บททั้งหมดของ Trained Not To Love You: บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 180

CamilaI couldn’t shake the feeling that I had taken too long with Katya, that I’d missed something important during those forty-five minutes. But I took comfort in the fact that it was General Sergey who had given me the order and not Madam Melania. He was far more patient and understanding, and I knew he wouldn’t hold it against me.I stepped back into the living room, my heart still racing from the conversation earlier.General Sergey and Master Dimitri were seated on the plush sofa. The tension in the room was palpable, like a live wire humming just beneath the surface. My mother was in the kitchen, scrubbing the dishes quietly, the clinking of porcelain the only sound breaking the silence.As I glanced around, Madam Melania emerged from their rooms and joined us, her expression blank.I noticed a half-empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table in front of them, and a few glasses already filled. The television in the corner was on, casting a muted blue glow around the room, but the

Camila“Now that the public knows about the coup attempt, it’ll be difficult for them to actually pull it off,” Dimitri said thoughtfully, but General Sergey shook his head slowly, a grim expression darkening his face.“No, Dimitri,” he murmured, his voice laced with anger. “This is part of the plan. Don’t you see? We all suspected that certain factions were plotting something big, but now, with everyone focused on hunting down Ronan and Joseph, security around the head of state and top officials will be weaker. All the resources, all the manpower, will be diverted to tracking down my son and his friend.”General Sergey paused, his gaze turning steely as he glanced back at the screen, where Ronan and Joseph’s faces had been broadcast like wanted criminals. “This distraction creates the perfect window of opportunity for them to strike. They’ve already set up their scapegoats—Ronan and Joseph will take the fall for whatever they have planned. And when it’s all over, they’ll be able to

CamilaI stood there, stunned by his words, my heart hammering so loudly I was sure they could hear it. He knew. He’d known all along, and he hadn’t stopped it. He hadn’t tried to keep us apart. A strange mixture of relief and fear washed over me, and I struggled to breathe, to process what he was saying.“Sergey,” Madam Melania said weakly, her voice trembling with emotion. “You’re saying you knew? You knew and you… approved of this?”“I’m saying that I chose not to interfere,” General Sergey replied quietly. “Because I trusted Ronan’s judgment. And I trusted Camila’s heart. This wasn’t something that happened on a whim. It’s been building for years. Trying to keep them apart would have been cruel.”“Melania,” General Sergey said softly, his voice carrying a hint of sadness, “I know you knew it, too. That’s why you disliked her so much—always worried she’d bring trouble to the family.”Madam Melania’s face remained turned away, her lips pressed into a tight line. She didn’t respond, b

RonanErin and I spent the first half hour of our arrival just talking to our parents. I could almost see the smile on our mother’s face as she listened to Erin’s voice. There was a lightness in her laughter, a kind of happiness that made me feel like I could breathe deeply again.It was as if, for those moments, the chaos around us faded into the background, and we were just family again. Hearing that they were safe and sound was like a huge weight being lifted off my shoulders.I never thought Camila, of all people, would be the one to step up and get them to safety. It surprised me, honestly. But more than that, it filled me with a warmth I hadn’t felt in a long time. She made a brave move—one that saved the people who mean the world to me.Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that our parents would eventually find out the truth about everything between us. My uncle isn’t one to spill secrets, but I couldn’t count on him. He’d be the last person I’d call for help.Erin, on the other

RonanI cursed under my breath, hating every second of this mess. Hating Ighor and every single person involved in this conspiracy.I had been fine. We had been fine. I was just a soldier, a man trying to do his job and go back to his quiet life. All we were supposed to do was negotiate a damn treaty agreement with Kavistan and then head home. Simple. Yet somehow, they had managed to complicate everything.First, the Jorvikian military wouldn’t let me turn Arya in when I had the chance. They said she could help us uncover the network she was working for. So, I did as I was told. And now… this. It was all falling apart, and I was caught in the middle. Everything had spiralled out of control, and now Joseph and I were being painted as traitors, as criminals. All for what?My anger simmered beneath the surface, a boiling rage I couldn’t afford to let show. Losing my temper now would be counterproductive—Frederick would just use it against me. And besides, there was no one here I could ven