The Otherside Of Love || Sadistic Billionaire

Natalie’s POV

I remained in the comforting embrace of the shower’s warmth for twenty minutes, thinking about how I should face Rafael and make him agree on the divorce and reach mutual agreement.

I wrapped the white towel and stepped out of the shower. I applied moisturizer to my body before putting on my pajamas.

As I finished, a WhatsApp notification chimed, revealing a message from Debbie containing a location.

I let out a sigh, uncertain of Debbie’s intentions. However, I’ll tackle it tomorrow and see what she wants.

Suddenly, the room door swung open. I turned just to see Rafael standing before me. I raised an eyebrow, ready to speak, but before I could, he cupped my face with his hands and kissed me passionately.

I pushed him away and snapped, “Hey!! We agreed to just talk!”

“I couldn’t control myself!” he said, his hand gently caressing my cheeks.

I took a few steps back and sat on the edge of my bed, and grumbled, “Were you careful not to be seen entering my room? Maybe one of the domestic staff saw you!”

He sat beside me, delicately tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear, and murmured, “I crept like a teenage boy sneaking into his girlfriend’s room in the middle of the night”

I laughed, “Have you ever done that before?”

He chuckled, “No! Just you who made me feel like a teenager in my thirties.”

Then, he gently pushed me onto the bed and hovered over me, asking, “Am I too old for you? We have a ten-year age gap between us.”

Feeling overwhelmed, I struggled to keep controlling my pure response beneath him. My betrayal body yearns for his touch, despite the turmoil in my mind.

Without thinking, I hollered, “Yes, and that’s why I want a divorce!”

He tensed up initially, but then he regained his composure and mumbled, “That’s why I’m here.”

My heart raced wildly, each beat echoing the tumultuous journey of our relationship.

So, he had finally decided to agree to the divorce.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

It felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted, yet a pang of sorrow lingered beneath the surface. Mixed emotions swirled within me – relief, sadness, uncertainty. It was a moment of both liberation and heartache, as the reality of our impending separation settled in as I was thinking.

Despite the pain gripping my heart, I stifled it and forced the words past my dry throat, saying, “You’re not bound by the divorce clause in the contract.”

The condition set by his father was that if he chose to divorce before a year and a half had elapsed, he would be obligated to pay me two billion.

“I’ll pay you ten times this amount just to make our marriage real, Natalie!” he whispered softly behind my ear.

I blinked, uncertain if he truly meant the words he had just uttered.

“Please say yes!” he pleaded, his voice filled with hope.

My lips went dry, a flicker of doubt igniting within me. Was he playing me for a fool, or was there sincerity in his plea?

“You can ask me whatever you want. I’m ready to do whatever it takes, just say yes!”

I pushed him and sat straight. This is a serious matter; I need to think rationally.

“Do you truly mean what you just said?” I inquired, searching his eyes for any hint of deception.

“Sure, I do. Please take time to think before responding.”

He caught me off guard with this sudden proposal. I stuttered, “But why? And what about Debbie?”

“Give me just two months, and I’ll end things with her. I can’t do it right now because we’re in the midst of launching the new series of trading offices worldwide,” he explained, his tone calm, yet I could sense the underlying anxiety.

I shook my head, fearful of his proposition, uncertain whether it would only lead to more hurt.

“I don’t know, Rafael. This is a huge decision. I can’t just make it without thinking” I scoffed.

“Yes, Nat. Take your time. I’ll wait for your reply. But please don’t say no!” he retorted. His tone was insistent, like he was already tired of the back-and-forth. His words were firm, but there was a clear undertone of frustration and irritability.

Then, he got up and started taking off his clothes. My eyes widened in disbelief. I was astonished, and couldn’t help but snap, “What are you doing?”

With a smirk, he teased me, saying, “You’ve got quite the imagination. I’m just getting ready for bed, nothing more!”

Confused, I blinked and asked, “What? Sleep? Where exactly?”

Nonchalantly, he replied, “I’m going to take a shower first,” while casually making his way to my bathroom in nothing but his boxers.

“My shampoo with strawberry perfume! You won’t be happy if you smell like strawberries!” I crowed.

“Who cares!” he shouted back from the bathroom, his voice blending with the sound of the running water.

“Just dress up before you come out!” I snapped back.

He intruded on my personal space without even asking for permission.

After a few minutes, he came out of the bathroom, wrapped a towel around his waist. Meanwhile, I was standing before the mirror, applying my nightly skincare routine.

After he sat on the bed, he pulled me onto his lap. “I’m not going to do anything, just want to hug you and sleep,” he assured me.

I resisted him, hitting his broad chest with my fists, and snapped, “Let go of me! Go sleep in your own room!”

“No, I won’t. You’re my wife, and it’s normal for us to sleep together,” he teased, gently holding both of my fists in his palms.

“Hooligan! I said I’ll think about it. I haven’t said yes yet!” I exclaimed, asserting my boundaries.

He gave me a gentle kiss and said, “I have a long meeting tomorrow, and tonight’s event has worn me out. Let’s just sleep peacefully, okay?”

“So I’m the one who’s making a fuss here, right?”

He smiled angelically and nodded in agreement.

I raised an eyebrow and asked, “Let you sleep in peace, huh!?”

As I was about to kick him in the stomach with my elbow, he lay down on the bed and pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me. My back nestled into his warm chest.

“Shh, let’s just sleep. I’m too exhausted to argue,” he whispered softly behind my ear.

“What if Grandma or Tobi saw you here?” I asked, feeling anxious about the potential consequences.

He licked my earlobe and smirked in an evil tone, “I locked the door!”

Despite his actions making me shiver, I rolled my eyes. Then, after a few seconds, I didn’t know how I slept that fast, feeling warm and safe even though he was the one who stole my joy and smile.

The repeated knocks on my room door pulled me out of my sleepy state, causing me to stretch my body. As I did, I froze when I felt something hard behind me.

I quickly sat up, shaking Rafael’s shoulder, and whispered urgently, “Wake up! Someone’s at the door!”

He lazily opened his eyes, and I couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly sexy he looked even when he was sleepy.

“What’s wrong?” he asked in a husky voice, still groggy from sleep.

I whispered again, “There’s someone at my door!”

As the door was knocked once more, Tobi’s gentle voice rang out, “Natalie, my dear? Are you awake? And why is your door locked?”