All Chapters of Trained Not To Love You: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

RonanI waited, my patience stretched thin, as Igor levelled his accusations with that familiar accusatory tone.I could sense he had something more planned, something designed to trip me up or complicate my life. I just hoped it was something I could easily refute."It's strange," Igor began, his eyes narrowing, "that you go on holiday to God knows where, disappearing with your daughter and that Belvarian slave right around the time of the attacks. Then your so-called ex mentions you as her owner, and you give her refuge in your home. Explain that."His words hung in the air, heavy with implication. I took a deep breath, choosing my words carefully."With all due respect, sir," I replied, keeping my voice steady, "it’s a coincidence. I've already filled out the prisoner delivery form. If it’s approved, your men can pick her up immediately. I have no involvement in this matter. Marc was my closest friend, and his death has deeply affected me. I’m still in shock over what’s happened."I

RonanI couldn’t help but wonder how much of what Arya had told me was fabricated, carefully crafted to manipulate me into believing a false narrative. I felt exposed, vulnerable, like a pawn in a game I hadn’t even realised I was playing. But now, I was being asked to turn the tables, to use her in the same way she had used me. The irony wasn’t lost on me, but it didn’t make the task any easier to stomach. The lines between duty and personal vendetta were becoming increasingly blurred, and I knew that I would have to tread carefully. This mission was about more than just gathering intelligence—it was about regaining control, about proving to myself that I wasn’t as naive as she had made me out to be. But even as I resolved to do what needed to be done, the bitterness of betrayal lingered, reminding me that this was no longer just a mission. It was personal. The meeting finally ended, and Joseph and I walked out of the building together. I had never been so relieved to see my friend

RonanAs soon as I walked through the door, I was greeted by the mouthwatering aroma of delicious food.The familiar scents of spices and simmering dishes wrapped around me, instantly lifting the heavy burden of anxiety and uncertainty that had clung to me all day at work.It was like a comforting embrace, melting away my stress and replacing it with a soothing warmth. I couldn’t help but wonder what Camila was cooking—whatever it was, it smelled divine.I carefully placed the items I was carrying on the couch in the living room and decided to check on Katya before heading to the kitchen.As I opened the door to her room, a wave of tenderness washed over me. There she was, sleeping peacefully in her crib, her tiny chest rising and falling with each gentle breath.She must have played so hard today that she was utterly worn out. Seeing her like that filled me with a deep sense of contentment.With a soft smile, I left her room and made my way toward the kitchen.As I approached, I could

RonanI had Camila join me for dinner, but with Oliver and Kenneth around, we kept the conversation light and avoided discussing anything serious. She served me as usual, and once we finished, she took care of cleaning the dishes."Join me upstairs once they’re gone," I said, hoping she understood the implication. She nodded, though I couldn’t tell if Arya’s presence had affected her mood. I would have to wait and see.An hour later, Camila came into my room, gracefully wearing one of the nightgowns I had bought for her. It was a red-laced, translucent piece underneath a silk kimono, and when she entered, her smile told me she wasn’t upset."Dealing with her will be a lot of work, Ronan," she said, showing off the elegant body-hugging nightwear with a hint of amusement."You know what will be even harder?" I asked, pulling her close. "The days I’ll be away from you and Katya," I spoke from the heart, the weight of my upcoming separation pressing on me.Camila leaned into me, her warmth

RonanIt was becoming clearer to me now—Arya had more than just me as her target. She had a source inside the military, someone she trusted, someone they believed could rise quickly if Marc was taken out of the picture.Could it be Lucas? It could be anyone, really. With thirty-three colonels currently in the ranks, any one of them could be vying for a promotion. It was impossible to pinpoint who her ally was without more information. This puzzle was a tough one to solve, but I was determined. Once our mission in Kavistan was complete, I intended to get the truth out of Arya myself.The fact that she had tried to gain access to my office and my computer sent a shiver down my spine.I had never been so thankful for my cautious nature as I was right then. Every security measure I had put in place, every extra layer of protection—I was suddenly grateful for them all.I glanced over at Camila, lying peacefully in bed, and felt a wave of relief. Choosing her had been the right decision, not