Novels by Authoress Nike

Sasha's Pov My cheeks heated as his grip on my waist tightened, it was strange how I didn't move instantly and just let him hold me, it was almost like I was comfortable with it. Which is insane.I shouldn't be comfortable with this jerk! "Good morning, I was just... You were holding me so I couldn't get off. I didn't know how to wake you up" I said in my best docile voice and he chuckled softly, the sound resonated in my head. "You could have come up with some bright ideas, cara" He raised an eyebrow at me and I almost rolled my eyes. "I need to go now, Agnes must be looking for me" I faked a smile and he let go of my waist, I didn't waste any time getting out of the bed and heading for the door. Today is such an exciting day although I was still feeling nervous. I got into my room and shut the door, bolting it, I walked to my bed and crouched down taking the box from under the bed. I unlocked it bringing my old phone from the box. I took the phone and entered the bathroom, a

Sasha's Pov Agnes led me to the car as other people rushed out of the hall. I was used to the whole thing so I wasn't bothered by it. I hopped into the car and sat down in the backseat while Agnes took the front seat with the driver. We waited for several minutes before Roman returned slamming the door shut. He ordered the driver to go. I watched from the corner of my eye as he wiped his hand with a white napkin, crimson smearing the napkin. I sighed looking out the window watching the trees we swiveled past, we got home and alighted from the car, Castile was waiting outside looking agitated. It was when Roman walked past me that I noticed blood trickling down his left arm from under his suit leaving a trail of blood, my eyes widened. He was shot? He looked normal as if nothing happened. I followed Castiles upstairs to his room and watched him take off his suit jacket, now I understand why he was always wearing black instead of white but judging from how his shirt stuck to hi

Sasha's Pov It's been two years since my parents sold me to Roman Vitale and we got married a month after he came to take me away from my parents. I decided to be smart about my predicament instead of throwing a fit. I pretended to be alright with it. The dress clung to my curves pooling on the floor flowing behind me in a mermaid style, the purple glittered in the light my black heels clicking on the stairs as I walked out of my room. "You look gorgeous ma'am" Agnes, my personal bodyguard, complimented, unlike my father's clan women are respected here and even though Agnes is a few inches taller than me Roman selected her as my bodyguard. Perhaps he doesn't want me to have a male bodyguard, or he wants me to be comfortable. I forced a smile. The dress was itchy and tight but he selected this for me so I had to wear it. As the submissive wife I was to him I always do whatever he tells me to do. After all, he paid thirty billion in cash to my father, although he refused to let th

Sasha's Pov Oh my goodness. He was beyond handsome even with the ugly scowl on his face. Blue-gray eyes, a straight nose with hollow cheekbones. His jaw was something else, I have never seen one so sharp and well chiseled as if God took his time crafting the jawline. One of his dark brows raised under my scrutiny. The one that added more appeal to his looks, a scar slashed through his right brow stopping just below his eyes. Strands of charcoal dark hair falling over the brow as if to hide the scar, but it wasn't doing a good job at all. I froze when he hunkered down to my height on the ground. He still looked taller, which was absurd. He reached out and lifted my chin with one finger closing my mouth, the leather glove felt cold on my skin. I gulped feeling my cheeks heat and inhaling the masculine scent of cologne mixed with cigarettes and leather. Then he stood up putting his hands in his pocket, after seeing him from up close the guy could be older than me by a year or two.

Sasha's Pov I have been locked in my room for two days now, tied to my bed like a prisoner in my own father's house. They call me an ungrateful brat.Yet they are treating their only child like this. The door creaked open and my mother walked in. "How are you doing sweetie?" She asked grimly and I raised an eyebrow at her. "Oh I'm great, you know these ropes are comfortable on my wrist like a Cartier bracelet, hopefully they would leave beautiful marks," I said sarcastically and she sighed. "You know this wouldn't have happened if you weren't acting difficult, did I tell you how I married your Dad?" She questioned suddenly, even if I was curious I didn't show it. "I don't care. Leave if you aren't going to let me go" I dismissed but my bed dipped as she sat on the edge of my king-size bed. Her golden blonde hair was tied in a tight bun that looked painful, but the style made her beautiful face pop out her cleft chin more obvious. "He kidnapped me, kept me away from my family

Sasha's Pov The sharp pain from the heels on my ankles was excruciating but that didn't stop me from running, skipping past a few staircases while heading up where my father and mother were waiting. I burst the door to the study open and my father sat behind the desk mom sitting opposite him, they halted whatever they were saying before I came in. Rage surged through my veins, my knuckles white as my fist clenched. "What am I hearing? Is it true? You want to give me to the Vitiales?" I demanded my voice raise at each question. "Calm down sweetie-""Don't fucking tell me to calm down!" I screamed at my mother. "Watch your tone young lady" Father warned but I had had enough. "Tell me if it's true, tell me if it's a lie, please..." Tears blurred my vision and I sniffled. "You remember what happened last week, we lost everything, Sasha, we are just here waiting for our death. And they will come for us sooner or later. I needed a strong ally and Roman Vitale was our only choice" He