Chapter 4

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 them see me after the wedding. It wasn't a secret that I hated them after what they did and I can't pretend to stay in the same place with them and smile like I do with my husband. 

None of this would matter anymore. 

I'm this close to getting my freedom, in our first year of marriage I have tried sabotaging him by giving the police some information about his work but they couldn't do anything. 

I wasn't surprised to find out that they were paid later, so I stopped trying instead I waited to gain his trust and played the part of a trophy wife. 

Tonight we were going to a gala together, our second public appearance. The elevator door parted and Roman stood beside him was his right-hand man, Castile, he was dressed in a black suit, his diamond cufflinks catching the lights as he conversed with Castile. 

"We are ready, boss," Agnes said and he didn't even spare me a glance. 

"Go wait in the car" He ordered coldly and I nodded letting Agnes lead the way to the car. 

After waiting in the car for a few more minutes he got in and the driver started the engine, he was busy on his phone throughout the ride and I kept mute. 

It was always like this, I would only speak when spoken to and I was quick to learn that he wasn't much of a talker. 

We arrived at our destination and I waited for him to come out, he opened the door for me, and as soon as I stepped out flashes of cameras almost blinded me. 

He encircled one arm around my waist, stirring me towards the steps, and we climbed up heading inside the massive hall. 

I was thinking he would leave my side as usual when we got in but he stayed. I took a glass of champagne from one of the servers dressed in a black and white uniform. 

"It's a beautiful place" I commended the designs and he hummed his eyes searching through the crowd like an eagle. 

"Don't you have some place to be?" I asked and he finally took his eyes off the crowd, he raised an eyebrow at me and I was suddenly cautious of how close his face was. 

"You are here for work purposes right?" I interjected. 

"Dance with me," He said, taking the glass of champagne from me. He dropped the glass on one of the fancy tables and pulled me towards the dance floor, my eyes widened and I stumbled completely caught off guard but his firm grip on my waist helped me regain my balance. 

"I... I don't know how to dance" I faked a chuckle but he wasn't listening, he placed his hands on my waist as the slow song began, other couples were dancing to the tune but I was stiff in his hands. 

What the hell is going on? 

This has never happened before! 

Beads of perspiration coated my forehead as he wrapped my hands around his neck. 

"I didn't know you liked to dance," I said again trying to start a conversation, anything to reduce this awkward feeling, I couldn't look at him even if I knew he was staring. 

"I don't" He replied gruffly and that piqued my interest. 

"You don't?" I gasped and he let go of me and suddenly spun me pressing my back to his front, his hot breath tingling my nape as he rested his head on my right shoulder with both hands wrapped around my waist. 

He inhaled rubbing his nose on my neck. 

"You smell like magnolias, mia cara" He complimented and I gulped finding the whole thing odd but I understood instantly, I relaxed in his arms and placed one hand on his interlocked fingers hanging just below my breasts. 

Then used my other hand to hold his head on my shoulder, my fingers sinking into his soft dark locks. 

"This is a distraction, you are putting up a show for whoever you are here for so they will think you aren't here for them" I stated and he was silent, then he spun me again this time he looked at me differently, I could have sworn his cold eyes glinted but I wasn't so sure. 

"That was quite impressive" He raised an eyebrow at me daring me to add more but I only gave him one of my practiced smiles. 

"Looks like two years living under your roof has taught me something, Mr Vitale" I shrugged nonchalantly. 

Then he suddenly let go of me. 

"Find Agnes and leave" He ordered curtly but I wasn't having any of that. 

"I'll wait," I replied. 

"Suit yourself" With that he disappeared into the crowd blending in while I stood there for a few more minutes before leaving to get Agnes. 

I found her outside waiting beside the car and she rushed up the steps towards me, I informed her that Roma

n was still inside. 

We were climbing down the steps when a gunshot was fired.