Sasha's POVIn the past few days, Valentino has been picking me up almost every day.My crew colleagues have noticed him and even dared to ask for autographs and take photos with him. Some even chatted with him.They’ve found out that Valentino isn’t as scary as the rumors say. Despite being a powerful figure, he’s really good to me.Because of Valentino, I ended up on hot search again.On Instagram, there are comments everywhere about Valentino being handsome and overbearing, while people say I’m lucky to have such a husband.Some even suggest that I got the role of No. 3 in the cast because Valentino helped me get it, to fulfill my wish.Looking at these comments on Instagram, I find them both funny and annoying.They completely distort the facts.My relationship with Valentino is just contractual, OK? There’s no love involved. The role of female No. 3 is due to Director Hugo’s choice, not because of Valentino.But honestly, I don’t care about these online comments. As an actor, I c
Sasha's POVWhen I heard Valentino call Fred a perv, I twitched my mouth. “What can Fred be? He’s a big star. Do you have a misunderstanding about him?”“Doesn’t he like men?” Valentino said coldly. “Isn’t that abnormal? What’s interesting about him?”“Even if he likes men, it’s not a perversion. Homosexuality isn’t a disease,” I said, feeling frustrated. “You shouldn’t say that about Fred. He’s a really nice person.”I kept defending Fred.Valentino was clearly cold and confused.“Maybe that’s why he gets close to people like you. He says he’s gay, then gets close to women, and then causes trouble for them. I see so many people like this. You’re foolish for getting close to him. You don’t even know who to turn to when it goes wrong.” Valentino said this with a cold tone.I laughed, “You care about me?”“What can I care about you? I just want to remind you that you’re my wife now. Do you think I’d be happy if my wife cheated on me?” Valentino said, looking annoyed.His face was dark,
Sasha's POVSitting next to me, Valentino looked a bit nervous.We usually drive ourselves or have a driver who doesn’t drive this fast. But I seemed to have no fear and drove like a madwoman. I was overtaking the cars in front of me in no time.Soon, I was in second place.Valentino was surprised. He didn’t expect me to be such a skilled driver. I might look soft and weak, but I was fearless behind the wheel.Eventually, I caught up to the first car.The driver of the other car shouted through the open window, “Want to race?”“Yes!” I called back with a smile. “I’m going to beat you! Is the prize mine?”“Of course,” the driver replied with a grin. “But you have to win first. If I lose, there’ll be no prize.”“Alright, let’s go!” I said, laughing.I made a sharp turn, the car nearly floating as I quickly caught up with the leader.With the finish line ahead, I pushed the car to its limits.Before long, I passed the car in front of me, finishing just ahead.I stopped the car and jumped
Sasha's POV “What are you laughing at?” Valentino frowned.“No, it just looks like you’re out of place here,” I said with a smile. I think I look pretty good when I smile, with my eyes curving up and my thick eyelashes. It probably makes me look cute.There are two dimples that make my smile really sweet.It’s different from Sandra.Sandra’s smile isn’t as simple as mine.I noticed Valentino was comparing me to Sandra, and it seemed ridiculous to me. After all, we’re two different people.Shaking off those thoughts, Valentino looked around. Everyone here seemed so happy. Even though they were all students, they looked way more carefree and joyful than he seemed to be.Even though the place wasn’t the cleanest, seeing the happy students around made the mood feel relaxed.I had ordered a lot of food, and soon it all arrived—spicy hot chicken barbecue, and various snacks.The table was piled with food.Valentino looked at all the food and said, “Why did you order so much? I can’t eat th
Sasha's POVMy heart was racing as I rushed to Valentino, gently patting his cheek. “Valentino, what’s wrong? You can’t just die on me!”I quickly checked for his breath and felt a wave of relief and tears when I realized he was still breathing.“You’re still alive?” I said, feeling frantic as I searched for my phone.“Idiot, I’m not dead,” Valentino said weakly. He sounded both annoyed and amused. He was young; he shouldn’t just drop dead like this.“You’re awake?” I asked, panicking even more. “What’s happening to you?”His forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his face was twisted in pain. He looked really miserable.“My stomach hurts,” Valentino said.“Your stomach?” I asked, feeling a pang of guilt. “Could it be because of the food we had?”“I don’t know,” he said, shaking his head in pain. He looked so bad he could barely speak.“Should I call 911?” I asked, feeling increasingly distressed seeing him like this.“Just call Dr. Rob,” Valentino said.Seeing his painful condition,
Valentino's POVI was feeling comfortable and almost falling asleep when I suddenly got up because of Sasha. I narrowed my eyes in annoyance.“Don’t go,” I blurted out.“I just need to open the door for Dr. Rob. I’ll be right back,” Sasha said, trying to comfort me like I was a child. “I’ll be up soon, don’t worry.”She quickly went downstairs to open the door.Dr. Rob was at the door, dressed in a windbreaker and carrying a medicine box. When he saw Sasha, he greeted her with a smile. “Sasha—no, Mrs. Rex. It’s nice to see you again!”Sasha smiled back. “Dr. Rob, please come in. He’s upstairs in the room, in a lot of pain. He can’t get up.”“Don’t worry. He’s stubborn, but he won’t die from this,” Dr. Rob said, half-joking.Even though he said that, he hurried upstairs. He didn’t want his good friend and his employer to suffer.In the room, I was lying on the bed, looking at Dr. Rob with a cold stare. I wasn’t happy to see him because his arrival interrupted the comfort I was finally
Sasha's POV“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize your stomach was so sensitive. I didn’t mean for you to suffer like this,” I said, looking at Valentino, who had always been so strong, now lying in bed looking pitiful.“Yes, it’s because you made me eat those things that I’m feeling this way,” Valentino said with a sad face.I felt a lump in my throat. Hearing him complain like that made me feel even worse.“I’ll take care of you until you’re better,” I said. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep massaging you to help you feel better. Dr. Rob said it’s not too serious and you’ll get better soon.”“You should listen to him. I’m really in pain, even though I don’t want to complain,” Valentino said.“Still in pain?” I asked, feeling concerned. I started rubbing his stomach.My hands gently massaged his stomach, and Valentino closed his eyes, looking relaxed, almost like a sleepy cat enjoying the moment.“Is it better?” I asked.“Much better,” he said.“If you’re comfortable, I’ll keep rubbing,” I said.I was
Sasha’s POVThe next day, I suddenly woke up.As soon as I looked up, I noticed that Valentino's bag of salt water had disappeared. I was stunned for a moment. Then I realized there was a hand around my waist."What's the matter?" Valentino asked sleepily."I, I fell asleep all of a sudden yesterday, but I didn't see that your water was gone. The alarm clock didn't go off either," I said, frowning and reproaching myself."It's OK. Dr. Rob took care of it for me. I didn't wake you up when I saw you sleeping," Valentino said indifferently, releasing his hold on me.I scrambled out of bed, my cheeks flushed."Are you feeling better?""Much better." Valentino wanted to pretend he was still in pain, but seeing how worried I was, he didn't have the heart to keep up the pretense.I was relieved. "I'll go back to my room to change clothes and wash up.""Go ahead."Back in my room, I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was a bit messy, and my cheeks were red. I suddenly felt like a fire wa
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