Sasha's POVKourtney is also a popular actress. She has a great figure with a lot of curves. I heard she likes to act like a big shot and isn’t easy to get along with."Emilia, what about Fred?" I asked.Emilia said, "Fred doesn’t like dealing with people much. As long as you don’t intentionally offend him, you should be fine. But with Kourtney, be very careful. If you don’t cross her, she won’t cause trouble. But actresses who work with her often don’t want to do it again because she likes to create issues with other women. She’s fine with men though."Emilia looked disgusted when he talked about Kourtney.I nodded. I’d heard about Kourtney too—she's a difficult woman, especially towards other women. She treats men well as long as they’re good-looking."What should I do, then?" I asked.Emilia said, "You’re new to this, so be extra careful. I’ve agreed to be your agent. I’ll help you out during filming when I can.""Emilia, you don’t have to be my agent now. I’m not a big star yet. W
Sasha's POV"You’re so sharp and cunning," Margaret said, taking a deep breath and holding it. Then she turned to the woman beside her and asked, "Honey, can you see if she broke the clothes?"The woman nodded immediately, seeming easy to control.The salesperson looked at me and said, "Miss, since you broke the clothes, you need to pay for them. Otherwise, we’ll have to call the police.""Oh, go ahead and call the police," I replied, unimpressed."What’s the point of calling the police? Are you scared of being investigated?" Margaret seemed anxious, afraid of what might come out."What are you worried about? Why should it matter to you if the police are called?" Emilia asked, frowning at Margaret. She also felt something was off."It has nothing to do with me. Let’s just go shopping. Come on, honey, let’s leave them," Margaret said, pulling the woman and trying to walk away.I stepped in front of Margaret and said, "You can’t go. You were here too and might be involved. I don’t know
Sasha's POVI slapped my face lightly and smiled a bit, my dark eyes looking especially nice."Find out how much money this card has and if I’m going to run away because I can’t pay for a skirt."I handed the card to one of the salespeople.The salesperson looked at the store manager, who then looked at the police. The police were surprised. "Since Sasha wants to clear things up, we can check the card."The card’s value was shocking.With hundreds of millions of dollars, it was clear I wasn’t short of money.The salespeople who had been unfriendly to me suddenly changed their attitude and became respectful.After all, I was rich."Sasha, I’m sorry for the misunderstanding. You clearly aren’t short of money. I believe you wouldn’t do something like that!" The store manager handed the card back to me.Seeing the store manager’s change in attitude, Margaret was immediately unhappy."What does it matter how rich she is?" Margaret asked coldly."I’m sure I have more money than you. How abo
Sasha's POVValentino talked with Sandra downstairs for a long time. I couldn’t eavesdrop from upstairs, and I felt a little uneasy. I took the script and fell asleep.I’m not sure how long I’ve been sleeping, but I woke up feeling really hungry and saw that it was already dark. Hadn’t they finished talking yet?I bit my lip, feeling a bit resentful. After storming out of the room, I found that Valentino and Sandra were no longer in the living room. “And sir?” I asked the maid. “He went out with Sandra,” the maid replied.I had a bad feeling in my heart. “Is there anything to eat? I’m starving,” I said, looking at the maid. “There’s some lunch left, ma’am. Do you want it?” the maid asked.“Yes, please,” I said. The maid heated the meal, and then I sat alone at the dining table. The maid looked at me with sympathy as I ate. “Madam, did Sandra really take over your company? Aren’t you concerned about the Boss?” the maid asked while cleaning, glancing at me.I was taken aback by
Sasha's POV“You all remember, I didn’t break this vase. Sasha did,” Rose said, looking at the other maids around her. It felt like Rose thought she was the real mistress of the house, not me. I felt my mouth twitch at Rose’s words and asked, “What do you mean?”“You think you’re the mistress here? I’d like to see if Valentino believes you or believes me,” Rose said with a smirk. “If Valentino believes a maid, it seems you’re not really the mistress after all, right?”I was momentarily stunned. “Oh, you want to play games? I’m not going to cooperate with you.”Even though I said that, I was worried. Valentino might not believe me. After all, Rose has been with him for years, and if she’s been around that long, she must be someone he trusts.“If you break something, you pay for it. I’m not playing this game with you,” I said coldly. “A maid shouldn’t talk to the wife like that.”“Oh? But they’re all on my side, not yours,” Rose said, looking at the other maids.The maids looked confu
Sasha's POVI went upstairs to my room, feeling a heavy ache in my heart and throat. Valentino didn’t believe me at all. I had never caused trouble for him, never planned anything against him, but he still didn’t trust me. I felt cold inside, with a bitter smile on my lips. If he doesn’t believe me, so be it. Anyway, I’ll be leaving sooner or later. It doesn’t really matter if he believes me or not. Sandra is already moving into the house. I probably won’t be here for long. What I need to do now is to become stronger and earn more money as soon as possible. I can only rely on myself. I took a bath to clear my mind, then read the script and went over the lines for the first day before going to bed. The next morning, I got up early to catch a taxi or bus. I couldn’t afford to be late on my first day at the cast. It’s a rare opportunity. I skipped breakfast and got ready to leave. Rose was also up. When she saw me, she said sarcastically, “You don’t believe what I said. Now you
