RonanThree days passed, and honestly, Arya's departure was much needed. With her gone, my house finally had peace. Camila took care of everything, ensuring that the household ran smoothly. However, I suspected that the other workers were bullying her, though she never mentioned it. Despite everything, she always had a smile for Katya and me. Camila was careful to avoid doing or saying anything that would put me in a difficult position or require my intervention so people wouldn't suspect anything. Yet, every time I had to pretend that our night together in Katya's room was a spur-of-the-moment thing, it hurt deeply.I longed to hold her, to make everything right between us. This desire burned within me, growing stronger each day. No matter how hard I tried to tame these feelings, they only grew more intense, like flames that couldn't be extinguished.Two weeks passed, and everything was at a standstill. I was waiting for a call I hoped would never come. Despite my efforts to dela
RonanMy temporary butler, Oliver, let my friends in. He was a permanent staff member, but I made him a contract worker because of Camila. I knew butlers tended to gossip, and I didn't want anyone talking about my situation with Camila. I needed to be careful to keep us safe. "Can't believe we finally visited your home," Joseph said, taking off his jacket and handing it to Oliver. Marc did the same, and Oliver walked away. Joseph's eyes went straight to Katya, who was playing with her toys on the carpet in the living room. The open space arrangement of the foyer and living room wasn't a good idea. It took away the privacy I needed. Joseph and Marc could see everything at once. Katya's presence was now obvious, and I felt a mix of pride and anxiety. I wanted to protect her from prying eyes and questions. "Is that the little angel?" Joseph said, walking toward her. He seemed to adore her completely. Reaching for Katya, he picked her up, and she instantly began to cry. I had to co
RonanThe memory of that night haunted me. Arya's jealousy and neglect were unforgivable. I couldn't believe she would leave Katya alone, crying and scared. It broke my heart to think of my little girl suffering like that. I had trusted Arya, and she betrayed that trust in the worst way. "She is wicked," Marc said, and that was the end of the conversation. "Did you say your drink was drugged?" Joseph said, getting us back to the conversation, which I had tried to skip. I wanted to avoid it, but a look on his face indicated he wouldn't let it be. "Yes," I said."Then Camila must have done it because we drank from the same decanters, and other than the tipsiness of alcohol, we were fine," Marc said, and I shook my head. "It wasn't Camila; I believe one of the decanters was drugged..." I said, remembering the Happy Married Life Decanter that was my doom. "No," Marc said adamantly. "You need to be careful with that girl. I know you are fond of her like a baby sister, but she drugged
Camila The evening was hectic, but once dinner ended, I went to attend to Katya. Serving Ronan's friends was awkward, bringing back memories of that night—a night that remained a blank slate, with the only evidence of its occurrence now peacefully sleeping in her bed. I stared at her gently, my heart filled with hopes and dreams. I tried to imagine a normal life: Ronan, her, and me as a real family. But who was I fooling? This was the best we would get, and I would always be a bystander, observing my daughter's life without having any say in it. The thought alone brought tears to my eyes, but I fought them away. I heard the door open and knew it was Ronan. I turned to look as Ronan stepped in, his shirt slightly unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up, looking a bit tired. "Is she asleep?" he asked softly, and I nodded. He wanted to say something, but I stopped him, knowing any sound could wake Katya. "We need to talk," he said, and a wave of worry washed over me. I composed myself and
CamilaRonan’s face drew closer, and suddenly, his lips crashed onto mine. I didn't know how to respond. Was this a demonstration of his question, a need, or just the moment?His lips were as soft as before, and though part of me wanted to fall into the kiss, I remained on guard, unsure of his true intentions. He broke the kiss, searching my eyes. "You will let him kiss you because he is Jorvikian?" he asked again, and I shook my head, my heart pounding. He held me tighter. "Love and desire sometimes come together. Do you dare to dream, Malish?" His voice was a whisper, full of intensity. He backed me against the wall, and I felt trapped, my emotions a whirlwind of fear, confusion, and something deeper that I couldn't yet name. "You should, Malish, because I dare to dream," he said, crashing his lips on mine. This time, it was deeper, and it tugged at my heartstrings. I had butterflies and felt all sorts of things. He broke the kiss and looked at me. "Show me what you want, Ma
CamilaRonan sucked my clit and licked my slit down to my entrance and then back. My moans were loud, and he approved. Soon, a wave I had never felt in my entire life washed over me.It felt like I was leaving my body in shock. It washed through me intensely. I could not describe it, but it made me stretch, and I grabbed onto the sheet with all my might. It was scary and felt too damn good at the same time. Ronan did not stop licking and sucking on my clit, making me extra sensitive. I wanted to pull away from him, but he didn't stop. He gradually slowed down and then pulled away. He knelt before me, and our eyes locked together. His lips were wet with my juices on them. "You taste delicious, Malishka, I didn't think I can't stop now," He said. I shook my head."Then don't," I managed with a whisper, still trying to catch my breath, following my instincts and desire for once. "I am yours," I said, and he leaned over me, positioning himself between my legs. "You can't take tho
CamilaThe morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. As I stirred awake and turned over, I was taken aback to find Ronan still lying beside me.He looked so peaceful in his sleep, his face serene and relaxed. A sudden, overwhelming urge to reach out and touch his face gripped me.Memories of our intimate moments from the previous night flooded my mind, and I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. It hadn't been a dream—it was all real.The weight of that realisation settled over me, and I wondered what it meant for us moving forward.I was torn between staying still to savour this rare moment and my duties. I needed to get up and tend to Katya.As I began to shift in bed, Ronan stirred. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close, his embrace firm yet tender."Don't you think it's too early?" he murmured, his lips brushing against my neck in a gentle kiss.Of course, he would think it was too early. Ronan wasn't accustomed to the early routines that had
CamilaI could tell Ronan was uplifted and light-hearted. He must have bottled so much in with that hard exterior he always kept."You seem uplifted," I managed, still catching my breath."You can imagine. Wanting someone so much yet you dare not touch. It's been hard," he said and looked at me with a sincerity that tugged at my heart.I could imagine. That has been my life, but I kept it to myself. I was just grateful for the moment."When we are together, you call me by my name, Malishka; we are equals in the comfort of our home," he said, and I searched his eyes, feeling the depth of his words. He touched my cheek gently, sending a shiver down my spine."I have thought about it, and I promise to find a way for us. You, me, and Katya. You just have to trust me," he said, his eyes pleading with a vulnerability that made my chest tighten.I gradually nodded, knowing I would not hold him to his promise. The world was already unfair, and my people were unfortunate; there was no point in