RonanWe exited the building and climbed into a modest transport vehicle, setting off towards town. We were in a small city nestled within a different part of Nerania—a country that shared its border with war-torn Kavistan. This region had borne the scars of the Kavistani war, but now, against all odds, people were starting to rebuild their lives. It was a quiet place, almost forgotten by the rest of the world. A place where eyes no longer lingered. Perfect for the resistance to go unnoticed.As we drove, I realized just how untouched this place was by the chaos outside. There were no checkpoints, no military presence—just ordinary people trying to live ordinary lives among the ruins of what once was. The buildings were crumbling in some places, the streets cracked and uneven. Yet, despite the devastation, I could see glimpses of resilience. People were walking, chatting, tending to small shops that had somehow survived, or carrying supplies back to what remained of their homes. It was
RonanJoseph’s gaze swept over the room, lingering on the little details that made it feel so lived-in and loved. He let out a soft sigh, shaking his head.“Erin won’t be returning to Jorvik,” he said quietly, more to himself than to me. “He’s happy here.”I nodded, feeling the same pang of realisation I’d had earlier. “I thought as much, too,” I murmured.He turned to look at me, his brow furrowed. “Do you think we can trust these people?” he asked, his voice low and cautious.I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I took a deep breath and met his gaze. “I trust Erin,” I said simply.Joseph shook his head, a look of concern clouding his features. “He isn’t the same Erin, Ronan. Be careful,” he warned softly.I nodded, acknowledging the truth of his words. “Neither am I, Joseph. None of us are the same people we used to be. People change. It’s part of who we are,” I said, glancing around the room again. Every corner, every detail seemed to whisper of Erin’s new life here—a life he’d bui
RonanThe picture Erin had shown me of Olivia hadn’t come close to capturing her true beauty or presence. Standing here now, I could see that she was more than just a pretty face—there was a calm grace about her, a gentleness that reminded me a little of Camila.Her eyes were warm and kind, and when she smiled, it felt like the entire room lit up. But what really surprised me was the soft curve of her belly. Olivia was pregnant. I glanced at Erin, wondering why he hadn’t mentioned it earlier.“Congratulations,” I said, the words coming out softly as I tried to process this new piece of information.Erin’s face lit up with a joy I hadn’t seen in him for years. “I never thought I’d be a father before you, Ronan,” he said with a chuckle, his eyes sparkling with pride.I bit back a response, my chest tightening. He didn’t know. How could he? I already had a daughter, a beautiful little girl who would be celebrating her birthday next week—a day I’d be missing because of all of this. Becaus
RonanJoseph and I exchanged a look, the gravity of the situation sinking in. There were no more doubts now. Erin wasn’t lying—he was telling the truth. He wasn’t just my brother here; he was our only ally in a place where trust was a rare commodity.“See?” Joseph said, holding the chip between his fingers. “This is what a normal radio chip looks like,” he continued, showing me the piece that Erin had given us. “I thought the ones we had were an upgraded model. Guess I was wrong.”Erin let out a dry laugh. “It was an upgrade, alright—just not the kind you were expecting. It recorded everything and transmitted it straight back to the base.” He shook his head, a hint of amusement in his voice, like it was all one big cosmic joke. “Who knows how much they already know?”I clenched my jaw, feeling a mix of anger and frustration. How could we have been so naïve? Everything we’d said, every strategy we’d discussed, every personal moment—it had all been laid bare for them.“Well,” Joseph said
Ronan“So, you’re seeing someone?” Erin asked, his gaze fixed on me. I felt the urge to change the topic, my words almost forming on my lips. But before I could say anything, his phone buzzed sharply. He glanced at it and answered immediately, his voice steady and low. He didn’t leave or excuse himself, though; he stayed right there, barely a foot away, as if he didn’t want me to feel shut out.That was Erin. He was never secretive around me, not since we were kids. I could still see the shadow of that little boy I’d grown up with, always looking up to me for answers and direction, always leaning on me. Time had passed, and life had changed us both, but one thing was still the same—he trusted me completely. And in that moment, as I watched him take that call, his face shifting through a mix of emotions, I realised I trusted him too.But could I be sure he was trusting the right people?“Are you sure?” he asked the person on the other end of the line, his tone suddenly grave. His expres
RonanErin’s words hit me like a hammer, and I watched the pain flicker across his face, the shadows of his past clawing at him again.“The Kavistani are in on this,” he continued, his voice strained. “Which means… our head of state isn’t safe, Row.” He looked at me, eyes searching, but I couldn’t focus. His words floated in the air, distant and muffled, as a single thought consumed me: My parents. My daughter. Camila and Glenda.What if they didn’t leave of their own free will? What if they were taken?“What if they took them?” I asked aloud, my voice raw. Panic tightened its grip on me, and my mind spun in chaotic circles. What if everything was staged to look like a disappearance, a strategic move to sever any connections I had?“Frederick is already on it,” Erin replied softly, placing a steadying hand on my shoulder. “We’ll know more once we get back to the base.”I nodded, but the anxiety gnawing at me wouldn’t let go. ‘Missing. All of them’. My family, my friends—just gone.“Be
