บททั้งหมดของ Trained Not To Love You: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

RonanThe moment Lieutenant Orlov left, I sank into my chair, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on me.My hands trembled as I reached for my phone, dread creeping in as I prepared to learn the truth. I knew I had to call Abel—he was the only one who might be reachable right now, given that the rest of my friends were likely in the same precarious position as me, all of us holding the same rank except for Abel, who hadn’t yet been promoted.I dialled his number, my heart pounding as I waited for him to answer. When I finally heard his voice, it was strained, barely holding together."Ronan," he said, his voice cracking under the weight of grief."I just heard about Marc. Is it true?" I asked, though I already knew the answer. I could hear him sigh on the other end."I’m afraid so, Ronan. We left the club together," he said, his voice breaking as he spoke. I could hear the pain, the guilt, the disbelief, and it mirrored my own. I had no words of comfort to offer, no way to

Ronan"Once I resume work, I'll put in the paperwork and have them come pick Arya up from here," I said, watching Abel's eyes widen in surprise."You mean she’s here?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief.I nodded, feeling the weight of the situation more heavily than ever."Yes, in the servant’s quarters. I didn’t know what else to do, Abel. I couldn’t have her wandering around, especially with everything going on. If she goes missing and the government demands I turn her over, and I can’t, I’ll be in serious trouble. I really didn’t have a choice. I wasn’t home, so I just told them to put her in the servant’s quarters."Abel sighed, shaking his head. "You really aren’t lucky with women, it seems. She should have just turned herself in. I heard she was sloppy at the Red Cross, which is why they let her go so easily; otherwise, she’d still be free. But she wasn’t even doing her job properly."I leaned forward, narrowing my eyes at him. "You seem to know an awful lot more than I d

RonanI arrived at my father's estate, and as I walked into the house, the first person I saw was Glenda.The years had taken their toll on her; she looked tired and had aged noticeably. Her posture was humble, with her head bowed, a shadow of the woman I once knew."Good morning, Master Ronan," she greeted me, her voice soft and respectful.The anger I once felt toward her had faded. The possibility that she hadn’t drugged the decanter, as I once believed, had made me realise how unfair my judgments might have been.I hadn't yet investigated the matter fully, but I knew that someday I needed to get to the bottom of it."Good morning, Glenda," I replied, offering a small smile. "Camila sends her love."Her face brightened at the mention of her daughter, a spark of life returning to her weary eyes."I’m glad she isn’t causing you trouble, Master," she said, almost as if relieved. Perhaps she had feared I had come to complain about Camila, and her reaction made me wonder what burdens sh

RonanMy father sighed and looked at me. I could see his fatigue and worry. He wasn’t at peace, and I knew it was out of fear. A fear I had never seen in his eyes my entire life.“What is it, Father? Please tell me,” I said, hoping he would confide in me. He took a deep breath and exhaled ready to let go of what was eating him up inside."I could go head-to-head with Ighor when we were both Army generals," my father began, his voice carrying the weight of his past battles,"But now he’s a rank higher, and I’ll be retiring soon, son. You’ll have to be careful. I’m not saying you should marry his daughter, but you need to play your cards well. Your promotion was the best I could secure from Linus Dimitrov before he retired. It’s going to be rough from here on out because Ighor feels insulted."I nodded, fully aware of the challenges ahead. "I know, but I’ll figure something out. He’s not the only marshal in the federation; there are five people in that rank," I replied with a hint of res

RonanEntering the boardroom, I was immediately struck by the fact that everyone was already present.It was two minutes before the scheduled time, yet it felt as if I had arrived late. The atmosphere was tense, a clear indication of how important this meeting was.I quickly composed myself, pushing aside my worries. Abel’s expression revealed concern, but I couldn’t afford to focus on that now.I saluted my superiors and greeted my colleagues, following protocol as Abel returned my salute. The formality of it all felt slightly awkward, but it was necessary given the ranks in the room."How was your week off?" Marshal Amos Zielinski asked, his tone probing but not unkind."Quiet until I returned," I replied succinctly, keeping my response brief and to the point.Marshal Amos nodded, seeming to consider my words before continuing. "Well, I’m sure you’re aware by now of what’s happening with the Kavistanians," he said, his voice taking on a more serious tone."I am," I replied, nodding