The Otherside Of Love || Sadistic Billionaire

Rafael’s POV

Two days had passed since the last time I saw Natalie. I hadn’t gone back home even once. I had to find the schemers who were trying to set her up.

My men and I spent day and night searching for any evidence. I didn’t have much time left. The shipment would be soon in the port, and the investigation would be official then.

All fingers pointed to her, and I started to believe them. Even her signature was on one of the invoices. My father had given her many powers within the company that I had not taken away from her.

But why would she do such a thing?

I remembered her asking for the 5 million. The number was huge, but at that moment I didn’t care, thinking she just wanted to secure herself.

Suddenly, a thought jumped into my head. I grabbed my phone from the table and called the bank.

“This is Rafael Merrin. I transferred an amount of money to an account under the name of Natalie Steel. Could you check if the amount is still in the account?” I said.

“Hold on for one minute, Mr. Merrin, please,” the bank employee said.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Sir, the amount is no longer in that account,” the employee said.

I pressed my fingers to my forehead. I didn’t want to ask her. I wanted to see if that Mackenzie was lying to force me into marrying his daughter. As I started to believe he was behind the nightclub incident.

Today was the day he claimed that Natalie would meet up someone who was helping her all the time. I called the fast number that was on my phone screen.

“Hey,” her voice chimed in.

“Hey,” I said, her voice making me realize how much I missed her. “What are you doing?” I inquired, hoping for the last time she would tell me the truth.

She paused for a long moment. I even glanced at the screen, thinking the call had ended, but it was still running.

I murmured in a gentle voice, “Nat? Are you still there?”

“Yes!” she answered promptly. “I’m going to meet with my friends after work.”

It was a short, awkward call, and it was obvious she was hiding something. After we hung up, the door swung open, and Jack barged in, a gloomy expression on his face as he said, “We’re ready!”

I stood up and walked out of my office. Without turning toward the secretary, I ordered, “Cancel all today’s meetings.” Then I stepped inside the elevator, with Jack beside me.

“The investigator is waiting for us outside the building,” Jack said. “He informed me that a man in his twenties entered with a computer bag in his hand, went to the building, and then to the apartment on the fourth floor.”

The elevator door opened as I said, “Good!”

I started the engine and headed to the same exact location. Mackenzie tried to call me all day long, but I avoided taking his calls. I had one mission today, and it had to be done.

Even though I looked calm on the outside, my heart was pounding violently. It wasn’t an easy situation to see my wife in this position. But I needed to know the truth, the whole truth.

After fifteen minutes of parking there, I saw her getting out of a cab. Even though she was wearing a hat and sunglasses, I recognized her immediately.

In a sharp tone, I said to Jack, “Here she is.”

He looked at her walking towards the gate of the building, then at me, as he asked, “Why do you think she chose one of Nefson’s buildings?”

His voice was tinged with a hint of certainty that she was guilty.

“No, I don’t think she did,” I replied.

“What do you mean?” he asked in confusion.

I opened the car door and said, “Let’s go and figure it out.”

If it weren’t for her being involved in this case, I would have appointed some of my men to deal with it. But since she was involved, it was imperative for me to control the specificity of this problem and stop it from spreading.

I stood before the required apartment on the fourth floor. My hand trembled a little before I knocked on the door. Jack sensed my tension and patted my shoulder, supporting me.

The door swung open after two knocks, and Natalie said in a slightly sharp tone, “Why are you late? I was…” Then her words froze on her lips as she stared at me wide-eyed.

She took a defensive step back, her expression seeming guilty, and that pained me. I couldn’t believe that Natalie could betray the family that raised her and trusted her.

She stammered, “Raf… I… I.”

A male voice said from inside, “Nat, babe. Is it the pizza delivery guy?”

Her face paled as she exclaimed, “What the hell are you saying?”

I held myself back from smashing his fucking face. How dare he call her babe?

“Come on, our deal is on its way. The shipment will arrive at the port very soon, and I’ve figured out a surefire way for us to smuggle it off the ship,” the man said from the room.

I held Natalie by the arm and dragged her with me. Once we entered the room where the guy was sitting, he gazed at us and jumped from his seat, exclaiming, “Who are you?”

“I am the one who will take your soul,” I growled.

“Raf, please listen. I don’t know this guy,” Natalie pleaded.

“Honey? Who is this man? Why are you denying me for him?” The guy said.

I growled. But not now, he would suffer soon.

She slipped herself from my grasp and attacked the guy, trying to kick him and scratch his face.

“You liar! How much did she pay you, huh?” She snapped.

Then she turned to me when I tried to pull her off the guy. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she begged, “Debbie told me she would meet me here. She… she said she has a friend who would help us figure out a way to find out those involved in the drug operation. You can call her now and ask her.”

I asked the question that I was dying to ask her, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

She lowered her gaze and said, “Maybe this isn’t the most convenient answer, but it’s the truth, Raf. I wanted to help you.”

I couldn’t help but get angry with her. Why did she get herself involved in issues bigger than her?

I looked away from her, and my gaze fell on the guy’s laptop. On its screen was a map of the ship, and he was drawing signs on it.

I looked back at Jack and the investigator and ordered after I motioned with my head towards the guy, “Take care of this trash.”

I snatched the laptop from its place and guided Natalie outside the apartment.