All Chapters of Trained Not To Love You: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CamilaRonan and I stood quietly by Katya’s bedside for a moment, watching her sleep peacefully. The room was filled with a gentle calm, and for that brief time, everything felt right. Before we left, Ronan carefully placed a baby monitor on a nearby shelf, positioning it so it faced the bed. We could keep an eye on her from anywhere in the bunker."Now, let me show you the rest of the bunker," he said, a playful glint in his eyes that made my heart skip a beat.The kitchen was already visible, sharing the open space with the living room, so we moved on to the second door.When Ronan opened it, we stepped into another area with two more doors. The first room was filled with monitors and a computer—an impressive setup that allowed us to view above-ground and satellite images. It was a control center of sorts, providing a sense of security by letting us keep an eye on the outside world from the safety of the bunker.The second door led to a supply room. Inside, shelves were stocked with

RonanI held Camila close for a while before we finally settled into bed. She had never been as free with me as she was in that moment. Normally, she would try to muffle her sounds, to hold back, but here, she let go completely, making the most arousing sounds I’d ever heard. Those sounds went straight to my head, filling me with a sense of satisfaction and pride that I knew I’d never forget.Her body responded to everything I did, welcoming every touch, every movement and enjoying every bit of it. This was going to be a wild and satisfying vacation, and I was glad I’d decided to take the trip, however short.We slept briefly, the exhaustion from our time together catching up with us.I woke when I heard Katya’s small voice coming through the monitor. Camila was still asleep, wrapped up in the sheets, her face peaceful. I knew she must be tired—she hadn’t slept well the night before, and all the intense pleasure she’d experienced must have drained her. I didn’t want to disturb her, so

RonanArya's heavy, tearful breaths filled the silence on the phone, and I could tell she had been crying hard."Ronan, where are you?" she asked, her voice trembling with desperation. "I was laid off from the Red Cross today, and they took my passport. I need help," she pleaded.I felt a surge of frustration. "And how is that my business, Arya? I told you to leave the country, but you chose to stay," I replied, realizing that the situation was even more complicated than I had anticipated.With the government likely about to declare its position in the Kavistan war, things were about to get dangerous, and Arya’s decision to stay could have serious consequences."I stayed for you," she said, her voice breaking. "You can't still be mad at me, Ronan. I've changed, I swear." Her words hung in the air, and for a moment, I didn't know how to respond. This was a mess I hadn’t anticipated, and it was clear she was in deep trouble."There is nothing between us anymore, Arya," I said firmly. "If

CamilaIt felt as though time had slowed to a crawl in the bunker, even though I knew our days there were numbered.The reality that I might soon be sent back to the Morosov estate to wait for Ronan’s return lingered in the back of my mind, but it didn’t trouble me too much. I clung to the hope that, somehow, everything would work out in the end.After a quiet meal, Ronan and I tucked Katya into bed. The peaceful routine of caring for her brought a sense of normalcy to our otherwise tense lives.Once she was asleep, we returned to the living room and decided to do something we wouldn’t normally dare to do at the house—something simple yet intimate. We snuggled up on the couch, wrapped in a warm blanket, and put on a classic movie, The Notebook.As the story of love, loyalty, and perseverance unfolded on the screen, I found myself deeply moved. The tale struck a chord with me, and before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.The emotions stirred up by the film were overwhelming,

CamilaI could see how hard Ronan was trying to ease my worries, and the effort he was putting into protecting us was both touching and endearing. His concern for our safety, his desire to shield us from any potential harm, made me smile despite the heaviness of the situation.“I’ll be fine, Ronan,” I assured him, my voice soft yet firm. “Just make sure you come home to me in one piece.”“I will, Malishka, I promise,” he replied, his smile warm and comforting as he glanced at me through the rearview mirror before taking a turn.His words lingered in the air, a promise that felt like a lifeline in the midst of all the uncertainty. Despite everything, I felt a sense of peace, knowing that Ronan was doing everything he could to keep us safe. And that, for now, was enough.We arrived at the estate, and I was immediately struck by the sight of the heavily guarded gate.It was clear that something serious was happening. My heart began to race as I instinctively reached out to touch Katya, ho