Semua Bab Bound by Love: Falling for Mr. Billionaire: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Sasha's POV"Was that really Valentino? Did I really scold him? Is he jealous?" Emilia asked, unsure."I don’t know either," I admitted. "But Emilia, why did you scold him? You know we’re just contractually involved, not really connected. It’s good that he’s taking care of me and brought me to the hospital. He doesn’t have to do anything more."That day, Emilia stayed in the hospital to take care of me.I told Emilia everything about my accident."Someone really tried to hurt you?" Emilia’s eyes narrowed as she listened. "Who would do such a thing? How dare they!""I don’t know. It feels like someone is trying to kill me," I said, shivering a bit.The feeling of being vulnerable while not knowing who the enemy is, is really unsettling."Could it be Sandra?" Emilia wondered aloud. "Doesn’t she hate you?"…"No, I don’t think it’s her. She wanted to hurt me before, but she’s already done that. Besides, I’m covering for her and Valentino. She doesn’t need to hurt me again," I said, shak

Sasha's POV "You can't stand up. The doctor said your legs still need time to heal. If you push yourself too hard, you’ll have problems with your legs later," Fred said, clearly against the idea."It's fine," I shook my head. "I know my limits. I can stand for a little while.""No, if I say no, then it's a no." Fred’s voice was firm. He turned to the director. "Director, I don’t agree with this. If you make Sasha stand to shoot, I’ll quit.""Fred, come on..." The director looked helpless. We could manage without most people, but not without the lead actor.If the lead walked off, how could we finish this film?Kourtney, seeing Fred stand up for me, got even angrier.The director looked over at her. "Kourtney, just work with Sasha on this. She’s hurt, after all. I’m not saying you have to do it, but if you help, we can finish this scene faster. You’re the lead actress here. You want the project to go well, right?"After hearing the director’s reasoning, Kourtney reluctantly agreed to

Sasha's POV"Ma’am, you can’t go up like that!" "Yes, it's too dangerous, let me help you!" "Or, ma'am, I’m pretty strong. Should I carry you upstairs?"The maids all panicked when they saw I was trying to go up by myself. What if I fell? They knew Valentino would blame them if I hurt myself. After all, the doctor said my leg wasn’t ready for stairs."No, no, I’ll go up on my own. You all go on with your work." I smiled at them, took a deep breath, and started climbing the stairs.The first step was the hardest. As soon as I put my foot up, it felt like my leg might snap. I bit my lip, sweat already forming on my forehead. I couldn’t put too much weight on my leg, so I relied on my arms. But even that hurt so much that I felt like I was losing my mind.I finally managed to get the other foot on the step. I took a deep breath. I had only taken one step, but I was already tired and out of breath."Are you okay, ma'am?" one of the maids asked, clearly worried."I’m fine, really," I sai

Sasha's POV "Kourtney, this is supposed to be a fun farewell dinner. It's the last night for all of us to enjoy together. Who knows when we'll work together again? Do you really have to ruin it for everyone?" I said, staring at her with sharp eyes.Kourtney shot back, "You're the one making things bad. If you left, wouldn’t everyone be happier?""If I left, you’d be the only one who's happy. Why don’t you ask everyone else if they're happy?" I replied, glancing around at the others."Yeah, Kourtney always thinks she’s right," someone chimed in."Exactly! Who even invited her to sit here?""She’s so annoying!""I can't even eat with her around. She thinks it's such an honor to be near her! Please.""Shh, don’t say it too loud. She’ll freak out again. She’s the worst kind of person."The comments kept coming from all sides. Kourtney's face went pale as she realized what everyone truly thought of her. She never knew she was so disliked, and now it was obvious.Her face flushed red, and

Sasha's POV "Madam, the boss asked you to wait. Don’t go up yet. He’ll help you." One of the maids stopped me from leaving.Valentino quickly walked up the stairs, scooped me up in his arms, and carried me upstairs in just a few steps.He set me down in the room, looked at me, and said, "I’m going downstairs to talk to her.""Okay," I nodded.Then he turned and went back downstairs.When I glanced down, I saw Sandra sitting on the sofa. She asked one of the maids for a glass of water. The maid gave it to her, but it was clear she didn’t want to. Her eyes were filled with resentment like Sandra was here to steal something precious.Sandra, meanwhile, probably thought we were all fools. She acted like she already owned the place like she’d be the lady of the house soon.Valentino came downstairs. Sandra looked at him and called out, "Valentino—""Why are you here this late?" Valentino frowned. It was early morning, not the evening and the maids had been woken up from their sleep."I mi