บททั้งหมดของ Trained Not To Love You: บทที่ 191 - บทที่ 200

Ronan Fredrick's eyes were sharp as he looked at me, suspicion written all over his face. Erin and Joseph exchanged knowing glances, and I realized they could probably tell who I’d just spoken to. I guess it was that obvious. "Seems like you’ve got a damn good reason to head home, Ronan," Fredrick said, a teasing edge in his voice, and I quickly wiped the smile off my face, trying to play it cool. "I don’t know much about Joseph and Erin," he continued, leaning back in his chair, "but you… you seemed like the weight of the world was crushing you earlier. And now, look at you. You seem lighter, like you could take on anything. Whoever was on the other end of that call, it was exactly what you needed. I’m glad to see you in high spirits." He gave me a genuine smile, and I nodded, feeling a bit exposed but grateful all the same. "Thank you," I replied quietly, taking my seat. We dove back into the details of the plan, going over everything we’d discussed before. But this time, I felt

Ronan Just then, Joseph pulled up in the van, with Marc in the passenger seat. The look on their faces told me all I needed to know: we were out of time. Without a word, we carried the unconscious Linus into the van and piled in after him. As soon as the door slammed shut, gunfire erupted behind us. Joseph didn’t wait for instructions—he slammed his foot on the gas, and we sped off. "We’ve got a tail?" Erin asked, already reaching for a weapon. "Yeah," Marc confirmed, grimly loading his gun. "That limo was supposed to take Dimitrov somewhere else. When they realised we had hijacked him, they knew something was up. Joseph and I tried to hold them off, but they've got firepower. If we don’t shake them now, we won’t make it to base." Marc rolled down the passenger-side window, leaned out, and started firing back at our pursuers. "You guys need to help. There are guns in the box in the back," he shouted over the roar of the engine and the gunfire. I didn’t need to be told twice. Erin

RonanThe air inside the van was so heavy with silence that it felt almost suffocating. We were all still in shock, our minds struggling to process just how close we had come to losing everything—maybe even our lives.During the chase, there had been no time to think, no room for fear. The only thing driving us was survival, the desperate need to get away. But now that the danger had passed and we were speeding through the vast, empty desert toward the base in the dead of the night, reality hit me hard.What could have happened to us started sinking in, wrapping around my thoughts like a tightening grip. The overwhelming relief was quickly overshadowed by a sharp reminder—I had a bullet wound in my chest, and if I didn’t get help soon, I might bleed out.The dull ache had turned into a throbbing pain, making every breath feel heavier, and fear quietly settled in the pit of my stomach.I glanced around the van. Linus was still in a daze, staring ahead like he was trying to make sense o

Ronan"It was an incredibly well-crafted plan," Erin began, his voice steady but tinged with frustration. "The whole negotiation was a ruse designed by the people behind the coup. Only a few people knew the truth. Their plan was to frame Ronan and Joseph as traitors. On the day we took them, the Marakatim were going to kidnap them and hold them just long enough to make their plan look real and prove without a doubt that, indeed, they were traitors.Then, once the dust settled, they’d release them. With Ronan and Joseph missing in action, they could spin the story however they wanted, pulling them into the conspiracy without anyone suspecting otherwise."Linus furrowed his brow, clearly confused by the complexity of it all. Before he could ask more questions, Joseph spoke up from behind the wheel, his voice calm but grim. He explained every detail, laying out the plan as if it were a twisted puzzle that had been slowly coming together right under their noses. By the time Joseph was don

Ronan"Her mother alerted you about the coup?" Linus asked, his voice edged with suspicion.I shook my head."No, she alerted my father. She had gone to deliver pastries to the Semenovs’ house and was let inside. While she waited, she overheard a conversation in a nearby room—officers talking. One of them was Lucas Antonovich, and when she heard my father's name on a list, she knew something was wrong. She was terrified, but she kept her wits about her. Lucas tortured her, trying to figure out if she had overheard anything, but she managed to convince them otherwise. That’s why my mother filed the complaint against the Semenovs."Linus’s face shifted as realisation dawned. "So that’s what happened?" he muttered, piecing it together. "We all thought the complaint had to do with the feud between your families, that you refused to be his puppet by marrying his daughter."He began to chuckle, though there was admiration behind it. "That woman was brave. Your father must have treated them w