All Chapters of Trained Not To Love You: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Camila"They must be planning something serious against General Sergey," I thought, watching Madam Melania’s reaction. "Why else would they not worry about harming something that belonged to him?" The thought gnawed at me, and a dark suspicion crept into my mind. Could it be that the Semenovs were behind this plot? Were they the ones orchestrating this from the shadows?Madam Melania seemed to have the same doubts. She didn’t say it outright, but I could see it in her eyes as she pressed my mother for more information. Her phone was still recording, capturing every mark and bruise on my mother's body. The sight of them—red, raw, and deep—was unbearable, and I couldn’t understand how my mother had managed to endure it."Give me a name," Madam Melania said, her voice sharp and demanding. "Someone I might know among the officers who did this."My mother hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Master Lucas Antonovich," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. "The other two, I

Camila Reluctantly, I sat down next to her, unsure of what to do or say. It felt so strange—unnatural, almost—but at the same time, I couldn’t turn away from her grief. She looked so lost, so broken. “I can’t even discuss it with Sergey,” she said, her voice breaking as the tears finally spilt over. “First Erin, and now…” Her words trailed off, and she buried her face in her hands. It was the first time I’d seen her cry so openly. “Last time, I knew Ronan was okay. He just didn’t want to speak to us. But this time, there’s no word at all, nothing about him or Joseph. We have to stay strong.” Her words hit me like a punch in the gut. She was trying to stay hopeful, trying to convince herself that things would turn out fine. But there was an edge to her voice, a crack in her resolve that made me wonder if even she believed what she was saying. I forced myself not to cry, not to break down, because I knew if I did, the thin thread holding us both together might snap. “How is Kat

CamilaI watched as she sighed, gathering herself to share something I could tell was buried deep in her heart, something that hurt her even now."Your father," she continued, her eyes distant as if she was seeing a different time, "he loved me deeply. I was his world. I was young, innocent—his beautiful wife that he could show off to others. So when the takeover happened, when our world crumbled, you’d expect him to protect us, to get us to safety, wouldn’t you?"I nodded, feeling a knot tighten in my chest, sensing where this story was going."But he didn’t," she said, her voice faltering, as if each word brought her closer to a pain she’d hidden for years."He wasn’t home when they came for me. I believe he knew something was going to happen and left without me. I was pregnant with you, and maybe I would have slowed him down." Her hands trembled as she spoke, and her gaze dropped to the floor."I never told you this because I didn’t want you to hate him. Especially knowing he might

CamilaTwo more days had passed, and the silence was suffocating. We hadn’t heard any news, and the waiting gnawed at me, a constant ache in my chest. During dinner, General Sergey finally spoke, breaking the tense quiet that had hung over the house. I felt a surge of relief—at least we would get some information.He asked Mirabel to excuse herself, which felt odd, but I didn’t question it. What really surprised me was when my mother, who had been about to leave as well, was asked to stay.“You can remain, Glenda,” General Sergey said, his voice steady but with a rare note of respect. “You have proven your loyalty time and again.”“Thank you, Master,” she responded, her voice humble as she stood by the wall, where she had always positioned herself during these dinners.It was strange, almost awkward, seeing her stand there while I sat at the table, eating alongside the Morosovs. But she didn’t seem uncomfortable. In fact, there was a quiet pride in her eyes as she watched me, as if se

RonanBelieving you're safe in a country that wasn’t your own is one of the biggest mistakes you can make. It’s a false sense of security that can shatter in an instant. We thought we were untouchable, Joseph and I, because we were in Kavistan for official reasons. We believed that our status would protect us—that no one would dare to harm us, as it would be seen as an act of war. But we were so, so wrong.That afternoon, everything changed. We had just stepped outside the cafe to make a few quick calls. The sun was beating down, and the street seemed calm, like any other day. Then, out of nowhere, a black van pulled up. It was one of those moments that doesn’t feel real, like you’re watching a movie unfold but can’t hit pause.The doors of the van slid open, and men in dark clothes started pouring out, their faces hard, their eyes focused. And then I saw it—the guns in their hands.They were shouting, and in the chaos, it was hard to make out the words. My mind was racing."This can’t