The Otherside Of Love || Sadistic Billionaire

Natalie’s POV

William noticed that I was stunned and distracted. He took half a step back and stared into my eyes, then followed my gaze to something behind him. There stood a man leaning on the wall, legs crossed, hands in his pockets, with a cornered smile on his lips.

“Surprise!” Rafael trifled, his gaze full of disdain.

William stepped back in shock and snapped, “Who are you?”

I closed my eyes tightly, took a deep breath, placed my hands on my hips, and asked, “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see my son!” he answered nonchalantly.

I could see the confusion on William’s face as he asked, “Your son?”

Rafael walked towards me in steady steps, boldly and possessively wrapped his arm around my shoulder, locked eyes with me, and replied to William, “My wife!”

William laughed. “Is that a joke?”

Rafael raised his eyebrows and replied, “For your misfortune, it’s not!”

I pushed his arm off my shoulder and roared, “How the hell did you get into my apartment?”

The look on his face made me realize what he had just done. I shook my head in disbelief and mumbled, “Did you become a gangster now?”

He had opened my apartment door like a criminal!! I wasn’t surprised though. With his power, he could have taken all my apartment’s belongings and no one would dare to talk.

“Is he really your husband?” William asked. Why did his tone sound like I had just betrayed him?

“No!” I snapped. “I mean yes, but we are about to sign the divorce papers.”

Rafael sneered, “Who said so, my love?”

I shot him a furious look. It wasn’t like I wanted to justify my actions to William or anybody, but I didn’t want Rafael to take advantage of the moment.

“Okay, Natalie. I’ll leave you to solve your problems. Please call me when you’re free,” William mumbled and left immediately.

Once the door closed, I turned my gaze to Rafael and said through gritted teeth, “Leave my house now, or I will call the police!”

He walked towards me. I didn’t move or shake for even a second. I was determined to show him that I was no longer affected by him.

He gritted his teeth. “Who’s that man? And why did he kiss you?” he demanded, standing before me like a mountain, his gaze shining with anger.

I took a step forward, raised my head, and said challengingly, as I pointed my finger at his chest, “It’s. Not. Your. Business! Mind your life and don’t interfere with mine.”

He held both my hands before my chest and growled, “Do I need to remind you that you’re my wife?”

“How? By forcing me to bed, for example?” I spat with hatred.

He glared into my eyes as if he was confused, then said with fury, “Yes, if I have to!”

“You’re as ever-vicious and ruthless. Can’t you understand that I hate you?” I screamed at him, my chest heaving with anger.

I pulled my hands from his grip and turned to open the door for him when my gaze fell on shopping bags and boxes.

“What’s this?” I asked with disdain.

He didn’t answer. I made my way to the bags and when I opened them, I saw tons of baby boy’s stuff. I laughed at first. Then, opening the others, my laughter turned hysterical.

I shouted, “What’s this?”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

He didn’t reply. So I walked to him like a cheetah, pushed him with both hands, and cried, “I said what are these? Can’t you understand? I don’t want you in my life.”

He startled, took a few steps back, then gained his composure and said, “Stop, please. I’ll leave.”

I went back to the bags, starting to throw them at him as I shouted with all my might, “Take all of this with you. We don’t want them, we don’t want you. Leave me alone.”

The pain, the sorrow, the bitterness-they all surged inside me. I didn’t know why I was acting like that to him. The truth hit me: I still love him. I missed him. I loved him more than I expected. I felt disgusted with myself.

He didn’t protect me, my baby, or our love.

I won’t forget that day. It stuck in my head when the Merrins family humiliated me.

After the huge wave of anger, I fell on the couch with a thud. Silence filled the place and he didn’t leave.

After a short while, he said, “Natalie, you can tell me whatever you want. Insult me as much as your heart needs. But…”

I raised my eyes when he paused. He continued, “I can’t leave. Please, let me stay. I love you!” his voice tinged with pain.

I rolled my eyes and asked with a sneer, “Don’t you ever wonder why I hated you?”

He searched into my eyes for a moment then said softly, “You don’t hate me, Natalie.”

His words provoked me, so I said through gritted teeth, “I hate you, Rafael. More than you think. And you don’t have a place in my life or my child’s life.”

He wiped his face with his hands and said, “What should I do to make you forgive me?”

“Nothing! Just leave for good.”

“Natalie, I wasn’t responsible for the miscarriage. And at least we still have one of them,” he said the most stupid sentence I had ever heard.

“How can you talk about our child like that? It’s your child who died. How can you be so heartless? At least we still have one? What do you think of them? Toys?” I knew what I was saying didn’t make sense. He didn’t even know about the children’s existence before the miscarriage, but I needed him to hug me as much as I didn’t want him to touch me.

I felt free when I got rid of this love. I didn’t want to go back to the same story.

My eyes filled with tears, and they made their way down my cheeks uncontrollably. I said between sobs, “Just leave.”

He did the last thing I thought he would do. He sat on the floor before my feet and held my knees as he pleaded, “Please don’t. I can’t live without you, Natalie. I can’t. I want to be with you every single minute of my life.” Then he hit his chest where his heart was and added, “I feel unbearable pain every time you push me away.”

“Give me a chance to correct my mistakes!” he begged.

I touched his beard that I always admired and said softly, “I know. But no, I don’t want to be with you. Your love makes me weak. And I don’t like to be weak.”

He sighed, his eyes searching mine. “Why, Natalie? Why have you become so heartless?”

“I am your student.”

He nodded and said bitterly, “Then I did a good job. You have outdone me.”

I started to feel sorry for him, so I pushed him aside and stood up.

I entered my room and didn’t look back at him. I locked my room with the key and slept.

In the morning, I thought that he must have left last night, that he must have understood there was no hope.

Even though I felt a little disappointed, I smiled, touching my belly and whispered, “We have each other, honey.”

I opened the bathroom door to take my morning shower when I found Rafael in the bathroom, wrapping a towel around his waist, his hair wet.

I screamed in panic.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I roared.

“As you see, taking my shower!” he grinned.

How stubborn could he be?

I rolled my eyes and said, “Clean the bathroom. We don’t have a maid here! And I want to take a shower.”

He smiled with hope, “We?”

He placed a soft, quick kiss on my cheek and said, “Sure. Give me just ten minutes and the bathroom will be cleaned!”

I sized him up and down with suspicion. I doubted he could clean a dish, let alone a bathroom!

However, I waited on the couch, and after ten minutes he said in a dramatic way, “My queen! Your highness. The bathroom is ready for you!”

I held back my laughter. This man couldn’t be normal. Something must have happened to his brain.

“Are you on drugs?” I asked.

He nodded, “Yes, the drug of your love, my queen!”

I ignored him and headed towards the bathroom, shocked by what I saw.

I looked back at him, but he wasn’t looking at me; he was in the kitchen. He said, “Do you like eggs for breakfast? What does my child want?”

I stared back to the bathroom. There were candles and flowers everywhere. Was he trying to seduce me?

I ignored his intentions, locked the bathroom door, and started taking my shower.

I heard my phone ringing, and when I saw the caller ID, I remembered today’s meeting and felt little nervous about it.

I didn’t want Rafael to know anything about the man I was meeting today, so I had to make him leave.