All Chapters of Trained Not To Love You: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CamilaThe morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. As I stirred awake and turned over, I was taken aback to find Ronan still lying beside me.He looked so peaceful in his sleep, his face serene and relaxed. A sudden, overwhelming urge to reach out and touch his face gripped me.Memories of our intimate moments from the previous night flooded my mind, and I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. It hadn't been a dream—it was all real.The weight of that realisation settled over me, and I wondered what it meant for us moving forward.I was torn between staying still to savour this rare moment and my duties. I needed to get up and tend to Katya.As I began to shift in bed, Ronan stirred. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close, his embrace firm yet tender."Don't you think it's too early?" he murmured, his lips brushing against my neck in a gentle kiss.Of course, he would think it was too early. Ronan wasn't accustomed to the early routines that had

CamilaI dressed quickly and went to Katya's room. To my surprise, she was still asleep. Since there was still time for breakfast, I decided to make crepes.Rushing to the kitchen, I began mixing the batter. I had just finished mixing it, when Ronan entered, carrying Katya in his arms."Crepes," he said, a smile spreading across his face. I knew how much he liked crepes. Ronan had a bit of a sweet tooth, something Arya never noticed."Do you need help?" he asked, still holding Katya gently."No, Sir," I replied out of habit, realising too late that I'd reverted to formalities. Ronan's expression shifted slightly, showing a hint of offense."It will take some time to get used to addressing you as an equal," I admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed."Try. It's just us," he said, his tone gentle as he kissed my forehead. "I'll get her ready while you cook."I was taken aback. "What? Can you do it?""Just watch me," he said with a playful wink before heading out with Katya in his arms.The th

RonanI came home late that night, the darkness outside mirroring the heaviness in my heart.As I stepped quietly into the house, I headed to Katya’s room and noticed Camila sleeping on the air mattress.The sight tugged at my heartstrings. Kenneth had closed for the day, leaving Camila home alone. She looked so peaceful and vulnerable, and I couldn't bear to disturb her rest.Gently, I scooped Camila up from the mattress, careful not to wake her and Katya. She stirred in my arms, and my heart ached with love and worry. I softly kissed her forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin against my lips."Sleep, it's okay," I whispered, my voice barely audible.She nestled closer and drifted back into her dreams. I carried her to her room, laying her gently on the bed, and watched her for a moment. She looked so angelic, so innocent, and it made my chest tighten with a mixture of love and fear.I returned to my room, slipped into something more comfortable and poured myself a drink, the liquid

RonanMy mother raised her hands in surrender. "Very well, have it your way, but I can't give her a room in the house," she said, and I nodded."Then Katya will stay at the cottage with her mother until I return," I declared firmly.My mother's expression turned angry."Why do you have to be like Sergey, Ronan? What do you think people will say? People already know what happened with Leah, and we are just fixing things with the Semenov family. Then this..." she trailed off, and I cut her off."What thing are you fixing?" I asked, suspicion creeping into my voice. She paused, realising she had said too much."Martha told me that Leah plans to call off the wedding. She never got over you, and they are willing to reconcile and proceed..." she said, but I stood up, anger flaring."That ship sailed two years ago, Mother. Whatever Leah and I had is in the past now; she shouldn't bother calling off her upcoming wedding because I do not want her back," I said, a bitter chuckle escaping my lips

CamilaI remained in the living room, watching Madam Melania play with Katya. I silently prayed she wouldn't ask me any more questions. My duty was to care for Katya, not to spy on her son. I wish I could tell her that, but it would be a risk I couldn't afford to take. These chains that bound me were tighter and stronger than they ever felt. Though invisible, they held me completely, with no chance of ease or release."She is pretty, but I noticed her eyes are getting lighter. It doesn't seem like a cause for alarm. I'm sure it is nothing," Madame Melania said, her attention fully on Katya. Who wouldn't be captivated by my little girl? My little angel was a bundle of joy, spreading smiles to everyone she met.As Madam Melania spoke, I wanted to excuse myself to call the cleaners. "Where are you going?" she asked, her tone sharp."To call the cleaners and find out why they haven't arrived, madam," I replied as respectfully as possible."Why did Ronan lay off all his workers? He has a co