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.
CamilaArya’s words cut deep, each one a dagger to my heart."Don't think Ronan would believe I said any of these things. It will be your word against mine," she added, a cruel smile spreading across her face. The weight of my powerlessness pressed down on me, suffocating me with the knowledge that I had no one to turn to for help.Holding my child close, I felt a surge of protectiveness and fear. My mind raced, desperate for a way out, for a way to shield my baby from Arya's hatred. "Now, put that thing to sleep and get to work. The house needs cleaning, and you're the only slave here. The workers are on break, and I doubt the house cleaners are coming today. Start with our room, then the other rooms," she ordered, turning sharply and heading towards the kitchen.I made sure Katya had everything she needed, but she refused to sleep. Her little eyes stayed wide open, full of energy. So, I placed her in her walker wheel, hoping she would stay occupied while I worked. My heart ache
Camila"Master Ronan hasn't been gone for long, and you've already been cruel to his child. What kind of wife will you be?" I asked, my voice trembling with anger and sadness. Arya walked up to me and slapped me hard across the face. The sting of her hand left my cheek burning."Slaves don't talk back to their masters," she hissed. I looked at her with defiance, my heart pounding."I am not your slave, and you are not my Master. So watch it, Arya. If you ever speak to that girl like that again, I will risk everything to make sure you are exposed," I said, my voice steady despite the fear bubbling inside me. She laughed, a cold, mocking sound that sent shivers down my spine."Who will you expose me to? Ronan? Do you think he will believe you? A lowly Belvarian slave? You're just a nanny and a servant, nothing more. You can't do what I can for him," She said and looked at me mockingly."You can't warm his bed, love him, have his children, or be with him. You can't be his company and co