All Chapters of Trained Not To Love You: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Ronan Sensing the growing discomfort, Irene stood up abruptly, offering a polite smile as she addressed the table. “I’ll check on the roast,” she announced softly. She gestured for her sons to follow her, and I could tell it was her way of giving us space—removing herself and the boys from the heavier conversation that was unfolding. She didn’t want to be part of it. And honestly, I didn’t blame her. Frederick cleared his throat, his gaze shifting between Joseph and me. There was something cautious in his eyes, a hesitation. It was clear that Erin already knew the story—knew the weight of what Frederick was about to reveal. Was he willing to trust us with it, too? We were walking on a fragile line here. Frederick was our only real chance of making it through this mess, so his trust meant everything. But pushing him too far, too fast could jeopardise everything. I caught Joseph’s eye and gave him a slight nod, silently urging him not to press for more than Frederick was willin

Ronan Frederick’s voice wavered, and he clenched his fists, as if fighting against the memory of that crushing realisation. “I mourned her for years, telling myself over and over again that it was my fault. That if I hadn’t gone to that meeting, if I had insisted on taking her with me… maybe things would have been different.” He shook his head, letting out a bitter, shaky laugh. “But how could I have done that? Who brings their wife to a private, classified military meeting? It was impossible. But still, that thought—those ‘what ifs’—they ate at me, day and night.” He paused, his eyes growing misty, a single tear slipping down his cheek. He swiped it away almost angrily, as if angry at himself for still feeling this way after so many years. The vulnerability in that single moment was startling—seeing this strong, composed man break, even for just a second. “She was my world,” he whispered hoarsely. “And I couldn’t save her. I wasn’t there when she needed me the most. It was all tak

RonanFrederick leaned back, his expression shifting to something almost casual.“Not us,” he said simply. “We’re just gathering information, keeping track of what’s going on. The people hunting you two are the ones pushing this agenda. They want to destabilise Jorvik, remove all traces of support around the head of state, and turn him into an isolated target. Once he’s cut off, they can stage a coup and seize control.”The pieces started to fall into place, but it still felt too convoluted, too convenient. My instincts screamed not to trust him, but what choice did we have? We were already in the middle of this, and the longer we hesitated, the more we risked losing.I swallowed hard, the reality of the situation hitting me like a punch to the gut. It wasn’t just about what we’d done or who we were—it was about what we represented: a threat to the narrative they were trying to spin.“And Dimitrov,” I murmured, trying to connect the dots. “He was my benefactor in the military. Are you

RonanThe drive home was wrapped in a heavy silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts, weighed down by the enormity of the mission ahead. It was impossible to shake the knowledge that anything could go wrong.That was the nature of operations like this—unpredictable, volatile, with no guarantees that we’d all walk away unscathed. The fact that some of us might not survive was an undeniable reality we had to face.But did we have a choice? We could either risk it all in the hope of clearing our names and securing a future for ourselves, or we could spend the rest of our lives as fugitives—never seeing our families again, always looking over our shoulders.The thought of never holding Camila again, of never seeing Katya grow up, sent a wave of dread through me. Who would protect them if I didn’t make it? Who would give them the life they deserved?We couldn’t just sit back and let our enemies win. The consequences of failure were too high, not just for us but for the future of Jorvik

Ronan As the weight of our decision settled over us, I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope buried deep beneath all the fear and uncertainty. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to keep me going. We were in this together, and no matter how hard things got, we would push forward. For our families, for our futures, for the chance to get home in peace. "Let’s make sure we don’t just hope," I finally said, standing up and stretching. "Let’s make sure we prepare, stay sharp, and fight like hell." Joseph gave a small smile, the kind that masked the fear and tension underneath. "We’ll be ready." And with that, we both fell into a quiet understanding, each of us silently preparing for what the next day would bring. The odds were stacked against us, but we were soldiers. And tomorrow, we’d fight for our lives, for our families, and for the chance to reclaim everything we’d lost. The morning had come all too quickly, and the weight of what was ahead pressed down on me as we sat around the