All Chapters of Trained Not To Love You: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

RonanThe next hour felt surreal as we transformed ourselves with masks, makeup, and false features.My new face stared back at me from the mirror, unfamiliar and strange. They’d given me a prosthetic nose and a moustache that looked surprisingly authentic, but it had the unfortunate effect of ageing me by at least a decade, leaving me looking like a grizzled stranger.Marc’s disguise was equally drastic; his face now boasted a broader jawline and long, scraggly hair, making him almost unrecognisable.Joseph wore a similar prosthetic nose paired with a coarse, unkempt beard that softened his usual sharp features.Erin was almost comical with his long beard, thick moustache, and bald head adorned with fake piercings—he looked like a rough-edged rebel.Ashton had the finishing touch of a false tattoo snaking across his cheek and a couple of piercings; the transformation was complete. We stood, a motley crew of strangers looking nothing like ourselves.“Won’t they figure it out as soon a

CamilaI was practically bouncing with excitement when Master Sergey told me we were finally going home, and that Ronan and Erin were already on their way. The thought of seeing Ronan again made my heart race, and I could hardly keep my emotions under wraps. My cheeks were hot with a flush I couldn’t hide, and Madam Melania didn’t let it slip by unnoticed, teasing me with a grin and knowing glances that only made me blush deeper.When we gathered in the garage with our things, Master Sergey explained that we’d be returning the same way we’d come. That meant I’d be riding with Madam Melania and little Katya again, but this time the tension I’d felt before was nowhere to be found. In fact, I was almost looking forward to the drive.I carefully strapped Katya into her car seat, smiling at her little hands as they gripped her blanket. Then, I climbed into the front seat, settling in next to Madam Melania, who was practically glowing with excitement herself. She’d be seeing both her sons t

CamilaMy mother followed me closely as I carried Katya down the hall to the living room, where we expected to find Madam Melania. But as we stepped inside, we were met with a tense, heavy silence, and a chill swept over me. Soldiers—estate guards, most likely—stood alert around the room, and there, on their knees, were Mirabel and her husband, their faces pale with fear.Madam Melania sat composed in her chair, one leg crossed over the other, her face calm but her eyes sharp as daggers.“So this is how you and your husband repay us after everything we’ve done for you?” she said, her voice cold. “Feeding our enemies information about this family?” Mirabel’s face crumpled as tears filled her eyes, and she shook her head in denial, but Madam Melania pressed on, her tone unyielding. “Who told the authorities we’d fled, Mirabel? Was it not you?”I was stunned. The idea that Mirabel, for all her prickly attitude, could betray us like this—it was hard to comprehend. But Madam Melania wasn’t

CamilaRonan and I went up to his room, and he didn’t hesitate, pinning me to the wall and crashing his lips on mine.His kiss was filled with a fierce, unrestrained passion that took my breath away, pulling me into a world that seemed to exist only for the two of us.His lips were demanding, drawing me in, tasting me as if he were trying to memorise every single part of me.My hands clung to him as I stood on my tiptoes, stretching up to meet his kiss, feeling his warmth seep into me.I had never truly believed this moment would come — not like this, not with him safe, back home, and holding me like he’d never let go. But he was here, real and whole, and I felt a tidal wave of relief mixed with a joy so deep it nearly overwhelmed me.There was not a trace of doubt in my mind, not even a flicker of hesitation in my heart. He was mine, and somehow, in a way that went beyond words, I was his.I matched his kiss, letting all the passion I had pent up spill out, hoping he could feel just

ErinMy mother clung to me tightly, her grip almost desperate, as if letting go might make this moment slip away. I watched Ronan head off and saw Ashton fall into step behind my father. My mother seemed blissfully unaware of everything around her; all she could do was hold onto me, and I could feel her shaking as tears began to flow. Without a word, I wrapped my arms around her, trying to anchor her as she let her emotions spill out.“Let’s go inside, Melania,” my father said gently, and after a moment, she managed to pull herself together enough to release me. We walked into the house, and I was struck by how everything was exactly as I remembered it. The hallway, the walls, even the way the light fell across the familiar rooms — it was like stepping back in time. Nothing had changed, yet I felt like a stranger, holding onto memories that no longer felt quite real.Once we were inside, my mother finally spoke, leading me toward a couch as she searched my face. “Erin, why didn’t you c