Sasha's POVIn the temporary tent, I changed into my costume. I had several beautiful outfits to choose from.At first, I wore light-colored clothes like goose yellow, light pink, and light blue. They looked very elegant.Later, I'd wear darker clothes for the role in the play.I found the costumes really interesting.It was my first time wearing ancient clothes, and I thought they looked great on me.The makeup artist did my makeup, and the hairdresser styled my hair. Soon, I looked like I’d stepped out of ancient times.In the mirror, I almost didn’t recognize myself. My long hair, pretty hairpins, and little decorations made me look so clean and polished."It's beautiful," the stylist said, clearly amazed. "You look like you belong in ancient times.""Really?" I smiled."I think you’re on par with Kourtney. Young and stunning," said a junior makeup artist."Shh, don’t say that! If Kourtney hears you, you’ll be in trouble!" the senior makeup artist warned."I’m just speaking the tru
Sasha's POV"You tripped me!" Kourtney yelled."Kourtney, you must be joking. How could I trip you? Our feet were far apart. How could I trip you from that distance?" I said, my mouth twitching.I understood what Kourtney meant.She was looking for trouble with me."Kourtney, you spilled the wine yourself. Just because you're a top actress doesn't mean you can blame us newcomers. We are very careful when filming, especially since it's our first time. We wouldn't make such a small mistake." I looked at Kourtney seriously.Kourtney was taken aback, not expecting me to talk back.She was used to being the only one to speak, with no newcomers daring to blame her.But I didn't hold back. I directly said it wasn't my fault.People around me started pointing at Kourtney.Even though Kourtney's actions weren't that obvious, given the distance between us, there was no way our feet could have touched and caused her to almost fall."I said you tripped me, so you did," Kourtney said coldly. "Why
Valentino’s POV I promised if I found Sasha, I was going to make her my wife. This time for real and no longer would she be a placeholder. “Arrgh,” I screamed as Jared let me in on Sasha being kidnapped by that fool, Dave Martin. I had beaten him to a bulb and had him leave her alone. After all these years, all these moments, he had been lurking, laying siege to Sasha, and I..I foolishly let her leave into harm’s way. Sasha was a beautiful bird and a lot of predators were circling her, trying to take advantage of her. “Get me Dave on the line, Jared,” my voice hurried as I threw my fists in the air. “Dave Partner boss?” Jared questioned. I didn’t know if to smack his face or to laugh this over with but there were no jokes tonight. Only thing on my mind was getting Sasha back, here with me, whole and as my real wife. “Fuck it Jared, I’m talking about Dave Martin, get him on the line now. Didn’t you just tell me he’s the one who’s got Sasha and you're talking some gibberish.”
Sasha’s POV “Let me go…please..let..me..g…” I had a wood plank on my head and I lost consciousness. It was at this moment I wished I had not run away from Valentino. Problems seemed to follow me each time I was away from him. He was a refuge and a strong fortress for me and this time, more than ever, I hoped he’d found me. I felt a weight over my body as I slowly gained consciousness. Studying the environment, I opened my right eye slowly, as it hurt so much, and my head hurt so much to open even my very own eyes. I was tied up in a chair and I couldn’t tell where exactly I was but it didn’t seem like a warehouse. I could tell this was someone’s house but couldn’t tell who exactly it was. “I am blindfolded so how do I even know where this is,” I uttered under my breath. Maybe I should scream and some passer-by could come to my rescue or call the police and I could get out of here. I didn’t want any of those men who must have brought me here to find me here. They were damn mea
Sasha’s POV “What was that?” I yelled, my voice shaking with frustration. I couldn’t believe Emilia had let me down like this. She was the only one I had trusted with my secret, the only person who knew exactly where I was. I had begged her not to tell anyone until I was far away, safe in Spain. And now, it felt like everything was crashing down around me. I felt this deep pain in my chest like someone was pressing down on me with the weight of a thousand boulders. Everything I loved had been ripped away from me. My family was gone, my company had been stolen from me, and even Valentino—my Valentino—was no longer by my side. There was nothing left for me here. Nothing. But when I heard Valentino’s voice over the phone, it did something to me. It was like a tiny spark in a room full of darkness. My heart, which had felt so cold and broken, suddenly stirred with the smallest flicker of life. “I can’t do this anymore,” I whispered, talking to no one but myself. “I can’t stay here.
