Trained Not To Love You의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

RonanArya's behaviour from the moment she first saw Camila deeply troubled me. I never expected her to be so cruel and filled with hatred. It frustrated me immensely. Despite the difficult circumstances, I was determined to protect what little innocence Camila had left. She carried such a heavy burden, unfairly inherited through life's harshness. When I brought her into my home, I hoped it would become a sanctuary where she could rediscover the happiness and hope she once knew. But Arya seemed intent on crushing any chance of that. I wondered if I had to endure Arya's hostility, even though I wasn't married to her.Though I hadn't yet met Katya, my daughter, I wanted her to grow up in a nurturing environment of balance and peace. I knew the prejudices against children born to Belvarian slaves in Jorvik, and I vowed never to subject Katya to such mistreatment. She deserved nothing less than respect, dignity, love, and a secure home — things my parents had begun to provide, but I

CamilaIt was finally the day of Katya's arrival, and I couldn't contain my excitement. Master Ronan had done a wonderful job preparing the nursery for her, and Arya wasn't involved. I could feel the tension between them, but I kept out of it.When the driver approached the gate, Master Ronan, Miss Arya, and I stood outside, eagerly awaiting Katya's arrival. My heart raced with anticipation. It had been so long since I last saw my girl, and I yearned to hold her in my arms again.As the car pulled up, I was surprised to see Madame Melania holding Katya. The resemblance was striking—Katya looked just like her grandmother, unmistakably a Morozov.The moment Katya was handed over, she smiled at me. "Camila, here," Madame Melania said, passing Katya to me, but Ronan gently took her from her grandmother's arms. His face softened with affection as he held his daughter for the first time. It was a beautiful moment, and although I knew there would be many more like it, I let the image lin

Camila"If you need anything, just call me," Ronan said, holding his ceremonial cap tightly in his hands. He had been summoned to the headquarters, and there was an emergency. He might even be sent to a different country. I could see the worry in his eyes. Arya had cried all night, and I had worried for him, too, but these weren't peaceful times. We knew there was a possibility he wouldn't be coming home, so we braced ourselves for it.Ronan held Katya in his arms and kissed her little hand. "Daddy will be back before you know it," he told her softly. She touched his cheek and giggled, her laughter a soothing balm to our worried hearts. Katya was always a joy, bringing light and laughter to us all."Take care of her," he said to me, his voice filled with trust and concern. Honestly, he didn't need to ask. She was mine, too, but I understood his reason for saying it."Don't worry. I will make sure of it," Arya chimed in, trying to sound reassuring. Ronan's smile dropped instantly.

Camila"Master Ronan hasn't been gone for long, and you've already been cruel to his child. What kind of wife will you be?" I asked, my voice trembling with anger and sadness. Arya walked up to me and slapped me hard across the face. The sting of her hand left my cheek burning."Slaves don't talk back to their masters," she hissed. I looked at her with defiance, my heart pounding."I am not your slave, and you are not my Master. So watch it, Arya. If you ever speak to that girl like that again, I will risk everything to make sure you are exposed," I said, my voice steady despite the fear bubbling inside me. She laughed, a cold, mocking sound that sent shivers down my spine."Who will you expose me to? Ronan? Do you think he will believe you? A lowly Belvarian slave? You're just a nanny and a servant, nothing more. You can't do what I can for him," She said and looked at me mockingly."You can't warm his bed, love him, have his children, or be with him. You can't be his company and co

Camila"Clive, I want those two knuckleheads dismissed," Ronan told his driver calmly."Yes, sir," Clive replied. I was still shaken, but relief washed over me. I was grateful.When we arrived at the house, Ronan and I rushed inside. We could hear Katya crying from her room. We both hurried to her crib, finding her alone and distressed. I was soaked and couldn't pick her up, so Ronan gently lifted her in his arms, trying to soothe her."Go and shower and change your clothes. I will stay with her tonight," he said softly. I realised he wasn't going upstairs, which meant Arya wouldn't know he was home. I had a feeling that tomorrow wouldn't be pleasant for Arya. At that moment, all I felt was immense gratitude. "Once you are done, you can come," Ronan added. I nodded, still processing everything that had happened.I didn't spend too long in the bathroom. I slipped into a simple pair of pyjamas and returned to the room. By then, Ronan was dressed only in his vest and trousers. Katya