The Otherside Of Love || Sadistic Billionaire

Natalie’s POV

My heart was racing uncontrollably inside my chest, almost bursting out of my ribs.

All his words and actions showed me he loved me, but I needed to hear it from his lips.

I needed to hear it to believe it. I didn’t want to live in a delusion.

However, it seemed too surreal to be true. All my dreams shattered before my eyes when he said in a sharp tone, “I told you from the beginning, Nat, I don’t believe in something called love.”Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Against my will, my eyes welled with hot tears. I lowered my head to avoid letting him see my misery. He gently lifted my chin and mumbled with a softer tone and a faint smile, “Natalie, I’m an inpatient man. Don’t be fooled by my outwardly shiny appearance; inside, I’m a distorted person. If a mother doesn’t love her own son and considers him an obstacle to her success, how could that child grow up to give love?”

“But I loved you and still love you,” I said desperately, tears streaming down my face.

I never expected to confess my feelings to him, but I wanted him to know that I had loved him all along, that he wasn’t as alone as he thought.

He cupped my face, a pained expression in his eyes, and pleaded, “Please don’t. I don’t deserve these feelings. I treated you badly, and I still will. I can’t promise you that I’ll stop being sadistic. I can’t-this is who I am.”

I tried to push his hands away from my face, but he hugged me tightly and said, “How much? How much money do you want to stay with me? Name a number! I’ll deposit money into your account regularly.”

I was shocked. Was he trying to buy me? All I craved was a family. Money is indeed important, and it was the initial reason for our marriage, but now I have a baby growing in my womb. I couldn’t think selfishly. The baby needs a real family.

I cleared my throat, raised my head, and stared into his eyes. “What if I get pregnant in the future? If you can’t give love, how are you supposed to love our kids?”

His face darkened, and he said with a gloomy expression, “Do you think a sadistic man can raise a kid, Natalie? I’m not planning to have children in the near future. We’re still young, and we can consider it after five or six years.”

My heart sank. I placed my hand protectively over my abdomen. If I told him, he would force me to have an abortion!

I love him. I really do. But I couldn’t sacrifice the life that God has gifted me in my womb. A piece of Rafael was the most precious gift in my life.

I lowered my gaze and said in a trembling voice, “I want five billion in my bank account.”

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I had to secure my child’s future. I couldn’t keep the pregnancy a secret for long, and I didn’t know what the future would hold for this child. If his father didn’t want him, I did. At the very least, I could ensure he enjoyed the benefits of his billionaire father’s money.

If Rafael forced me to have an abortion, I would leave him and protect my child with that money.

“Five billion?” Rafael asked in astonishment. Then he grinned, “Fine. But you’ll never leave me.”

“Never,” I lied.

He pulled me into his embrace, closed his eyes, and said, “Let’s get a little sleep before the sun rises. I’ll ask Jack to find a good doctor to prescribe a contraceptive injection for you, to avoid any pregnancy issues in the future.”

In the morning, I sneaked out of Rafael’s room, took a shower, and started dressing. After a week of absence, I didn’t want to be late for work, so I hurried to get ready. I wore a cream blouse, blue trousers, and high heels.

“I need to go see a doctor after work,” I said, patting gently my abdomen and smiling sadly.

Once I left my room, I smelled the delicious aroma of pancakes that Laura always prepares when there’s a guest for breakfast.

“Emm, it seems you like the smell,” I chuckled softly, placing my hand on my belly.

Rafael’s room door swung open, and he stepped out. My heart skipped a beat; his effect on me was as strong as ever. He was tall, his hair combed back, and he was wearing a grey suit. His masculine fragrance reached me where I was standing, making my heartbeat quicken.

When his eyes fell on me, he grinned, walked towards me, and kissed my cheek.

I froze, then pushed him away and whispered urgently, “What are you doing? Are you insane? Someone might see us!”

He smiled lazily and whispered, “I’m addicted. It’s your fault.”

Before I could scold him, my stomach growled. My cheeks reddened, and he chuckled, “Hungry?”

“Did you smell that? It’s Laura’s pancakes. Looks like someone is joining us for breakfast!” I said.

“How did you know?” He asked.

“I know her. If there’s a guest, she’ll make her secret recipe,” I chuckled playfully.

“Let’s go then and find out who the guest is,” he urged me.

I noticed his positive energy today, and it made me happy for him. How could he still smile after all he had suffered as a child?

How could a mother treat her only child the way his mother did?

Once we entered the dining room, Grandma smiled and greeted cheerfully, “Good morning, my dearest grandchildren.”

I smiled at Grandma as I walked to the table, noticing the brown-haired woman sitting with her back to us.

I glanced at Rafael when he stopped walking suddenly. His eyes were two balls of ice, and his hands balled into fists. Tension instantly filled the air. The smiling, joyful man from moments ago was gone, replaced by a ruthless expression.

The woman turned her face, smiling, and said, “Hey!”

She was Nicol, Rafael’s mother.