peace to my mind. I hadn't realised just how much I needed to hear her voice until it came through the receiver.After a lonely long, sleepless night and a tedious morning dealing with Arya, who couldn't seem to keep her hands to herself, I was counting the hours until this mission was over so I could send her off to the Jorvikian army, where she belonged.Joseph handed me a coffee, and we sat in silence, waiting to board our flight. Before he could say anything, Arya took the opportunity to interject."Can I have a cup too?" she asked, her voice grating. Joseph's patience was wearing thin."Do I look like an errand boy?" he asked sternly, his tone leaving no room for misunderstanding. Arya's face paled, and she shook her head, clearly intimidated.She turned her gaze to me, attempting to smooth things over. "Ronan, you'll share, won't you? I'm famished," she said, trying to sound innocent, but her constant needines