Ronan"He doesn’t sugarcoat anything. In fact, you’ll probably hate him before you start to respect him," I said, watching Linus carefully. He sighed deeply, the weight of everything beginning to settle in."I know Fredrick," he muttered. "Even his own government didn’t like him much. He was seen as an activist within the system, always speaking up. He never supported Belvarian activities, not once." He paused, lost in thought for a moment, before adding, "But time… time can change people. It’s hard to know what drives someone after so many years."He wasn’t wrong. Time could do a lot to a person, change their motivations, twist their ideals. But Fredrick was different—or at least we needed Linus to believe he was.Erin started to speak, wanting to add more about Fredrick’s current situation, but I gave him a look, stopping him from going too far. I wasn’t ready to reveal everything yet, especially not the fact that Fredrick had a family of his own now—people he cared about, people wh
Ronan"Her mother alerted you about the coup?" Linus asked, his voice edged with suspicion.I shook my head."No, she alerted my father. She had gone to deliver pastries to the Semenovs’ house and was let inside. While she waited, she overheard a conversation in a nearby room—officers talking. One of them was Lucas Antonovich, and when she heard my father's name on a list, she knew something was wrong. She was terrified, but she kept her wits about her. Lucas tortured her, trying to figure out if she had overheard anything, but she managed to convince them otherwise. That’s why my mother filed the complaint against the Semenovs."Linus’s face shifted as realisation dawned. "So that’s what happened?" he muttered, piecing it together. "We all thought the complaint had to do with the feud between your families, that you refused to be his puppet by marrying his daughter."He began to chuckle, though there was admiration behind it. "That woman was brave. Your father must have treated them w
Ronan"I see you've met my nephew," Frederick said, his voice calm but weighted with meaning. I could only manage a nod in response, my mind still reeling from the day's events."He’s been helping us stay one step ahead of the Kavistani government’s plans. But don’t worry, we have others working there too. Still, I couldn’t trust just anyone with this mission. That’s why I had to bring him in,” Frederick continued.The way he spoke made me realise something important—it wasn't just about the mission. He needed people he could trust, and that hit me harder than I expected.For a while, I thought we were disposable, just cogs in the machine. The way Frederick had initially presented the mission to us made it seem like we were being used—like our lives didn't matter as much as the outcome. But now I understood. He had sent his nephew, someone who might as well have been his own son. If he was willing to risk that, it meant he trusted us more than I had imagined. This wasn't about throwin
RonanFrederick seemed genuinely pleased as I nodded in response to his question.“The doctor mentioned you’d probably sleep longer, given how much blood you lost,” he said with a chuckle, his tone light, trying to make me feel at ease. “Plus, with all the meds they pumped into you, it’s no surprise.” He gestured toward the table, loaded with food. “Come on, eat up.”I took that moment to greet everyone, relieved to see how relaxed they all seemed. The tension that had been hanging over us like a cloud had dissipated. Whatever had happened while I was out, it was clear that, for now, there was no immediate danger.As I started to eat, Frederick made an announcement that caught my attention. “Linus has decided to help us,” he said, and I immediately looked over at Linus.Linus sat there, his posture calm but serious, a steaming cup of coffee in hand. “The evidence was undeniable,” he began. “It answered a lot of the questions I’ve been wrestling with for a while now. I haven’t spoken t
Ronan“My wife is pregnant, and she’s Belvarian,” Erin said, his voice tinged with worry.“I can’t leave her behind, but I also can’t take her with me.” His anxiety was palpable, and I could see the conflict in his eyes. He was caught between protecting the woman he loved and the duty he had to the mission.Frederick’s expression softened as he responded. “Olivia will stay with Irene. I’m sure she would understand.” Erin gave a small nod, recognising that it was likely the safest option he could hope for. It wasn’t perfect, but it was something. At least she would be in capable hands.Linus then shifted his attention to the rest of us, his tone becoming more serious. “I need each of you to reach out to your fathers. Let them in on the plan. They’ll be the ones to handle the negotiations. It’s crucial. You all know my position—I’m retired.”We understood the subtext. His influence was still powerful, but he needed our families—those still in positions of power—to step in and take the re
CamilaI woke up before the sun had fully risen, a heaviness settling in my chest as I dragged myself out of bed. There was a lot to do, and I wanted to get ahead of the day, but it wasn’t just the chores weighing on my mind.My mother, Glenda, wasn’t feeling well. She’d been a little off lately, not just tired but something deeper. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach that it was more than just fatigue. She’d been through so much lately, too much, really—life had been overwhelming with all the commotion and stress we’d faced. I knew she needed rest, but still, it gnawed at me.I decided to take matters into my own hands. I needed to get the chores done before Madam Melania noticed anything was wrong. The last thing I wanted was for her to start complaining. She had been kind lately, and I didn't want her thinking we were taking her kindness for granted. I could already hear the biting edge of her voice if she suspected we weren’t pulling our weight, and I wasn’t about to let that ha
Camila"No need to be tense, Camila. I mean well," Madam Melania said softly, placing a hand on my shoulder. The touch was so gentle, so unlike the rigid woman I had known all my life, and it made me pause. She let out a long, tired sigh, and I could feel the weight behind it."Honestly, having to be harsh and indifferent all the time is exhausting," she admitted, her voice sounding heavier than usual. There was something vulnerable in her tone that caught me off guard. I had always seen her as this unshakable force—cold, unrelenting, always in control. Hearing her like this made her seem... human.She sighed again, staring at the bacon sizzling in the pan. "You need to understand, Camila, this situation we're in... it’s dangerous. Feelings like this, they could get us all in trouble." Her words hung in the air like a warning, and I felt my heart thudding in my chest. She wasn't wrong—our world was cruel, and stepping out of line could lead to consequences none of us could bear."I was
CamilaLater that afternoon, the phone rang, and it was Ronan. He wanted to speak with his father, and as soon as I answered, I hurried to take the phone to Master Sergey, who was sitting quietly, watching the news.I didn’t dare glance at the television screen. It had become too difficult, with Ronan’s face plastered everywhere, alongside Joseph’s. The images were a constant reminder of everything going on, a reminder of the danger and uncertainty.Madam Melania sat nearby, a sadness etched into her face that was hard to ignore. I could see the worry in her eyes, the unspoken fear that something could go wrong at any moment. As Master Sergey went off to talk to Ronan, I felt compelled to ease her mind, even if just a little."It sounded urgent," I said gently, hoping to reassure her that Ronan’s call wasn’t an intentional snub. Her shoulders relaxed a bit, and she gave me a small nod, though the worry in her eyes didn’t completely fade.When Master Sergey returned, the look on his fac
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