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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
CamilaAs they dragged me further, I began to pray fervently. I prayed for Ronan or Madam Melania to come home, to see what was happening, to stop it.Each step felt like a lifetime, filled with fear and helplessness. I could feel the weight of my situation pressing down on me, and my heart pounded with dread. "She is lying, please. She is lying," I wailed, my voice breaking with desperation, but the two soldiers ignored my pleas. The sinister look in their eyes filled me with a new kind of fear. Beating seemed to be the least of my worries now, and I shuddered to think of what else they might do.As they dragged me outside, the sudden glare of approaching headlights caught my eye. It was nighttime, and I couldn't see whose car it was, but the soldiers stopped, seeming to recognise the vehicle. When the car finally came to a halt, relief washed over me as I recognised it as Ronan's car. The rain had just stopped pouring, leaving the air heavy and wet. Ronan stepped out of the car
Camila"Clive, I want those two knuckleheads dismissed," Ronan told his driver calmly."Yes, sir," Clive replied. I was still shaken, but relief washed over me. I was grateful.When we arrived at the house, Ronan and I rushed inside. We could hear Katya crying from her room. We both hurried to her crib, finding her alone and distressed. I was soaked and couldn't pick her up, so Ronan gently lifted her in his arms, trying to soothe her."Go and shower and change your clothes. I will stay with her tonight," he said softly. I realised he wasn't going upstairs, which meant Arya wouldn't know he was home. I had a feeling that tomorrow wouldn't be pleasant for Arya. At that moment, all I felt was immense gratitude. "Once you are done, you can come," Ronan added. I nodded, still processing everything that had happened.I didn't spend too long in the bathroom. I slipped into a simple pair of pyjamas and returned to the room. By then, Ronan was dressed only in his vest and trousers. Katya
CamilaTears welled up in my eyes as I listened to his words. I had always felt like an outsider, unworthy of his kindness and care. The weight of my mistakes and the pain of my past bore down on me."I wish I could have made things right," I whispered, my voice trembling. "But now, all I can do is be here for Katya and you. I don't want to cause you any more trouble."Ronan squeezed my hand gently, his touch warm and reassuring. "I do not know what to make of what we have, Camila, but I will do my best for you and Katya. I promise," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. I reached out and touched his hand, feeling a mix of hope and fear."Do what you can for Katya. I might not always be with her, and a law concerning my people might arise. Anything can happen to a slave in the land of their captors, but Katya will always need stability. When those soldiers dragged me out, and I couldn't help her, I knew my limitations. Promise you will care for her even when I am no more," I sai
Camila.I left Ronan in the room and got up to prepare breakfast and take care of Katya. As I worked, a mix of fear, excitement, and confusion swirled inside me. I couldn't stop thinking about how Ronan kissed me and how I had slept in his arms. What did it all mean? I felt butterflies in my stomach and kept sorting through my thoughts, knowing it might be wrong to get my hopes up, but I couldn't help it.I knew it might be a one-time thing, but I cherished the calm and peace it brought me. For that night, I wasn't a slave, and he wasn't my Master. It was a moment of freedom, a chance to dream, and it had lasted through the night with me in his arms and my sweet Katya not making a sound. I felt blissful, even if just for a little while.While I was setting the table for breakfast, Arya confronted me in the dining room. The sight of her brought back all the fear and anxiety I had been trying to push away. My heart raced as I braced myself for whatever harsh words or actions she had
RonanSeeing the guards dragging Camila made my blood boil. I hadn't been this happy about rejecting a transfer in a long time. I was supposed to be sent back to Kavistan that day to sort something out, but my desire to spend more time with Katya had brought me home instead. They had torn Camila's blouse, and I could see the disgusting looks on the men's faces. Had I caused this? Guilt washed over me. So much heartache had come to Camila because of me, and it seemed like it wouldn't stop.Seeing how shaken she was was alarming. She even admitted to doing wrong, and I berated myself for allowing this to happen.I wanted to raise hell that night, but I needed some sanity, even if just for a moment. Something drew me to Camila, and as I held her hand while we watched Katya, I realised what the great divide had deprived us of. In another life, this would have been okay. Holding her would have been okay, but it was forbidden in this life. When I kissed her, it wasn't impulsive; it wa
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