All Chapters of Trained Not To Love You: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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 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

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

Camila Telling my mother that Ronan had moved on might have been more than I should have shared, but I needed her to feel at ease. I could see the weight of worry she’d been carrying for so long, and I wanted to ease that burden. “He has moved on, really,” I reassured her again, and she nodded slowly, as if she needed to hear it twice to fully believe it. “That’s clear,” she said, “but Madame Melania is still stuck in the past.” She led me to the couch, where we sat down together. The room was nice—not as comfortable as my space at Ronan’s, but I knew Madam Melania wouldn’t have been pleased with even this level of hospitality. "You know, three weeks ago, she had me deliver Kremowki to the Semenovs," my mother began, her voice lowering as she shared her worries. "I overheard them talking about exposing what they believe you did. They were planning to tell Master Ronan that you drugged him, and they claimed they had proof. Camila, I was scared for you. I know what the Semenovs are

CamilaMy mother’s voice took on a darker tone as she continued, her words flowing like a dam that had finally burst. I sat quietly, absorbing everything she said, knowing this was something she had been holding in for a long time."We took over countries and seized their resources, and no one ever told us we were wrong," she said bitterly. "We were untouchable. In most places, you’re expected to follow their rules, respect their customs, but that wasn’t the Belvarian way. When we arrived, we didn’t adapt; we imposed. We forced change on them to suit us."She paused, her expression hardening as she recalled the memories. "Some of us saw the flaws in this system. Your father did—he complained often, but no one listened. They court-martialed him a few times for his ‘extreme’ views, as they called them. But in truth, he was just one of the few who realized how selfish and corrupt the system was."Hearing her speak about my father in this way gave me a new perspective. I had always known