Sasha’s POVValentino made two quick phone calls.A few minutes later, several cars and traffic police showed up. They were very polite to Valentino."Valentino, what can we do for you?" One of them asked."My wife’s car is blocked in. How is she supposed to leave? These people parked their cars like this. Shouldn’t they be towed and fined?" Valentino said sharply."Yes, absolutely!"The team got to work, and soon enough, the tow trucks hauled away all the cars surrounding mine.In no time, my car was the only one left."Finally, I can leave!" I said, feeling relieved."But you’re not driving today. Come with me. I want to take you somewhere," Valentino said, sounding mysterious."Where are we going?" I asked, a little curious about what he had in mind."It’s a good place. You’ll like it," he replied."So secretive, huh?" I said, raising an eyebrow at him."Get in the car. You’ll find out soon enough. Take a guess if you want," Valentino said as he opened the door for me.I shrugged a
Sasha’s POV"As long as you have time, I’ll make time. Do you like this option? Why don’t you just go with this package?" Valentino looked at me, waiting for my answer.I nodded, "Sure, let's go with that."Valentino talked with the staff while they turned to me and asked what kind of wedding dress I wanted to pick."Can I choose my wedding dress now?" I asked, feeling a sudden spark of excitement."Yes, you can pick one now," the staff replied."Do you want to see the dresses now? If you don’t like any, I can have one custom-made for you," Valentino said, his voice gentle and thoughtful."Let’s take a look first."The staff led me into the back room where the wedding dresses were displayed.There were so many dresses, all of them beautiful and dreamy.Each dress caught my eye. I loved them all, and I could already picture myself trying them on.After looking for a while, one dress stood out. It had a long train, a big, flowing skirt, and it was covered in stunning crystals. It was br
Sasha’s POVMy mouth was full of food, and my bowl was mostly packed with meat.I might look small and thin, but when it comes to eating, I don’t hold back.Valentino watched me, and there was this look in his eyes, like he cared about me, though he probably didn’t realize it.Watching me eat seemed to make him happy, and his mood improved just by looking at me.“Good, right?” he asked.“So good, so good!” I said, feeling excited.But then, I ate too fast and burned my mouth. I winced from the pain.“You okay?” Valentino asked, quickly standing up. He moved closer to me, pressing me to check where I had burned myself.“I’m fine, really, just a little hot,” I hurried to explain, waving my hand. “You should eat too, don’t worry about me!”“No, let me check,” he insisted. He held me still and squatted down, looking at my mouth. The corner of my lips was red from the burn, but it didn’t seem too bad.As he stared at my lips, something changed in his expression, and suddenly, he kissed me.
Sasha’s POVI looked at Kourtney’s pale face and couldn’t help but laugh.Kourtney is usually so arrogant, but now she’s speechless. It’s clear how she really is."How ugly.""I didn’t realize she looked worse in person than on TV!""So, this is my former idol. If I’d known she looked like this, I’d never have called her my goddess!""Yeah, I’m done with her."“Who do they think they are?” Kourtney was furious and wanted to shout at them. “What’s so great about her? She has a lot of fans, but it’s not like she’s flawless.”Someone pulled out their phone and started taking pictures of Kourtney.She looked awful, and she shouted, "What are you doing? Stop taking pictures! You’re violating my right to privacy!""What privacy rights? Isn’t she an actress? Doesn’t she expect people to take pictures?""If we’re taking pictures, she should be happy. After all, she’s famous.""That’s right. It’s all over now. What’s the problem?"The more people talked, the worse it got for Kourtney. Her fac
Sasha’s POVSasha and Valentino finished their meal and left the restaurant feeling satisfied."Are you happy today?" Valentino asked me in the car."Yes, I'm happy."I tried on my favorite wedding dress, bought it, and had a full stomach. Plus, seeing Kourtney so angry made me even happier. How could I not be?"Well, I'm glad you're happy," Valentino said, nodding with a smile."What if I said I wasn’t happy?" I gave him a teasing look."If you're not happy, I’d find a way to make you happy. What can I do to satisfy you?" Valentino smiled back.I looked at him for a moment and then asked, "Why are you so nice to me?""Because you’re my wife, and as your husband, it’s my duty to be nice to you," he said, sounding completely natural."But we’re not really married. Aren’t you worried that I might fall for you and become a nuisance?" I sneered. "That could be a problem for you.""No way," Valentino said with a smile.I thought about his answer and couldn’t help but reflect. Lately, I fou
Sasha’s POVThe next day, Valentino dropped me off at the filming location.“Here I am. You can go back now,” I told Valentino as I arrived.He nodded, “If you need anything, just call me. If not, take care.”With that, he drove away.After watching Valentino leave, I headed towards the crew but was stopped by Felicia.Felicia came up behind me, with Kourtney trailing behind her.“What’s going on?” I asked, looking at Felicia.“Sasha, where’s our car? Why did it disappear?” Felicia asked with an annoyed tone.“Your car?” I looked around, pretending to be confused. “I don’t know. What happened to your car? Why is it missing?”“Don’t play dumb. The cars are all around. Your car is here, but ours is gone. You need to be responsible!” Felicia shouted.Kourtney and a few staff members then rushed over.Hearing Kourtney’s accusations, the staff who had been surrounding my car quickly regretted their actions and came over to apologize.“Sasha, we’re sorry. We shouldn’t have stopped you. Can
Kourtney’s POVFelicia looked at me and said, "I have an idea, but I don't know if you'll go for it.""What is it?" I asked, feeling eager. I'd do anything to get rid of Sasha. She was a big problem for me.Felicia spoke slowly, "Cause a car accident to mess up Sasha's life. Don't kill her, just make her disabled so she can't come back."I lit up, "That's a great plan! Why didn't you say this earlier?"Felicia frowned. "I just thought of it. Plus, it's tricky to cause an accident. You can't do it yourself, right?""You do it," I told Felicia. "I'll pay you. Don't worry about me being unfair.""Me?" Felicia shook her head quickly. "I can't. If I go to jail, it's over for me.""So scared?" I sneered. "Forget it if you're too scared. But if you have money, you can find someone to do it for you.""What do you mean?" Felicia asked."Just hire someone and make sure it happens fast," I said."Okay, I'll find someone soon," Felicia nodded.—---Sasha’s POV Over there, the director called Kou
Sasha’s POVI was driving skillfully and in a good mood, humming a little tune. I was feeling good despite all the problems I had. I kept thinking about how I would get back everything I wanted, including my company. As I was getting ready to turn, I signaled and suddenly a truck appeared in front of me. I swerved the steering wheel sharply to avoid it. Out of nowhere, the car behind me suddenly collided with my rear end.In the distance, Valentino had just entered this lane. He immediately recognized my car and intended to say hello, but then he noticed a strange car following me closely. Concerned, he decided to follow the car that was tailing me.His face darkened as he realized something was wrong. He couldn’t understand why someone would be following me and why they might want to harm me. He had helped deal with Kourtney before, but this seemed different. He wanted to find out who this person was and what they were planning.I didn’t realize what was happening behind me. I was
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