Valentino's POV I grab Emilia’s phone and frantically try to call Sasha, but I can’t get through. Frustrated, I look at Emilia coldly and ask, "Do you know where she is? What do you know about her?" "I... I don’t know," Emilia says, frowning. "Sasha is being super careful this time. She didn’t tell me where she’s staying. She said you might come looking for her through me, so she didn’t want to risk it because she thinks I can't keep a secret." Emilia pouts, looking all upset. "But it's late. Maybe she's already asleep, so not picking up isn’t that weird." Jared turns to me. "What about tomorrow?" I frown, thinking it over for a second. "Track her number. Find out where Sasha is," I say, determined. "Alright, I’ll get someone to track her phone and find her," Jared replies, nodding. Emilia just watches us, looking a little confused. She pouts again, like she’s thinking something over, but doesn’t say anything after a while. Finally, she shrugs. "You guys do your thing. I’m
Sasha's POV Fred and I are really funny after we drink too much. We keep guessing things and playing games, and we hold each other a lot.Gabriel looks annoyed as he tries to separate us, not wanting us to keep holding on to each other."Enough already! Stop it!" Gabriel frowns and says, "You’re both drunk.""We're not drunk!""Yeah, you’re the one who's drunk!" We both stare at him for a moment and then start laughing.Gabriel looks frustrated as he watches us, knowing he can’t change our minds.Luckily, Fred and I pass out after drinking. That gives Gabriel some time to clean up after us.Over the next two days, I talked with Gabriel and Fred about starting a film company in the United States.In the end, Gabriel agrees that Fred and I can work together to plan this film company.…Valentino's POV I keep searching for Sasha, but with Gabriel and Sandra causing problems for me, I haven’t heard from her at all.Jared comes to my house and tells me what he’s found during his search.
Valentino's POV Sasha disappeared, and for two days, I, Valentino, searched for her, but I couldn’t find her anywhere.Jared was looking everywhere too. He tried all kinds of things, but it felt like someone was always getting in the way. Many surveillance cameras had been hacked, and some videos were missing, so he couldn’t find Sasha directly.I was left with no choice but to use the simplest method: sending a lot of people to ask about Sasha’s whereabouts.All over the city, people were taking photos of Sasha, trying to find out where she was.But no one knew where she had gone.It was like she had vanished completely.I was losing my mind. I couldn’t believe Sasha had disappeared from my life, and I just couldn’t accept it.“It’s time for you to eat, sir,” one of the maids said, sounding worried about me. I had lost a lot of weight in just two days. “Even if you don’t eat, your wife might not show up. You should have a good meal. I don’t think she would want to see you like this.
Sasha's POV I looked at Gabriel like he was an idiot. "If I went to be a cook with this kind of skill, I'd probably get myself killed..."Seriously, who doesn’t know how to make hot pot? It’s just tossing everything into a pot to cook. When I was studying abroad and craved hot pot, I used to make it in my dorm all the time."Really? It all looks so delicious. You seem pretty talented. How could you get yourself killed? If anyone dares to mess with you, I'll take care of them first," Gabriel said, grabbing his chopsticks to sneak a taste.Once I finished setting the table, I told him, "Sit down and eat.""Alright," he replied.But just as Gabriel was about to sit, the doorbell rang."Who is it?" I asked, looking at him."I'll go check. Maybe it's some big star!" Gabriel joked as he ran to the door, chatting briefly with whoever was outside.From the sound of it, it seemed like more than one person had shown up. A little curious, I peeked out and saw a familiar face.Why is he here?I
Sasha's POV The maid stopped me as I was leaving and asked, "Where are you going, ma'am?"It seemed like she was confused about why I was leaving. Everyone always thought my husband and I were close, so this sudden departure must've seemed strange. Maybe they thought Sandra had some evil plan to push me out.The maids didn’t trust Sandra. They knew she wasn’t a good person, and it seemed like they wanted me to stay.I smiled at the maid and said, "I'm leaving. I'll see you later."I tried to walk out with my head held high, pretending everything was okay. But inside, I was breaking. I was sad, hurt, and didn’t want to leave at all.As I walked out, I could feel Sandra’s eyes on me. I knew she was smiling, satisfied with herself. With me gone, she probably thought she could hide better and make Valentino forget about me.The maids were glaring at Sandra, clearly not happy with her. But she didn’t care. She knew she would be the lady of the house soon and could treat them however she l
Valentino's POV I came back home, but I couldn’t sleep all night.Early the next morning, my phone rang. It was my grandfather telling me to come back to the old house.“I got it. I’ll be there soon,” I replied before hanging up.After changing into a fresh set of clothes, I went to Sasha’s room. She drank too much last night and stayed up late, so she was still fast asleep. Her sleeping posture was a bit messy, almost childlike, but she looked so cute.I tucked her in before heading downstairs.“My wife is still sleeping. When she wakes up, make sure to prepare some breakfast and soup to help with the hangover. If she’s not feeling well, call a doctor to check on her. I’m heading out.”“Yes, sir.”I drove off, leaving the maids to continue their work. I overheard them talking about yesterday and how drunk my wife had gotten.But one thing was clear—they knew I cared about her. They’d make sure she was well taken care of.I pulled up in front of the old house in my car. As I stepped