RonanI watched Erin’s expression shift as he listened, his eyes narrowing, his jaw tightening. He didn’t interrupt, just sat there, driving, taking it all in.Then I told him about what happened when I returned home that fateful evening. The lies I had to tell, the truths I had to bury, and the ever-looming fear that nothing would ever be the same again.When I finally finished, the silence that followed was thick and heavy. Erin’s gaze bore into mine, searching for any sign of deceit, any reason not to believe me. But there was nothing left to hide.“Poor Camila…” Erin murmured, his voice cracking under the weight of emotions. He looked down, rubbing his hands together as if trying to rid himself of an invisible burden. “It must be so hard… pretending to be a nanny to her own child. How could you subject her to that?” he whispered, pain lacing every word. “You could have left the country.”I nodded slowly, feeling the familiar ache in my chest every time I thought of Camila and t
RonanThe idea twisted in my mind, plausible and disturbing all at once. “You might be onto something,” I conceded, rubbing my temple as if it could ward off the headache forming there.“Since he was Arya’s contact and handler in Jorvik, it’s not that far-fetched to suspect he was involved in some scheme to get me disqualified and dismissed.”“I’m just guessing,” Erin said, a slight frown on his face. “But there’s enough history there for us to be suspicious. He knows you. Knows how to hurt you.”Before I could reply, Joseph chimed in, his expression grim. “You know what? I think Erin’s right. Marc never trusted that guy, not for a second, but we kept him around for some reason. I guess we just didn’t want to believe he could really do us harm. But with everything we know now… after finding out he was working with Arya? I’d believe anything. The guy’s had it in for you for a long time.”He let out a dry chuckle, but I could hear the anger simmering beneath his casual tone. “It’s easy f
RonanThe rest of the day unfolded like a dream. The blending of cultures at the reception created an electric atmosphere, with traditional music, dancing, and customs from both Jorvik and Belvaria.People laughed, cheered, and toasted together, the joy in the air bringing everyone closer in a way I hadn’t seen before.The food was exquisite—lavish dishes from both sides, served alongside sweets that melted in your mouth. I glanced around, noticing a few of the usual snobbish Jorvikians clinging to old prejudices, but their aloofness felt like a remnant of a fading past. The world was changing, and today was proof that we were moving forward.As the day finally wound down, my heart quickened, knowing I’d soon take Camila home with me for the first time as my wife.My mother’s eyes were misty with tears as we prepared to leave. I knew the real reason she was so sentimental had little to do with the wedding itself.She’d gotten used to Camila and Glenda living at home, filling her table
RonanThese words were my truth, my heart’s deepest promises, and I meant to honour them, no matter what life might bring our way.The hall was filled with the soft sounds of sniffles and quiet sighs; I could feel the weight of emotion in the air. But in that moment, I was aware only of Camila. My vow, my promises, were for her and her alone.Camila took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts, and I could see the shy nerves flickering in her expression. She hesitated just a moment, and then began, her voice steady but filled with emotion.“Ronan,” she said softly, her voice warming as she spoke, “words can’t fully capture what I feel, but I’ll do my best.” A gentle chuckle rippled through the crowd, lightening the moment, and she smiled at me with a look that made my heart race.“You made me feel at home when I didn’t have a home,” she continued, her voice thick with sincerity. “Because of you, I’ve known joy, dignity, and freedom—even though society didn’t think I was worthy of those
RonanThe music began softly, and I stood at full attention, my heart pounding as I focused on the door where Camila would soon appear.I felt a mix of nerves and anticipation I hadn’t expected, my eyes lingering on that entrance, hoping each passing second would bring her closer. But first came the bridesmaids, one by one, entering gracefully.Olivia led the way, her figure heavily pregnant but glowing, followed by Stephanie, Ashley, and two Belvarian women who looked like relatives of Camila. Though I hadn’t met them before, their familial resemblance to Camila was subtle—a trace here, a gesture there.Then, my little Katya appeared, a tiny vision holding a small basket of flowers. My heart melted as she toddled down the aisle, her big eyes wide with wonder. For a one-year-old, she was doing exceptionally well, capturing the hearts of everyone as she made her way forward.But then, as her gaze found mine, she lit up and shouted, “Dada!” I couldn’t help but laugh, joy filling me as s
