บททั้งหมดของ Trained Not To Love You: บทที่ 221 - บทที่ 230

RonanCamila and I managed to get dressed just in time for dinner. I wasn’t completely ready, but I figured that what I had on would be enough to get me through the evening. Deep down, I longed to stay in the room with her for as long as I could.To do that, I decided I would take her and Katya back to my house. I needed to keep my mother out of my business. Thankfully, she would be busy with Erin for a while, and that was just fine with me.As we made our way downstairs, I could sense Camila's nervousness. She held herself a bit stiffly, and I understood why. It wasn’t just the looming dinner; it was everything that came with it—the stares, the whispers, and the judgments. But no matter what happened during dinner, I had made up my mind to stand my ground.I felt a surge of determination. I knew Nerania was always an option if things got too tense. I was ready to leave with my family if it came to that. I was done with all the unnecessary restrictions and the heavy expectations that

RonanAshton bowed his head, tears streaming down his face, each drop a testament to his heartbreak. I felt helpless, unsure of what to say or do, so we simply let him cry, allowing the silence to cradle his pain.“So Fredrick is Camila's father?” My mother finally broke the sombre stillness, her voice soft yet filled with disbelief.Glenda nodded slowly, and I instinctively reached for Camila’s hand beneath the table, squeezing gently to help her stay grounded amid the storm of emotions swirling around us.“You mean you were Fredrick Johnson's wife and Camila, his daughter?” My father asked, his surprise palpable. Glenda nodded again, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.“He was a very powerful man in his time,” my father said, shaking his head in disbelief. “I would have never expected that his wife and daughter would be in my home. This is something else…” He exchanged a glance with Uncle Dimitri, and I could see the sadness reflected in my uncle's eyes, a deep sorrow that resonat

RonanThe room fell silent as his words settled over us like a heavy blanket. I could see my mother’s struggle, her heart torn between wanting to keep her son close and understanding his need to protect his family, even if it meant returning to a place that carried so much pain. The tension in the air felt almost palpable, and I could sense the love that intertwined with the worry in my mother’s heart.Erin’s gaze softened, a flicker of gratitude shining in his eyes as he met my father’s understanding stare. I wished I could ease my mother’s pain, to help her understand that sometimes love required sacrifice, and sometimes the best thing you could do for someone was to let them go. But as the silence lingered, I realized there were no easy answers, only the heavy weight of our choices and the love that bound us all together, even as we faced the unknown.“Knowing you are alive and well is a blessing,” my father said, his voice steady, yet filled with warmth. “And learning that you are

RonanJoseph and I entered the interrogation room, the atmosphere thick with tension. Abel and Lucas stared at us, their faces pale, as if they’d seen ghosts. I couldn’t help but wonder how Abel would react when he finally saw Marc. That would truly be a sight to behold.“Surprise,” I said, flashing a smirk at Abel. His expression shifted to anger, and I relished it.Joseph and I drew our chairs up, resting our arms on the table, ready for a game of psychological warfare.“Guess you aren’t happy to see us,” Joseph remarked, casting a glance at both of them. Lucas merely smirked, his arrogance palpable.“You have nothing on us. They’ll have to let us go eventually,” he replied, but I couldn’t help but laugh.“Some confidence you have there,” I said, relishing the moment. His bravado didn’t seem to faze me.“You should worry more about yourself, Ronan. Ighor is creating an official report about your conduct with that Belvarian whore in your home,” Abel shot back, a sly smile creeping on

Ronan"Abel, is that true?" Lucas asked, disbelief coloring his voice as he turned to Abel. The silence hung in the air like a thick fog, and Abel, still in shock from my revelations, refused to respond."Jorvik is our country..." Lucas continued, sounding lost. The weight of the betrayal settled heavily on his shoulders, and it was evident he was grappling with the implications.Abel let out a harsh laugh, breaking the tension. "You mean your country. This corrupt piece of shit never did anything for me. I had to grovel my way up. I only got promotions when someone was out of the picture. I was never the first choice. My entire career in the military has been a joke." His voice dripped with disdain."You’re a colonel, and these two privileged fucks are lieutenant generals. Is that even fair? Just because their fathers are in power? You had to try to marry a Semenov to get a push, which Zielinski shut down."Lucas’s expression shifted from shock to anger as Abel continued, “What kind