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RonanAs I opened the door, Joseph stood there looking like an undercover detective, complete with dark glasses and a long coat. He also had a bottle of wine in hand, which added a slightly comical touch to his serious appearance.“You look pretty obvious, you know,” I said, chuckling as I stepped aside to let him in. I took his coat and hung it up, then accepted the bottle of wine from him with a smile.“I should be in hiding, you know,” he replied with a grin, making himself comfortable as he glanced around the room.“Where are they?” he asked, his eyes searching for Katya’s playpen, which was usually in the living room.“Katya is sleeping, and Camila is in the kitchen,” I answered. His face immediately shifted into a frown.“Don’t tell me you’re going to leave her to do all the work tonight,” he chided, shaking his head at me. I laughed at his concern.“Actually, Oliver and Kenneth took care of most of it before they left,” I said, hoping to ease his worry. He nodded, but his expres
RonanCamila kept glancing toward the back door, her worry about Arya possibly barging in clear on her face. I could tell she was on edge.“Ronan, Kenneth thinks one of the cleaners let her in this morning,” she said quietly, still looking at the door. Joseph frowned, picking up on her concern.“I’ve dealt with it,” I reassured her. “Kenneth called me. Oliver has collected their keys, so there won’t be any more surprises.” At that, I saw her relax a little, the tension easing from her shoulders.“Arya was trying to recruit Camila this morning,” I mentioned to Joseph, watching his eyes widen in disbelief.“After everything she did to you? The woman is delusional,” Joseph scoffed, shaking his head in amazement. Camila chuckled softly, her nervousness starting to melt away.“She actually thought she had something to entice me with,” Camila added, her voice laced with irony. “Freedom, she called it.”I stood up to help her serve the appetizer, and Joseph, clearly entertained, asked, “And
Ronan"I'll be taking Camila and Katya to the house tomorrow evening," I said, glancing at Joseph. "I'll discuss everything with him in person while they settle in." Joseph paused, his eyes moving from Camila to me, concern evident on his face."Will she be safe there?" he asked, his voice serious. "Your mother is friends with the Semenovs." I could see he was genuinely worried for Camila's safety.Camila smiled, trying to reassure him. "I’ll be fine,” she said softly. “The place feels like home to me. I just have to keep my head down, that’s all. Besides, Master Morozov asked my mother to stay with Katya and me in the main house to help with Katya."I frowned, surprised by this new information."Your mother told me today when she came to get some of Katya’s things," Camila explained.I hadn’t expected my father to offer such an arrangement. It seemed uncharacteristically generous of him, but I suspected Uncle Dimitri might have influenced his decision. I knew he still had feelings for
RonanI had never seen Camila so free and happy as she was during dinner. The way she laughed, her eyes lighting up with joy, left an imprint on my heart.Knowing we’d soon be apart for a while made me cling to every moment, every second I could steal to just watch her, memorizing the curve of her smile and the way she leaned in, listening attentively to Joseph’s stories.I wanted to commit every detail to memory—her laugh, her warmth—so I could hold on to them when memories were all I’d have until I returned.We didn’t retire until three in the morning. The food had been amazing, and I had a suspicion Joseph may have gone a little overboard with the dessert. He’d always had a sweet tooth, and Camila, of course, didn’t let him decline any of it.We laughed about it all night. By the time we finally went to bed, I was so exhausted that having Camila nestled in my arms was all I needed to drift into a deep sleep.When I woke up late the next morning, the bed beside me was empty. I glanc
RonanI knew, no matter how much time we had, I would never get enough of Camila. As I lay there, holding her close, I tried to commit every detail to memory—her soft curves, her scent, the way her smile lit up a room, and the sound of her laughter that I cherished so deeply.I wanted to hold on to everything, enough to sustain me until I returned. As we lay spent in bed, I pulled her tighter into my arms. She was silent, but the steady beat of her heart and her slow breathing told me there was so much on her mind, so much she was holding back.“I’ll be back in no time, Malishka,” I whispered, kissing the top of her head, hoping my words would soothe her.She looked up at me then, her eyes glistening with unshed tears—the first time I’d seen her so emotional since she found out about this trip.“Promise me you won’t go missing like Erin,” she said, her voice trembling with fear. The mention of my brother, still missing, struck a chord deep within me. I shook my head, cupping her face g
RonanWe arrived at my parents' house around nine in the evening, greeted by the entire staff standing outside as they always did.It was a tradition my mother had started long ago, and it never changed, no matter the occasion.The air was formal, but there was something different tonight—an underlying tension, a mix of emotions just beneath the surface.Glenda was among the staff, and the moment she saw Camila, her eyes lit up with emotion. I could tell she was fighting back tears, but like the rest of us, she kept herself composed. It was a quiet exchange of understanding, one that didn’t need words.I walked into the house with Camila at my side, holding Katya in her arms. The warmth of the moment was overshadowed by the weight of what was to come. "Where's the room?" I asked Mirabel, one of the housemaids, as we reached the grand staircase.She led us to a guest room just after the staircase—a room we rarely used. It wasn’t one of the larger, more lavish rooms, and I knew instantl
RonanMy father’s face showed a mixture of shock and disappointment, clearly not expecting her to say that out loud. I stood there, my anger barely contained."This isn't about luck or short notice, Mother," I said, my voice tight. "Camila and Katya deserve to be treated with respect, not like they’re being given charity.""A bunk bed with thin, worn-out mattresses?" I said, my voice laced with disbelief and anger."You are a wicked woman, Mother. What did they ever do to you? Even if Katya weren't in the picture, I would never have gotten along with your friend's daughter. And by the way, did Father tell you what your associations with the Semenovs have cost us? It has created a powerful enemy for our family. When will you stop, Mom? Will it be when I decide that I don’t want to have anything to do with you and choose to stay away?" My voice cracked with frustration. "Why can’t you see that these things matter to me?"My mother stood there, shocked by my words, clearly not expecting s
CamilaWatching Ronan leave was like holding my breath, as if I was suspended in time.The reality that he might not return, the possibility that this could be the last time I saw him, was a thought I had been desperately pushing away. But now, as I stood there, the weight of it all came crashing down on me.The fear, the dread—it was overwhelming, and I had to fight back the tears, knowing that everyone was still watching. Why couldn’t they send someone else?The moment the Morozovs left the room, I handed Katya to my mother and rushed to the bathroom, the tears spilling over, uncontrollable now that I was alone.When Ronan told me he loved me, I had felt the dam break inside. I would have preferred he saved those words for his return, because hearing them now, just before he left, made everything feel so final, as if they were a goodbye.I knew it was my fear talking, but how could I not be afraid? Ronan had shown me a kindness that I never thought I deserved, especially in a world