All Chapters of Trained Not To Love You: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CamilaIt seemed Ronan called the cleaners regardless because they arrived an hour after he left. I found myself oscillating between supervising them and caring for Katya.Fortunately, I didn't have to do much for Katya because Madam Melania was completely hands-on, making my work a bit easier.Kenneth also helped, and he rolled his eyes every time Madam called me, which made us laugh in the kitchen before I answered.He didn't take the letdown to heart. In fact, he took it well, keeping his word and not making things awkward between us. However, I remained cautious around him. He was Jorvikian, after all, and I needed to protect Ronan and Katya from everyone.Sometime after noon, we received guests. I was surprised to see Mira and Leah Semenov. The moment they saw me, their faces contorted with anger.Leah had swollen eyes and was wiping away tears with a tissue while Mira consoled her. Katya was playing on the floor, and Madam Melania sat, listening intently to whatever Leah was sayi

CamilaRonan had told me he wouldn't be out long, unlike yesterday when he had returned late. Even though it was still early, the tension in the living room made it feel like an eternity. I anxiously waited, my heart pounding, not knowing what to expect.When Ronan finally came home, he was taken aback by the sight of the people gathered in our living room.I could see it in his eyes, and when he asked what was going on, no one dared to breathe for a second. I quickly wiped away my tears, but I could tell he noticed."Welcome home, sir," I greeted him hurriedly, rushing to help with his bag."What is going on here?" he asked, brushing past me without accepting my help."They came to see me," Madame explained."In my home? What did I say about the Semenovs, Mom?" Ronan said sternly, his eyes locking on Leah, who was now standing with tears in her eyes."I'm sorry, Ronan. I want to talk," she pleaded, her voice trembling."There is nothing to discuss. Kindly leave my house," he said firm

CamilaMelania decided she would leave the next morning. The air in the house was heavy with tension, words having been exchanged that could not be taken back. She came to check on Katya and found me sleeping on an air mattress in Katya's room. It was the first time she had seen me there."Is this where you sleep?" she asked, her voice softer than usual."Yes, Madam, so I am not too far," I replied, and I saw her eyes soften. She looked at me with a mix of curiosity and contemplation."I apologise for yesterday; it’s just that what was said made sense. You would never harm my family, would you?" Her question caught me off guard. It was unusual for Melania to apologise to someone like me, someone she considered beneath her. I had to tread carefully."Not in my wildest dreams, Madam. I owe my life to the Morosovs. I could never," I assured her, and she nodded, letting out a sigh."Keep this between us," she said, stepping closer. I wasn't sure what she meant but I stayed silent, waiting.

RonanComing home to that dreadful scene tore at my heart. The sight was overwhelming, and it opened my eyes to a painful truth I had been trying to avoid. My mother, in her naivety or perhaps her stubbornness, had brought chaos into my home. I had vowed to protect Camila, to keep her safe from the dangers that lurked in the shadows, but now I felt powerless.The realisation that my mother couldn’t see the danger in her actions was crushing. It made me question everything. The idea of sending Camila and Katya to my father’s estate, which once seemed like the best option, now felt like a terrible mistake. But what choice did I have? I was about to leave for Kavistan, and the thought of leaving them behind haunted me, keeping me awake through the long, lonely hours of the night.My heart ached to hold Camila, to keep her close, but I was forced to stay away, restrained by the invisible chains my mother had unwittingly placed on us. The weight of the secret I carried was unbearable, gnawi

CamilaThe moment we stepped onto the pathways in the woods, I felt a deep sense of relief wash over me. It was as if I could almost taste freedom in the air. The tension I had been carrying for so long began to loosen, and I found myself exhaling, letting go of the anxiety that had gripped me. But that relief was short-lived when we came upon the checkpoint. My heart raced, and fear gripped me tightly. I was scared—terrified, really—of what might happen next.Katya, couldn’t hold back her tears. She cried so softly, and it broke my heart. I wanted to reach out and hold her, to comfort her in any way I could. She deserved that—she deserved to be held and reassured. Seeing her cry made me want to protect her even more.As soon as we entered the woods, I noticed a change in Ronan. His shoulders, which had been so tense, seemed to relax just a little. Even though I was seated in the back with Katya, I could sense his worry and stress alleviated. He had taken on so much for our sake, and I