Sasha's POVThis was the longest night of my life. My first-hand experience at Casino Royale was indeed memorable and one I would never forget, not in a hurry.The gunshots had halted and I was scared still. “Was this what constitutes the daily life of Valentino,” I wondered.He had great guts to live such a life. No wonder it is said that behind the gleam and glamor lay an unfavorable tale. I had witnessed it for myself first hand and I knew to be king was a heavy burden.His crown was heavy and I had doubts about being his queen. I looked at myself, reflection and reality dawning on me. How could I handle his shoes, if he let me fill it?“Come outside Sasha and see the faces of all of them that wished death on us, come spit on their dirty faces,” Valentino screamed as he raised his hand with two pistols, one on each hand, and turned around as he screamed and laughed.I peeped outside as I scanned the environment to ensure there was no one left to hurt me. I had seen it in the movie
Sasha’s POV I got into the helicopter with Valentino following behind. I sat down there as I thought about the kind of life that awaited me. As I looked down from the view up there, I could see the whole city in view. I looked at the scene we had just left and saw a mass of bodies and the cops coming into the scene. Valentino seemed well-connected even in places I didn't expect. While we flew ahead, I noticed he had a call on his phone, I took it up to hand over to him when I noticed the caller. It was the police chief. I listened to the content of their call and overheard Valentino telling the police chief to handle the situation as it was an assassination attempt on him. “Sweetheart, I hope you're not hurt,” I asked, deeply concerned. “Dear, I'm fine, just a little thing I am thinking about,” he responded. Valentino’s face was etched with deep concern. Was he scared about me? I could remember Rose’s warnings to me and how she told me Valentino had lost three women
Sasha's POVI can't let Rose die like that. She warned me that he would kill her if he found out. I paced back and forth, thinking about what move to make to forestall this conversation. My mouth ran so fast, like running water out of a leaking tap.“What’s wrong with you? Why are you moving around in such a manner?” Valentino questioned me.“I’m feeling pressed; I need to make use of the restroom,” I said in a bid to waste away time and have him forget about this topic.I hope he doesn’t bring it back up. The Valentino I was getting to know wouldn’t forget things so easily. He seemed to have a photographic memory, always paying attention to the details, even those one might have felt did not matter.I watched him raise his hand, tap some buttons on his watch, and give a command, and someone was speaking back at him. He asked that someone come to where we were, and before I could say, Jack Robinson, a maid was here.She had come out of a building that seemed to be a kind of servant's
Chapter 23 Sasha’s POV I couldn't believe that I would be here having to deal with a pain in the ass. I was still trying to understand and fit into Valentino’s mold and here comes this fool. I watched her arrogance and the authority in her voice. She was bold and daring. Did she think I had come to take over her empire cos she walked and acted like she was the next in line within this vicinity? Well, if that's her thoughts then surely she was right. I am taking over this place without any room. Where was she when I was caught up in an assassination attempt at Valentino, where was she when I walked into a dead end with him? Had she been as good as she felt, he should have ended up with her. Such good riddance to bad rubbish. It's time to let her know the boundary lines and she shouldn't get on my nerves, else she'd be the next person to— While I was speaking in my mind she interrupted me saying, “Here’s the restroom. Excuse me.” “Keep it clean after use. You do understand me,
Sasha’s POVI strolled in as I paid attention to my carriage and moved with great grace. As I approached, I heard Valentino call me, “Where have you been? You need to prepare for tonight!”“What’s going on tonight?” I was shocked that we might have another activity occurring again. Doesn’t this guy get tired? A little rest is good for the soul, but he seemed to have a calendar packed out with events. From business to partying to events, and down to outright playing and untold activities. I know you understand what I mean; he had time to drink and smoke.“Valentino, we just came back from a shooting spree, and at that club, you need to rest. And I’m not gonna lie to you; my body sure would need some rest. I’m fagged out, understood?” He looked at me and said nothing but walked out of my sight as he paid me no further attention. I couldn’t let him walk out on me like this. Besides, what did I do? I only asked to sit this out. I never liked myself when I made him feel this way, and I
Sasha’s POV“What am I going to be putting on tonight? This is all I’ve got on me,” I said as I was about to walk away.Valentino stopped and turned back to me, saying, “That reminds me; once you get to your room, call me, and the stylist will come and take your measurements and get you something suited for a woman like you.”I chuckled and said my thanks to him as I wondered where my room was. It was a massive mansion, up to seven times the size of his other house. While I reveled in the beauty of the structure before me, Valentino spoke again.“Your room is on the first floor. Once you’re in the building the chief maid will take you there. She’ll know you once she sees you.”“Okay, thank you, sweetie,” I said as I was about to step in.Valentino being the man he was stopped me once again. Could we just stop this start and stop this start and talk movement we are having, it wasn’t as though I was not enjoying it. It simply was kind of a childish delight of some sort.“Where’s my good
Sasha’s POVI stepped into the room, my eyes welling up in tears as I saw what was before me. Valentino had sent me another set of gifts. As I got closer to the bed, I saw a card placed on the gift box. I took the card with my left hand and flipped it open to read the words that were written inside the card and they blew me away.Thank you for coming into my life. Before you came into my life, I never felt this. I never told you this but you mean the world to me. I know I’ve not spoken the best of words to you but I want you to know that I love you. I took all the time in the world to put this together, so this letter can put a smile on your face and comfort you whenever I am away from you or, at times, when I am not there for you. I love your smile; I love the look in your eyes, how they sparkle, and the way you are concerned about me. I just want to let you know how beautiful your heart is. Never stop being you and never stop looking out for me. One last thing, don’t let my words
Sasha’s POV~ It's showtime and I'm ready for the night. I got dressed and admired the beauty that stood before me. My attire was a ten out of ten and I loved how my shape was well positioned and fited within my attire. That stylist deserves his pay in gold coins. I should tell Valentino to up his pay. I was happy to be me today. I was spectacular, damn. I got ready and stepped out of my room, accompanied by eight maids. Four to my right and another four on my left. Today was a day to make a statement and a heavy one at that. It wasn’t a marital union but Valentino had given me the ground to own the night however I saw fit and I surely wasn't letting him down. As we got to the mansion hall, everything looked different from when I arrived. The whole place was well decorated and was giving. Men and women were walking side by side and cheering and exchanging pleasantries. The paparazzi wasn't left out. Various media chains we on ground to cover the event, To the edge of the hall t
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