RonanThe day I had dreamed of for so long had finally arrived—my wedding day. As tradition demanded, I couldn’t spend the night with my bride, so I stayed at my house with Marc, Joseph, Erin and Ashton. Lying awake that morning, memories flooded my mind, filling me with emotions I hadn’t felt in a long time. I remembered a different night, a night that haunted me and almost changed everything.That time, I’d been betrayed, drugged, and left in a haze by people I’d thought I could trust—people like Abel and Mira, whose influence had threatened to destroy my happiness. But not this time. This time, it was just my brother my soon-to-be-in-law and my true friends and me, laughing and drinking, reliving those simpler days with nothing sinister lurking around the corner.For the first time, I felt completely in control, safe. I was grateful for that disastrous night from the past, because without it, I would never have crossed paths with Camila. Everything I’d been through, all the pain an
CamilaTwo days before the wedding, Erin arrived with a heavily pregnant Olivia. I couldn't help but wonder how she managed to fly so far along in her pregnancy.Apparently, they had used a private jet, which explained the quick journey. My father had flown them all into Jorvik, bringing along his family, two lively ladies named Trisha and Lily, whom he said were our distant relatives. Along with them were Olivia’s friends, Stephanie and Ashely, who couldn't stop gushing about their excitement to see Marc and Joseph again. Clearly, those two men had left quite the impression on them.Olivia was radiant, her happiness infectious. It was clear she was free-spirited, a stark contrast to the life of servitude I had known.I was grateful she had never had to experience that harsh existence. Madam Melania was particularly taken with Olivia, unable to stop admiring her striking red hair and vibrant green eyes.I could see the wheels turning in Madam Melania’s mind as she tried to charm Olivi
CamilaMy father returned to the villa that the head of state had prepared for him and his entourage. The wedding was just two weeks away, and he planned to leave briefly, returning with my family to attend the ceremony. I was excited at the thought of meeting them, especially with how well my mother’s relationship with Dimitri was progressing. Their bond seemed solid, unhindered by the past, and I was genuinely happy for them both.Ronan suggested we return to his house after the celebration, but Madam Melania was determined to keep us there. She pulled out all kinds of tricks to persuade us to stay, even pleading with my mother not to leave.However, Dimitri was firm in his decision to take her to Nerania, where he also planned to buy a house in Jorvik for them to stay. I understood his reasoning; Madam Melania often seemed to forget that we were no longer slaves, and a little distance might help her realise the changes in our lives.She wasn’t malicious, but her subtle reminders—li
CamilaAs Erin and Ashton walked in alongside my father, I found myself standing up almost absently, my heart racing. Seeing him in person was a revelation; he looked so much better than he did on the screen.His eyes were soft and warm when they fell on me, as if he had just encountered an angel, and in that moment, I couldn’t believe he was my father. The weight of the moment pressed down on me, filling me with a mix of joy and disbelief.I didn’t want to waste any time; I was determined to avoid any awkwardness between us. With a surge of emotion, I rushed toward him and wrapped my arms around his waist, letting him know that there was no need for words. I felt him pause for just a heartbeat before he slowly wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug, holding on tightly as if he were afraid I might slip away.“My daughter, my daughter,” he said, his voice cracking with emotion. I could feel his pain radiating through his words, hear it tremble in the air between us. This moment was a
CamilaI was a bundle of nerves after the signing ceremony. My heart raced, each thump echoing in my ears like a drum. I knew Fredrick wouldn't waste any time seeking me out. Erin had mentioned how impatient he had been throughout the event, his excitement barely contained.As I thought about the man I was about to meet, I felt my stomach twist into knots. My mother appeared calm and composed, but I was anything but. Fredrick was my father, a man I had never seen before, someone I hadn’t even known existed until now. The realisation weighed heavily on me. This was all so overwhelming, yet I understood it was something I had to confront.Once the signing ceremony ended, I slipped out of the living room and headed up to Ronan's room. I needed a moment to gather my thoughts and calm my racing heart. I wasn't sure how I would react when I finally met Fredrick face-to-face or what I might say to him. I had only spoken to him once over the phone, which felt like a distant memory now. That w
RonanAs we celebrated, Ashton turned to Erin with a look of quiet amazement. “When my uncle told me the only way to achieve this was by working honestly with the Jorvikians, I didn’t believe him,” he admitted. “But I guess he was right all along.” Erin nodded, sharing the same sense of disbelief mixed with newfound hope. It truly felt like the dawn of a new era, and I was grateful beyond words to witness it, let alone be part of it.Just as we were toasting to freedom and the future, my father’s phone rang. He listened quietly, then looked over at me, his expression softening. “Gregory has agreed to waive the death penalty in exchange for Lucas’s cooperation. He’ll be dismissed from the military and serve three years in prison. After that, he’ll be a free man. This is the best deal we could secure for him.”I nodded, a feeling of respect and relief swelling up as I met my father’s gaze. “Thank you, Father,” I said, my voice low but sincere. He returned a small smile, nodding back. Al