บททั้งหมดของ Trained Not To Love You: บทที่ 231 - บทที่ 240

RonanJoseph and I sat across from the three marshals in charge—my father, Joseph’s father, and Marc’s father. The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension as we conveyed everything we had learned.When we mentioned Nikolas and Raina, their faces fell into a mixture of shock and disbelief. It was clear that they hadn’t anticipated such a twist. It felt as though the weight of the world had descended upon them.“Would the Belvarians get us the intel we need on time?” Amos Zielinski asked, his voice steady yet filled with an underlying urgency. I nodded in response, feeling a flicker of hope.“Frederick secured the right evidence for the questioning. It helped us back Lucas into a corner, forcing him to spill everything,” I explained. Amos seemed relieved, though I could sense a lingering tension in the air.“Speaking of Lucas, is it possible to cut him a deal to make this easier for us?” I ventured cautiously, knowing the gravity of my words. Almost instantly, I felt the disapprov

RonanMy phone rang early in the morning, shattering the stillness of my dreams. I blinked my eyes open, struggling to shake off the remnants of sleep.The clock read four in the morning, its bright numbers glowing like a beacon in the dark. I wondered who could possibly be calling at this hour. Just as I was about to push the call away, a loud bang echoed at my door, the knock urgent jolting me upright.“What's going on?” I thought, a wave of concern washing over me. Camila stirred in her sleep, her brow furrowing as the noise broke through her peaceful slumber. I reached out to gently shake her shoulder, trying to calm her down, but her eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep.“What is going on?” she mumbled, her voice thick with confusion.“Go back to bed, Malish,” I said softly, attempting to reassure her. “Just a small issue.” But deep down, I knew this was more than a small issue. I couldn’t let her see my worry; I had to stay calm. I glanced at the phone again and saw the n

RonanWhen we finally breached the building, the inside unfolded before us like a grim theatre of violence.The air was thick with smoke, and debris littered the floor, remnants of chaos that painted a stark picture of a war zone.Papers lay scattered, some torn in half, while splintered wood formed makeshift barriers that hinted at the desperation of the struggle that had taken place here. My pulse was pounding so loudly in my ears that it nearly drowned out the chaos around us, each beat a reminder of the urgency of our mission.In the centre of this madness, I spotted Gregory Novikov, our head of state, bound to a chair. His face was bruised, a vivid map of the violence he had endured, but his eyes remained clear and defiant.Next to him, Linus Dimitrov, equally determined, was chained to the floor, his expression revealing a mix of fear and unyielding resolve. And looming over them both was the last person I had ever expected to see in such a twisted position of authority—Nikolas

RonanWhen Erin, Ashton, and I stepped through the front door, an uneasy quiet settled over us. We were all a bit shaken, our nerves still raw. Inside, everyone was gathered in the living room, waiting anxiously. My father and Uncle Dimitri stood alert, guns in hand. Clearly, they were prepared for whatever might happen, ready to defend the family in case Nikolas sent his men to attack. The tension in the room was thick and stifling, every breath heavy with unspoken fears.As soon as we walked in, my mother rushed toward Erin and me, her face pale and eyes wide with worry. I could see how scared she was, her usual calm replaced by sheer panic. Her hands moved quickly, almost frantically, to check us over, making sure we were alright. In her worry, she pressed a little too hard on my shoulder, where I’d been wounded, and I flinched from the sharp, unexpected pain.“Oh, I’m so sorry! Do you need that looked at?” she asked, her voice trembling. She looked at me, her eyes full of guilt an

RonanIt took two full days for the head of state to make his official announcement. By then, his face had healed enough to hide most of the bruising, and whatever swelling was left from the beating his own brother had given him was concealed with makeup.Nikolas and Raina Semenov had both been arrested and would soon face judgment. Although we knew there were forces involved outside our borders, we lacked the jurisdiction to go after them.Our focus had to remain here, on protecting our country from these internal threats and building the kinds of alliances that would keep us safe.With the enemy at home neutralised, the dangers beyond didn’t seem as pressing. We’d always have adversaries outside our borders, but they felt less formidable now.None of this could have happened without the support of the Belvarian Resistance. I could only hope the head of state would recognise and honor their contributions when the time came.We were all gathered in the living room for the announcement