SASHA’S POV
The car stops at the most beautiful villa I have ever seen in my life, and my jaw drops in awe. The grandeur of the estate takes my breath away, and I feel like I’ve stepped into a fairy tale.
The whole house screams luxury and opulence, and I stare, mesmerized, as we drive into the garage. Although I’m unable to get the full picture of the house, what I see leaves me speechless. Excitement and curiosity swirl within me.
Sebastian parks the car alongside the other exotic cars, and I notice the sleek designs, feeling a thrill of admiration. He leads me through the private elevator, and I feel a sense of exclusivity.
“You are welcome to my humble abode,” he says with a smile, his eyes twinkling.
Did he just call this magnificent mansion his humble abode? Humble? This colossal estate? I’m stunned, incredulity written all over my face.
“You gotta be kidding me, what did you just say?” I ask, surprise and amusement mingling in my voice.
Sebastian looks at me, confused, his brow furrowed. “I said welcome to my humble abode, my house and our home,” he responds, his tone genuine.
I chuckle lightly, teasing him. “Sebastian, you call this mansion a humble abode? Are you being polite or what?” I demand, playful sarcasm dripping from my words.
Sebastian bursts into a warm laughter, his eyes crinkling. “You are really funny, Sasha, and it’s good to have the funny Sasha back,” he says, relief and delight evident. “I really don’t like the moody Sasha.”
His words touch my heart, and I feel grateful for his understanding.
“This way,” he says, directing me out of the elevator into the sprawling sitting room.
As we step out, I’m surprised to see a number of men and women dressed in uniform waiting for our arrival, their faces respectful and attentive. I feel a flutter of nervousness.
I could immediately tell that they were his workers because they all bowed respectfully and greeted him as soon as we got in, their movements synchronized and deferential. Their eyes never left me, each one filled with curiosity and wonder, as if trying to unravel the mystery of my presence.
I felt a surge of self-consciousness, my cheeks warming with embarrassment, and a flutter of nervousness in my chest. The intense scrutiny made me shy away, seeking refuge behind Sebastian’s reassuring presence.
Sebastian sensed my discomfort and wrapped his hand around mine, his touch warm and comforting. I immediately felt reassured and secured, my anxiety dissipating.
“It’s okay,” his gentle squeeze seemed to say.
“This is Sasha, my new wife,” he announced, his voice clear and authoritative.
The room erupted into shocked whispers and gasps, their murmurs weaving a tapestry of surprise and intrigue.
“What boss got a wife?”
“When did they get married?”
“What wife? He has been single.”
“Who is she? Do you think this is true?”
“How is it even possible?”
Their questions hung in the air, making me cringe inwardly. I felt exposed, vulnerable.
“Why does he have to make this announcement?” I muttered to myself, frustration and disappointment welling up. I bowed my head, my eyes cast downward, avoiding the sea of curious faces.
Then, Sebastian’s voice cut through the chatter, stern and commanding.
“Silent!”
The room fell into an instant, pin-drop silence. The workers’ eyes dropped, their faces pale, fear etched on their features.
I watched, surprised, as some of them trembled, their bodies tense with apprehension. They couldn’t dare meet my gaze again, their curiosity replaced by caution.
Sebastian’s protective instincts had kicked in, shielding me from the intrusive attention. I felt grateful, yet uneasy, witnessing the power dynamic at play.
“This is our marriage certificate,” Sebastian announced, his voice firm and authoritative, sending shivers down the spines of his workers.
“We are married legally as husband and wife, and I don’t think I owe anyone an explanation as to why I chose to make my relationship a secret till now, or do I?”
His tone dripped with annoyance, his eyes flashing with irritation.
“No, sir, we apologize, sir,” they chorused, their heads still bowed in submission, fear etched on their faces.
Sebastian’s expression darkened, his voice rising in anger. “I see. Don’t you dare try this crazy stunt again!” He yelled, his words laced with warning.
“Yes, sir,” they replied in unison, their voices trembling.
Sebastian’s protective instincts flared, his jaw clenched. “I won’t be taking any more of this insult. Sasha is my wife, and I need you all to respect her as much as you respect me. Anyone who dares disrespect or disregard her should have himself to blame for whatever punishment he brings upon himself.”
His threat hung in the air, leaving no doubt about the consequences.
“We promise to do our best to serve you, ma’am,” they replied, their voices filled with sincerity.
I smiled shyly at them, feeling a mix of relief and gratitude.
As we walked out of the sitting room, I couldn’t believe what had just transpired. Sebastian’s intensity had left me reeling.
“What just happened?” I asked him when we were a good distance away, my curiosity getting the better of me.
We strolled through a quiet hallway, the silence a welcome respite.
“What do you mean what just happened?” Sebastian replied, his brow furrowed in amusement. “I just introduced you to my workers.”
I chuckled lightly, my eyes sparkling with mirth. “You really got worked up about the whole situation, didn’t you?” I teased.
Sebastian’s expression turned playful, his eyes crinkling. “Should I have asked them to prepare a feast?”
I giggled, my cheeks warming. “A feast? You gotta be kidding me!”
Sebastian’s face sobered, his eyes narrowing. “What’s really bothering you, Sasha? You think I forgot we’re not really married?”
His tone held a hint of defensiveness, his gaze searching.
“Are you serious right now? You are my wife, I have a certificate to prove that!” He declared firmly, conviction etched on his face, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
I laughed, incredulity mingling with mirth. “You really are something else,” I teased, shaking my head. “You must’ve forgotten this is contracted.”
Sebastian chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, warmth radiating from his expression. “We will see about that, Sasha,” he replied, his tone playful, hinting at a deeper meaning.
He pulled me into a stunning room, and my eyes widened in awe. “Wow, this must be my room,” I thought, mesmerized.
As my gaze roamed, I felt delight and wonder. The king-size bed, luxurious night lamp stands, beautiful paintings on the wall, and executive furniture everything was perfect, exactly my ideal bedroom.
“How did he know I love the color grey?” I muttered to myself, surprise and curiosity flickering.
I turned to Sebastian, smiling brightly. “This must be my bedroom?” I asked, excitement evident.
But Sebastian’s response erased my smile.
“This is actually our bedroom,” he said, his voice low, serious.
My heart skipped a beat. Shock, unease, and a hint of panic washed over me.