All Chapters of Trained Not To Love You: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Ronan"You see, Morosov," the man said, his eyes gleaming as he looked at me with a smug smile, "you will drink with me when you find out everything I’m about to show you." He shifted his gaze to Joseph, still smiling, like he already knew how this was going to play out."I was expecting they’d send you two. Someone really wants both of you dead in Jorvik. Learned a coup might be in the news soon," he added with a chuckle, as if the potential collapse of our country was just another casual topic over drinks.I felt my stomach twist. He was dropping hints—breadcrumbs about things much bigger than us. But I didn’t bite, not yet. I needed more."Anyway," he continued, leaning back in his chair, "firstly, I want to apologise for the way we picked you up. It wasn’t ideal, I know. But it was either we took you, or you’d end up in the hands of the Marakatim group." He paused, watching my reaction carefully.I frowned at the name, unfamiliar with it. "Haven’t heard of them, have you, young la

RonanThe man smirked, his eyes cold and calculating as he continued. "You see, Miss Arya here sold you out. Had we not intervened, you would’ve ended up as prisoners of that group, and trust me, their methods of persuasion aren’t as polite as ours." He leaned back in his chair, casually crossing his arms."And as for the group, they aren’t funded by Belvarians, like the Kavistanian government wants you to believe. They’re funded by the Kavistani government itself. These people do the dirty work the government doesn’t want to be directly associated with. It’s foolish for Jorvik to think that Kavistan is in a weak position. They’re making powerful allies right now and would eventually betray Jorvik."His words hung in the air, heavy with implications. My mind was reeling from everything he was saying. If it was true—if Kavistan was working with this terrorist group—it meant that everything we thought we knew about the political landscape was a lie. And Arya… Arya had been a part of it.

Ronan"They saved my life," Erin said quietly, and my brow furrowed in confusion. Saved him? How could these people—who we thought were the enemy—have saved him?Erin sighed and continued, his voice taking on a grim, reflective tone. "We were compromised on our way here. The original mission was simple: stop by here, pick up some people, and head to Belvaria. Our task was to keep the status quo there, nothing more. But we were blind, Row. It was all a smoke screen. We never saw what was coming."I listened intently, trying to wrap my head around the gravity of what he was saying."We picked up a few Kavistani military officers and headed to Belvaria. You know how rich it is in oil and gold; it’s always been a place of interest. But when we arrived, it became clear that things were far worse than we imagined. Kavistan and Jorvik were running illegal mining and drilling operations, deep in the heart of Belvaria. And the worst part? It wasn’t sanctioned by their governments. This wasn’t

Ronan"The only people not involved," Erin began, his voice low and deliberate, "are our fathers and Marc's father. They’re the few who haven’t been tainted by this conspiracy. The others, though—they’re all complicit. Once they’re eliminated, along with ten loyal army generals—whose names I already have—and fifteen lieutenant generals, plus eight colonels, it’ll be game over. One of the Marshals is already lined up to take over as head of state. It’s all part of their plan."My heart pounded as Erin spoke, each revelation more alarming than the last. This was bigger than anything I had imagined, a vast, intricate web of betrayal and power grabs."They’re still in bed with the Kavistanis, for now," Erin continued, "but here’s where it gets messy. Jorvik no longer wants to share the spoils of their crimes with Kavistan. That’s why all of this is happening. The unrest, the tensions—it’s being orchestrated to force Jorvik into a war against Kavistan and break their alliance. All this cha

CamilaWe waited in silence, hearts pounding in our chests, until Master Dimitri finally showed up. I should have known General Sergey would never leave his younger brother behind, not in something as crucial as this.The move was arranged quietly, like a whispered secret, and Madam Melania played her part perfectly. She made it look like we were just going to Ronan's house to fetch Katya’s things. Her voice dripped with scorn as she scolded me for not bringing enough clothes, belittling me in front of everyone as if she enjoyed every second of it.The air in the kitchen felt thick with judgment and sneers when I went to get a glass of water.Mirabel stood there, watching me with that twisted smile on her lips. I could hear her soft, mocking laughter echoing off the walls. Then she had the audacity to taunt me. “Trying to climb the ladder, are you?” she snickered. “Not even a seat at their table will earn you respect. You’ll always be what you are—a nobody, a slave. Nothing.”With th