All Chapters of Trained Not To Love You: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Camila.I left Ronan in the room and got up to prepare breakfast and take care of Katya. As I worked, a mix of fear, excitement, and confusion swirled inside me. I couldn't stop thinking about how Ronan kissed me and how I had slept in his arms. What did it all mean? I felt butterflies in my stomach and kept sorting through my thoughts, knowing it might be wrong to get my hopes up, but I couldn't help it.I knew it might be a one-time thing, but I cherished the calm and peace it brought me. For that night, I wasn't a slave, and he wasn't my Master. It was a moment of freedom, a chance to dream, and it had lasted through the night with me in his arms and my sweet Katya not making a sound. I felt blissful, even if just for a little while.While I was setting the table for breakfast, Arya confronted me in the dining room. The sight of her brought back all the fear and anxiety I had been trying to push away. My heart raced as I braced myself for whatever harsh words or actions she had

Camila Breakfast was silent; Ronan ate quietly while Arya packed and moved her things in tears. I could see she was terribly hurt. It would be expected to hope someone could plead with Ronan on her behalf, but this was a 'good riddance' situation. I hoped that, for Katya's sake, he would never forgive her and for the sake of his folks, too. The woman was too hateful for her own good. It was indeed a blessing that she was leaving. Ronan finished his breakfast quietly. There was a sense of finality in the way he placed his fork down and pushed back his chair. Without saying much, he decided to go to the living room. As he stood up, he looked at me with a softer expression and asked, "Could you bring Katya to join me?"I nodded, understanding the unspoken wish in his request. Ronan wanted to see his daughter play with the new toys he had bought for her. I could see the longing in his eyes, a desire to connect with his daughter in a moment of peace and joy. I felt a warm anticip

CamilaRonan seemed to have triggered a flood of memories for Arya because her eyes suddenly looked haunted, filled with shadows of the past. The current sorrow and fear she was experiencing were still visible, but now they were mixed with something deeper and more troubling. It was clear that Arya had endured a dark and painful past. However, instead of learning compassion from her experiences, she became bitter and cruel. Most people with such a past would try to prevent others from suffering in the same way, but Arya seemed to have taken a different path.She was like a half-empty-cup kind of person, always seeing the worst in life. It was as if she took pleasure in the misery around her, finding no joy in anything. Her eyes reflected that sadistic nature, a darkness that seemed to consume any light that tried to reach her."You once yelled at a soldier who tried to molest a Sardonian girl. I remember it, Arya. You told him, 'She's human too!" it was a brave move that drew me t

RonanMy temporary butler, Oliver, let my friends in. He was a permanent staff member, but I made him a contract worker because of Camila. I knew butlers tended to gossip, and I didn't want anyone talking about my situation with Camila. I needed to be careful to keep us safe. "Can't believe we finally visited your home," Joseph said, taking off his jacket and handing it to Oliver. Marc did the same, and Oliver walked away. Joseph's eyes went straight to Katya, who was playing with her toys on the carpet in the living room. The open space arrangement of the foyer and living room wasn't a good idea. It took away the privacy I needed. Joseph and Marc could see everything at once. Katya's presence was now obvious, and I felt a mix of pride and anxiety. I wanted to protect her from prying eyes and questions. "Is that the little angel?" Joseph said, walking toward her. He seemed to adore her completely. Reaching for Katya, he picked her up, and she instantly began to cry. I had to co

Camila The evening was hectic, but once dinner ended, I went to attend to Katya. Serving Ronan's friends was awkward, bringing back memories of that night—a night that remained a blank slate, with the only evidence of its occurrence now peacefully sleeping in her bed. I stared at her gently, my heart filled with hopes and dreams. I tried to imagine a normal life: Ronan, her, and me as a real family. But who was I fooling? This was the best we would get, and I would always be a bystander, observing my daughter's life without having any say in it. The thought alone brought tears to my eyes, but I fought them away. I heard the door open and knew it was Ronan. I turned to look as Ronan stepped in, his shirt slightly unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up, looking a bit tired. "Is she asleep?" he asked softly, and I nodded. He wanted to say something, but I stopped him, knowing any sound could wake Katya. "We need to talk," he said, and a wave of worry washed over me. I composed myself and