Romans & histoires Sasha And Niccolo

The three looked between themselves and chuckled as they nodded. "Certainly, your highness, come this way," they smiled. "Can you tell me a bit about Sasha?" Noah asked the largest one of them. He side-eyed Noah and nodded. "She is the daughter of Alpha Ash of the Americas," he said solemnly. I thought about it and didn't know who Alpha Ash was and Noah didn't have a clue either. So we traveled to the large home in the distance without further conversation. The largest male did tell us his name was Marcus as he yelled out for Kellum.

"You must be the fiancée. I've heard so much about you. I'm Sasha." I stared at her hand for a while and then turned to look at Nikolai. "Who is she, Nikolai?" He let's go of her waist and walks past me to the wine shelf to pour himself a drink while still remaining infuriately calm. "Sasha is my best friend and we've known each other since College."

Before either of them could respond, a new voice cut in. “I hope I’m not interrupting.” I knew who it was before I even looked up. Nico Moretti had arrived at our table, his expression unreadable, his presence shifting the energy in the room. He was composed, confident, and impossibly calm—as if he already knew exactly how this night would end. Lorenzo’s eyes narrowed slightly, though he masked it well. “Moretti.” “DeLuca,” Nico replied smoothly before turning his gaze to me. “Miss Ivanova, I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting.”

Gia asks, “And how do we leave with Sasha looking like the bride of Chucky?” I giggle, slightly honoured with the comparison. Chucky was one of my favourite movies as a kid. “Get creative,” Alessio tells her. “If you can fool Uncle Vincenzo into letting you roam free this late at night and still keep you unmarried at your spinster age? I'm sure you can think of a white lie to give your friends.” Dominic laughs and Gianna gasps, “A-a spinster? I'm twenty-five!” “Exactly,” Alessio deadpans. “Sasha is twenty-three and married.”

I take another sip from the cigar before speaking to him “Dario, do you know why you are here?” He swallowed hard “Mr. Lucado, I …..” I laughed at his formal approach. “Mr. Lucado? Although this might work well with my father, but not me. I’m Nickolai, remember. Everyone calls me Nickolai. Do I have to rip out a tooth to remind you of my name? Tiny beads of sweat emerge from his forehead roll down his temple tracing the line of his mustache. His lips trembles as he spoke “I apologize Don Nickolai. It’s a mistake. I didn’t mean….” I raise my hand to silence him. “I’ll just ask you one question. Who are your accomplices?”

I feel like we're performing a cheap script in a romance movie but the room seems to be eating it up. Sebastian's wife, Tatiana, looks on the verge of tears when she says, "That's so beautiful. Cass, we're all so happy for you and Alexa. I'm so excited to get to know you." Alexa smiles at her and I'm glad that she's earned one ally in the house. Tatiana is an amazingly loyal wife to Seb and is extremely soft-hearted and loving. She'll be a friend to Alexa without needing to compete.

Although, Enzo never really told her he loved her. Not openly at least. The thought left a sour aftertaste in her mouth. Sasha was on leave since it was Sunday, leaving the couple alone in the mansion. Lily was shocked to know about Sasha's family history. Nicolas Salvadori openly cheated on his loving wife and had a separate family with another woman. Sasha's mother died when she was young and Nicholas brought her home, although Elena was furious about her husband's infidelity, she was kind enough to adopt a child who lost her mother.

Sasha Morris, a Norwegian, had her gray hair loose and wet, she was an exchange student, with whom Silvia had met at college, at least a day ago. - So, how was it for you? – Sasha asked her. - The sex was good, he didn't cum inside me. – Silvia said. - They don't do that before putting Dio in, Sasha said. - How long have you been doing this? – Silvia asked her. - 3 months. – Sasha said. - I still have only one client, I'm exclusive. – Sasha said. – He's an Arab sheik. – Sasha said, showing the photo of a tall man with a turban and red skin.

Nico immediately slid his arms around her shoulders, guiding her away from Anthony. "This isn't over!” He yelled after them. "You hear me, Sasha? We're not done talking about this." Sasha didn't answer, ignoring him while Nico led her away. Anthony, on the other hand, could not believe what had just happened. He had been working his way for several weeks into Sasha's heart so he could use her to get the truth, but now it seemed she had caught on, and his plan had failed.

What a surprise, Sasha came here and just ran into Nicky! "Sasha, it's you! Why are you here!" Allen Peterson hurriedly stood up. Sasha glanced at Nicky: "I just happened to pass by here and thought I'd bring you some fruit, you helped me so much before, I should show you my gratitude." After a pause, she pointed to Nicky and said, "Is this your wife Ava Smith?" Nicky and Allen Peterson were alone in the office, Allen is also carrying a lunch box in his hand, it is easy to associate the relationship between the two.