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CamilaI felt so out of place sitting in the back with Master Ronan. I wished he had let me sit in the front seat, but now I was nervous about doing something that might upset him. Though I appreciated his offer, my interest had faded. Since he left, I lost my passion for books, and TV was no better. The channels were always filled with stories about how evil my people were, with movies highlighting the terrible crimes my government committed. A government I never knew. It felt like they wanted to make sure no one ever forgot. The only thing I looked forward to was holding Katya in my arms and caring for her, even if I would just be her nanny. It didn't really matter because I knew she would have a good life.We finally arrived at a small estate. It was grand, though not as grand as General Sergey's. I got out of the car and went to get my bag from the trunk, knowing the driver wouldn't help me. As I carried my bag, a young woman, slightly older than me rushed out of the house an
CamilaMy heart felt like it was in a storm, filled with so many emotions all at once. Relief, gratitude, and a bit of hope swirled inside me. The room seemed to shimmer with the weight of what he had just told me. For the first time in a long while, I felt a small glimmer of happiness."Thank you," I whispered, my voice barely audible. He gave me a small, reassuring smile, and I felt a sense of comfort.And soon, the sobs came. He moved close to me and held me in his arms. His embrace was warm and reassuring, something I hadn't felt in so long."I'm sorry, Camila. I should have been there," he apologized, and I wondered why he was sorry. He, too, was a victim in this. Whoever drugged our drinks had ruined both our lives, but despite everything, I was grateful for the blessing that came from it."I know how things are. But you will be free in my house," he promised me. His words filled me with a deep sense of gratitude and a glimmer of hope."Thank you, Sir. Thank you," I said and p
CamilaI wanted to speak up and thank Ronan for standing up for me, but I didn't dare. Instead, I focused on the joy of knowing that Katya would be close. The thought of being part of her life, even as her nanny, was a beacon of hope in the storm of uncertainty."I can take care of your daughter," Arya said, but Ronan shook his head firmly."No need. I'm sure Camila will do a good job," he replied, already turning to leave."You should have come home so we could discuss this first," she insisted."I can send you back to Kivastan if you don't like my arrangement. Katya and Camila aren't up for discussion, period," he said, walking out of the room with Arya following behind him. Seeing how he stood up for me and Katya, I felt a surge of relief. Maybe, just maybe, we would be safe here. I looked around the room, taking in its beauty. This wasn't a room for a worker; it was meant for a guest. Why had Ronan given me such a nice room? I prayed silently, hoping this wouldn't end badly.I
RonanArya's behaviour from the moment she first saw Camila deeply troubled me. I never expected her to be so cruel and filled with hatred. It frustrated me immensely. Despite the difficult circumstances, I was determined to protect what little innocence Camila had left. She carried such a heavy burden, unfairly inherited through life's harshness. When I brought her into my home, I hoped it would become a sanctuary where she could rediscover the happiness and hope she once knew. But Arya seemed intent on crushing any chance of that. I wondered if I had to endure Arya's hostility, even though I wasn't married to her.Though I hadn't yet met Katya, my daughter, I wanted her to grow up in a nurturing environment of balance and peace. I knew the prejudices against children born to Belvarian slaves in Jorvik, and I vowed never to subject Katya to such mistreatment. She deserved nothing less than respect, dignity, love, and a secure home — things my parents had begun to provide, but I
RonanWe arrived at the bar where my friends were gathered. Everyone was there except Lucas, who was getting married to Leah. He had always liked her, which explained why he didn't attend my bachelor party. I guess what Glenda did worked out for him. Every time Glenda crossed my mind, a surge of rage filled me, but I knew I had to let it go for the sake of Katya and Camila.My friends seemed to like Arya. They were happy that I had moved on, but I felt a deep emptiness when we talked and interacted. There was a hole in my heart that nothing seemed to fill. That void had been there since Leah called off the wedding, and even my time with Arya couldn't mend it.It was a sad reality. I didn't want to linger at the club, so I told Arya we should go home. She didn't argue, and for that, I was grateful. She had always been pleasant and understanding until today. Her meanness toward Camila was unexpected and hurtful.I wouldn't lie; any woman would be intimidated by Camila. Despite t
CamilaIt was finally the day of Katya's arrival, and I couldn't contain my excitement. Master Ronan had done a wonderful job preparing the nursery for her, and Arya wasn't involved. I could feel the tension between them, but I kept out of it.When the driver approached the gate, Master Ronan, Miss Arya, and I stood outside, eagerly awaiting Katya's arrival. My heart raced with anticipation. It had been so long since I last saw my girl, and I yearned to hold her in my arms again.As the car pulled up, I was surprised to see Madame Melania holding Katya. The resemblance was striking—Katya looked just like her grandmother, unmistakably a Morozov.The moment Katya was handed over, she smiled at me. "Camila, here," Madame Melania said, passing Katya to me, but Ronan gently took her from her grandmother's arms. His face softened with affection as he held his daughter for the first time. It was a beautiful moment, and although I knew there would be many more like it, I let the image lin
CamilaWhen Madam Melania settled in, I hurried to get everything ready for Katya—her room, baby food, and all her essentials.After that, I briefed Kenneth on how to prepare meals to Madam Melania's liking. When I finished, Ronan came looking for me. He cradled a sleeping Katya in his arms, looking like the father of the year in his messy shorts and stained white t-shirt from baby food and burping. I wanted to chuckle but held it in.I led him to Katya's room, opening the door for him to enter. Once inside, I let him take in how I had arranged everything. His eyes caught the air mattress I had set up next to Katya's crib."You're planning to sleep here?" he asked, curious.I hesitated, not wanting to admit my distrust of Arya, so I simply nodded. "In case she needs anything," I explained softly.He gently laid Katya down in her crib and closed the distance between us. Looking deeply into my eyes, he tried to gauge my feelings."I know you are hurting. I doubt I know how to fix thi
Camila"If you need anything, just call me," Ronan said, holding his ceremonial cap tightly in his hands. He had been summoned to the headquarters, and there was an emergency. He might even be sent to a different country. I could see the worry in his eyes. Arya had cried all night, and I had worried for him, too, but these weren't peaceful times. We knew there was a possibility he wouldn't be coming home, so we braced ourselves for it.Ronan held Katya in his arms and kissed her little hand. "Daddy will be back before you know it," he told her softly. She touched his cheek and giggled, her laughter a soothing balm to our worried hearts. Katya was always a joy, bringing light and laughter to us all."Take care of her," he said to me, his voice filled with trust and concern. Honestly, he didn't need to ask. She was mine, too, but I understood his reason for saying it."Don't worry. I will make sure of it," Arya chimed in, trying to sound reassuring. Ronan's smile dropped instantly.