Lahat ng Kabanata ng Trained Not To Love You: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

CamilaI was allowed to go and change into clothes, and then my mother and I were told to report to General Sergey's study, where he spent most of his time. We entered the room and immediately dropped to our knees. My mother was crying, tears streaming down her face. She kept asking why this had happened, but I had no answers. My mind was a fog, and the thought that this was my first time, and I had no memory of it, hurt my soul deeply but I kept that part to myself. No one cared about the emotions and turmoils of a slave."I took you in, Glenda. I gave you a home, a job, and protection. I never harassed you. You were never uncomfortable in my home. I was kind to you, even though you are from that wicked country. I didn't visit the sins of your government on you as my colleagues would have…” “...I clothed you, gave you shelter, fed you, and provided you with a job. I welcomed your daughter into the world and gave her a home, and this is how you repay me," General Sergey said, his voi

CamilaTwo Days LaterLooking back, I thought our lives were hard before, but I didn't realise we had some good moments. Now, after what happened with Young Master Ronan, I saw how wrong I was. My mother and I had become the outcasts in the house. The other workers treated us like garbage, and Madam Melania had become more cruel than ever. She used to ignore us most of the time, but now she seemed to go out of her way to make our lives miserable. I knew she blamed us for ruining her son's wedding.When Leah called off the engagement, it was a massive shock to everyone. The fear of losing the friendship with the Semenov family hung in the air like a heavy cloud. And amidst all this, I was the one everyone blamed.Ronan asked me about the drink, and I had no choice but to take the blame. If I had told him the truth—that my mother put the drink in the Ddecanter and handed it to me—he would have directed all his anger at her. Living the way we were, with everyone blaming us, wasn't easy

RonanTwo week passed, and Leah completely blocked me. I wondered how she could stay mad at me for so long, knowing what happened wasn't my fault and that I was a victim, too. I just didn't get it. Mira kept calling to check on me, and she even tried to convince her sister to speak to me, but Leah wouldn't. I began to suspect she didn't want the marriage after all. But why? I honestly thought she loved me.I sat in the bar of the house with a vodka in my hand. I knew I shouldn't touch this stuff again since it was what was used to ruin me, but I found myself drowning in it, trying to forget the problems I was facing.Suddenly, being on leave didn't seem nice, and I wished the Defense Department would send me to head a battalion anywhere. Anywhere but here.My mother walked in and sat directly opposite me. I could see concern and sorrow in her eyes."I told your father not to take that woman in. Look what her daughter did to you," she said. I shook my head, even though I was slightly

Camila While Master Ronan was away, Mira visited often to see if he had returned. No one knew where he had gone, so she had no choice but to keep checking. It was clear that Mira cared deeply for both her sister and Ronan. Seeing her concern made me feel even worse about the situation. I hated whoever was responsible for this mess, and knowing that I had been used to ruin something potentially beautiful was heart-wrenching. Days turned into weeks, and still, Ronan did not come back. The house felt empty without him. Every day, I would glance at the main house from the garden, hoping to catch a glimpse of him returning. But he never did. Instead, the silence around the estate grew heavier, and the guilt inside me weighed me down even more. Mira's visits became a routine. Each time she came, I would watch her from a distance, feeling a mix of envy and sorrow. She moved with a sense of purpose, determined to fix things, while I felt helpless and trapped in my guilt. The days we

CamilaMy heart pounded in my chest, and every word I spoke felt like a plea for my very existence. The weight of the situation pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe. I glanced at my mother, her face a mixture of fear and sorrow. She didn't deserve this. None of this was her fault. My eyes stung with unshed tears, but I held them back, knowing that crying wouldn't help now.General Sergey remained silent, his expression unreadable. The tension in the room was thick, and I could feel everyone's eyes on me, judging, accusing. The fear of what might come next was almost unbearable. I felt like I was on the edge of a cliff, about to be pushed off. My future was in their hands, and I could only hope for mercy.Madam Melania's harsh words echoed in my mind. I knew the stakes were high, but all I wanted was a chance to make things right, to protect my mother and to find some small shred of dignity for myself. My heart ached with the weight of what was happening to me, but I stood