All Chapters of Trained Not To Love You: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

CamilaJust as I was about to enter Katya's room, I heard Madam Melania’s sharp voice cut through the air.“It’s late, you know. Hurry up. I want to get home early. Katya shouldn’t be awake at this hour,” she said, her tone dripping with condescension.Of course, it was all just a part of the act. She played her role so effortlessly that anyone watching would’ve believed she was genuinely annoyed. But I knew better. I knew the cold edge in her voice wasn’t hard for her to fake. It came naturally, too naturally, almost as if she relished it.I turned around briefly, and that’s when I caught Oliver’s eye. He raised his eyebrows ever so slightly, a subtle gesture of mockery aimed at her. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing out loud. How he managed to keep his composure around her, I’d never understand.With a small, tight smile, I hurried into Katya’s room. There wasn’t really anything I needed to get from there—this was all for show. Still, I went through the motio

CamilaIt took nearly an hour of winding through dark, narrow roads before we finally reached the clearing. My eyes strained in the darkness, searching for the familiar signs I’d seen before—the subtle markers that would indicate we were in the right spot. When I was certain, I turned to Madam Melania.“Please stop here, Madam,” I said quietly.She gave me a puzzled look, her brow furrowing. “Here? In the middle of nowhere?” she asked, clearly confused. It was the same reaction I’d had the first time I came here.“Yes, Madam. This is the place,” I reassured her, offering a small, confident nod. Gently, I shifted Katya, who was still sleeping soundly, from my arms into hers. Madam Melania adjusted her hold, eyes still filled with questions as I stepped out of the car and into the cool night air.I took a deep breath, the crisp scent of pine and earth filling my lungs, and reached into my pocket. The remote felt solid and cold in my hand as I pointed it towards the ground in front of us.

CamilaWhen we reached Ronan’s room—the one where I had stayed last time—I paused. Memories of the past flooded back, threatening to spill over. I pointed at the door but didn’t dare step inside. I couldn’t let myself fall apart, not now, not in front of them. There was only so much I could take before I completely broke down. The uncertainty of everything weighed heavily on me, and all I could do was keep hoping, praying that he was okay, and that he would return soon, safe and sound.The rooms were set up to be shared. Master Sergey and Madam Melania took Ronan’s room, and my mother and I were to stay in Katya’s room with her.Master Dimitri’s room was close to the surveillance room. The room was small and cosy, with soft lighting that made it feel almost comforting despite everything. And yet, as I glanced around, I couldn’t help but wonder what could happen in the cosy, homely space.My thoughts drifted wondering what if my mother would end up in this room with Master Dimitry event

RonanWe exited the building and climbed into a modest transport vehicle, setting off towards town. We were in a small city nestled within a different part of Nerania—a country that shared its border with war-torn Kavistan. This region had borne the scars of the Kavistani war, but now, against all odds, people were starting to rebuild their lives. It was a quiet place, almost forgotten by the rest of the world. A place where eyes no longer lingered. Perfect for the resistance to go unnoticed.As we drove, I realized just how untouched this place was by the chaos outside. There were no checkpoints, no military presence—just ordinary people trying to live ordinary lives among the ruins of what once was. The buildings were crumbling in some places, the streets cracked and uneven. Yet, despite the devastation, I could see glimpses of resilience. People were walking, chatting, tending to small shops that had somehow survived, or carrying supplies back to what remained of their homes. It was

RonanThe picture Erin had shown me of Olivia hadn’t come close to capturing her true beauty or presence. Standing here now, I could see that she was more than just a pretty face—there was a calm grace about her, a gentleness that reminded me a little of Camila.Her eyes were warm and kind, and when she smiled, it felt like the entire room lit up. But what really surprised me was the soft curve of her belly. Olivia was pregnant. I glanced at Erin, wondering why he hadn’t mentioned it earlier.“Congratulations,” I said, the words coming out softly as I tried to process this new piece of information.Erin’s face lit up with a joy I hadn’t seen in him for years. “I never thought I’d be a father before you, Ronan,” he said with a chuckle, his eyes sparkling with pride.I bit back a response, my chest tightening. He didn’t know. How could he? I already had a daughter, a beautiful little girl who would be celebrating her birthday next week—a day I’d be missing because of all of this. Becaus