CamilaOn the first day of the following month, Ronan was called to the headquarters abruptly, leaving me in the house with Katya and Kenneth. He wasn't going to travel; it was just a quick meeting, and he would be back soon. I was going to miss him, but I held it in because Kenneth was in the house with us.As soon as Ronan left, I buried myself in work, trying to pass the time and avoid Kenneth.While I read a storybook to Katya in her room, Kenneth brought me food."You didn't have to, Kenneth," I said, looking up at him. He shook his head."You work too much these days. You should take a break; besides, I feel you are mad at me about something," he said, handing me the plate of food. I stared at him, wondering what he was talking about."Why do you say that?" I asked while taking a bite of the food. I didn't realize how hungry I was until I swallowed a spoonful of the rice."You don't talk to me; we don't cook together. It's like you are avoiding me. Did I do anything wrong?" he as
RonanI came home late that night, the darkness outside mirroring the heaviness in my heart.As I stepped quietly into the house, I headed to Katya’s room and noticed Camila sleeping on the air mattress.The sight tugged at my heartstrings. Kenneth had closed for the day, leaving Camila home alone. She looked so peaceful and vulnerable, and I couldn't bear to disturb her rest.Gently, I scooped Camila up from the mattress, careful not to wake her and Katya. She stirred in my arms, and my heart ached with love and worry. I softly kissed her forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin against my lips."Sleep, it's okay," I whispered, my voice barely audible.She nestled closer and drifted back into her dreams. I carried her to her room, laying her gently on the bed, and watched her for a moment. She looked so angelic, so innocent, and it made my chest tighten with a mixture of love and fear.I returned to my room, slipped into something more comfortable and poured myself a drink, the liquid
Ronan"Mom," I called out as I walked downstairs. Camila glanced at me briefly before quickly looking away."Good morning, Master," she said, addressing me in the formal way my mother insisted on, which grated on me. I didn't want to accept the greeting, but I had no choice."Ronan, you're up! You must have slept like a log," my mother said with a bright smile."How can you live like this? No butler, no workers, nothing. Just you, Camila, and Katya. Why are you isolating yourself? Is it because of Arya? Are you still heartbroken?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.I shook my head, trying to dispel her worries."Far from it. I was over her before she left," I said, feeling the urge to leave the conversation. But my mother reached out and held me."At least have a cup of tea with me," she insisted, motioning for Camila to serve me."I'll serve myself. Go and eat your breakfast, Camila. Kenneth will clean up," I told Camila, trying to give her a break."Yes, Master," she replied, a
RonanMy mother raised her hands in surrender. "Very well, have it your way, but I can't give her a room in the house," she said, and I nodded."Then Katya will stay at the cottage with her mother until I return," I declared firmly.My mother's expression turned angry."Why do you have to be like Sergey, Ronan? What do you think people will say? People already know what happened with Leah, and we are just fixing things with the Semenov family. Then this..." she trailed off, and I cut her off."What thing are you fixing?" I asked, suspicion creeping into my voice. She paused, realising she had said too much."Martha told me that Leah plans to call off the wedding. She never got over you, and they are willing to reconcile and proceed..." she said, but I stood up, anger flaring."That ship sailed two years ago, Mother. Whatever Leah and I had is in the past now; she shouldn't bother calling off her upcoming wedding because I do not want her back," I said, a bitter chuckle escaping my lips
CamilaI would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous about Madam being in the house. The mere thought of her presence filled me with dread.I kept wondering how long she would stay and what might happen during that time. Had I not woken up early and gone downstairs to check on Katya, I wouldn't have known she was at the door.Relief washed over me because if she had called one of the workers from the servant quarters to let her in, she might have found me in her son's bed. The mere thought of her reaction sent chills down my spine. I wasn't fooled by her kindness; I knew it was all for Katya. To her, I was still just a Belvarian slave.Interacting with Ronan around his mother was incredibly difficult. I was grateful when he allowed me to leave.As soon as I entered my room, I exhaled deeply, my heart pounding in my chest. The realization that she was here made everything feel more intense and frightening.I tried to gather enough courage before heading to the kitchen, determined to help
CamilaI remained in the living room, watching Madam Melania play with Katya. I silently prayed she wouldn't ask me any more questions. My duty was to care for Katya, not to spy on her son. I wish I could tell her that, but it would be a risk I couldn't afford to take. These chains that bound me were tighter and stronger than they ever felt. Though invisible, they held me completely, with no chance of ease or release."She is pretty, but I noticed her eyes are getting lighter. It doesn't seem like a cause for alarm. I'm sure it is nothing," Madame Melania said, her attention fully on Katya. Who wouldn't be captivated by my little girl? My little angel was a bundle of joy, spreading smiles to everyone she met.As Madam Melania spoke, I wanted to excuse myself to call the cleaners. "Where are you going?" she asked, her tone sharp."To call the cleaners and find out why they haven't arrived, madam," I replied as respectfully as possible."Why did Ronan lay off all his workers? He has a co
CamilaIt seemed Ronan called the cleaners regardless because they arrived an hour after he left. I found myself oscillating between supervising them and caring for Katya.Fortunately, I didn't have to do much for Katya because Madam Melania was completely hands-on, making my work a bit easier.Kenneth also helped, and he rolled his eyes every time Madam called me, which made us laugh in the kitchen before I answered.He didn't take the letdown to heart. In fact, he took it well, keeping his word and not making things awkward between us. However, I remained cautious around him. He was Jorvikian, after all, and I needed to protect Ronan and Katya from everyone.Sometime after noon, we received guests. I was surprised to see Mira and Leah Semenov. The moment they saw me, their faces contorted with anger.Leah had swollen eyes and was wiping away tears with a tissue while Mira consoled her. Katya was playing on the floor, and Madam Melania sat, listening intently to whatever Leah was sayi
CamilaMadam Melania eventually turned her attention back to Leah."Ronan will be head of state one day. As his wife, you must put aside your pettiness and whatnot. If Camila and Katya are an issue, Sergey and I will take them back once he agrees to the union. But I will tell you this: you must learn to see things clearly and stop listening to bad advice. If not, you will lose out completely. He is already on his way up without this union. It will just take longer, and we want to maintain our friendship with your family. Otherwise, what you did is unforgivable," Madam Melania said, her words sharp and to the point.I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Leah was planning to return to Ronan's life? Wasn't she getting married? My heart began to pound in my chest, the fear of her returning filling me with dread. I knew he cared about her, and the thought of her coming back into his life made my heart ache."So, are you still warming the Colonel's bed here?" Mira asked me suddenly, her voi