Chapter 47

Sasha’s POV

I felt like I had endured a catastrophe. Suddenly, I needed to know who Sandra was.

Why did Valentino keep mentioning her name whenever he abused me?

It seemed likely Sandra resembled me in some way, or he wouldn't accuse me of impersonating her.

One thing was clear: Sandra had deeply wronged Valentino, evoking both his love and his hate.

The next morning, I woke up feeling like my bones might shatter. Despite my weakness, I muster the strength to rise from the bed.

I see my mistakes and how I allowed my naivety to take over. The contract with Valentino was just the beginning.

From Valentino's demeanor yesterday, it's clear he harbors both deep hatred and love for Sandra. I must be the one he's chosen to replace her.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but end up retching instead.

Examining the bruises and ambiguous marks on my body, I grimace. I gingerly step off the bed, only to find my legs buckling beneath me, forcing me to sit on the floor.

My legs are like