All Chapters of Trained Not To Love You: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CamilaOne year later, I had a daughter named Katya, a name given by Madam Melania. I was allowed into the house, and Melania wasn't as unkind to me as she had been when the matter was still fresh. She was happy when my baby came with dark hair and eyes like her father. Her first words when she held Katya in her arms were, "We can hide her Belvarian roots."There was no doubt my daughter would be loved, but it hurt me deeply that she wouldn't know me as her mother. It was bittersweet. Seeing the love and care the Morozovs showed for her made it a little easier. I told myself it was okay, that this was for the best. I nursed Katya as her nanny. Just as General Sergey had promised, when the time came, my daughter was carried away. It was supposed to be for a year, but Melania insisted it be only for eight months so she could return sooner. General Sergey explained that he hadn't been able to reach Ronan because he had been conscripted to head a battalion overseas. He assured me that R

RonanReturning to my father's house after nearly two years filled me with a deep sense of nostalgia and a mix of other emotions I couldn't quite name. The memories came rushing back, each corner of the house whispering tales of my past. I had left the country two months after that terrible incident, never intending to look back. But my father, ever the determined figure, found a way to bring me back to Jorvik headquarters. I knew my mother had a hand in this, too; it was just like her to meddle when I refused to speak to them. My father's attempts to reach out to me over the past year had been relentless. Each call and message went unanswered. I couldn't bear to talk about Leah or the Semenovs. I had tried so hard to bury the past and move on, leaving it all behind me.During my time in Kivastan, I met a young woman in the medical department. She was kind and attentive, tending to my gunshot wound with such care that I couldn't help but be drawn to her. The war raged on around us,

Ronan.I opened my dresser, searching for my cufflinks. The new maid assigned to me was barely any help. I couldn't help but think of Camila. She was so young, yet she took it upon herself to learn my routine perfectly. Camila made sure I never had to search for anything. She always put things exactly where I would find them. I could say she spoilt me.As these thoughts ran through my mind, my hand brushed against a book in the dresser. It was the last novel Camila had borrowed to read. I always let her read on my balcony. Once she left my room, her work wouldn't give her any time to relax. Allowing her to read there was my small way of giving her a break.A wave of emotions hit me. I felt a pang of nostalgia and sadness. I had grown fond of her. Camila's presence had become a comforting routine. Yet, her mother had to ruin everything.I would be lying if I said I didn't miss Camila. If things were different, I would have taken her to my house to work for me. But given what happened,

Ronan.I tossed and turned most of the night, unable to find peace. My heart raced so fast it felt like I was having an anxiety attack. This wasn't a typical situation, and there was no guide on how to be a father, especially not for someone in my position. I was eager to meet my daughter but also dreaded the days ahead. Having her biological mother raise her as a nanny would be difficult, but it was necessary to ensure Katya would be free. Most children born to Belvarian women, regardless of their fathers, were born as slaves. I couldn't condemn Katya to that fate. The image in the photograph stayed burned in my memory, keeping me up all night.Morning came, and it was time for me to leave. Glenda served breakfast, her puffy eyes showing she had been crying. I was glad to take Camila away from her before she completely ruined her with her antics. I just hoped Camila hadn't picked up too many of her traits.Belvarians had a reputation for being wicked people. They deserved to be

CamilaMy heart felt like it was in a storm, filled with so many emotions all at once. Relief, gratitude, and a bit of hope swirled inside me. The room seemed to shimmer with the weight of what he had just told me. For the first time in a long while, I felt a small glimmer of happiness."Thank you," I whispered, my voice barely audible. He gave me a small, reassuring smile, and I felt a sense of comfort.And soon, the sobs came. He moved close to me and held me in his arms. His embrace was warm and reassuring, something I hadn't felt in so long."I'm sorry, Camila. I should have been there," he apologized, and I wondered why he was sorry. He, too, was a victim in this. Whoever drugged our drinks had ruined both our lives, but despite everything, I was grateful for the blessing that came from it."I know how things are. But you will be free in my house," he promised me. His words filled me with a deep sense of gratitude and a glimmer of hope."Thank you, Sir. Thank you," I said and p