The Otherside Of Love || Sadistic Billionaire

Natalie’s POV

I had to leave here soon. I didn’t want to see him, her, or anyone.

I rushed to my room and grabbed my suitcase. Despite the ache in my abdomen, I moved quickly. I didn’t want to stay here for another second.

This was no longer my home. I should have moved out when my father, Matt, died.

I was throwing my clothes into my suitcase without even concentrating on what I was putting in. Suddenly, the room door swung open and Rafael stormed in. Without a word, he hugged me tightly.

He hugged me tightly, almost to the point where I couldn’t breathe. Then, he kissed my forehead and said, “Please, forgive me!”

I couldn’t bear it. Was he here to break up with me? He really didn’t have to do this. I already knew everything was over between us. It was over before it even started.

I hated self-pity, and I couldn’t bring myself to hear his nonsense apologies after he had let me down.

If I lost my love, I wasn’t going to lose my freedom so easily. And if I couldn’t rely on him to protect me, I would protect myself and my babies from now on.

I pushed him away.

“Don’t! Don’t touch me!” I snapped, my voice trembling with anger and hurt.

His gaze landed on my suitcase, and I could see the panic on his face. Then he exclaimed, “No, no, no! Don’t leave me. I’ll explain everything. Just give me more time, please.”

“Explain what? And why? It’s just a matter of time, and I won’t be your wife any longer,” I said, each word dripping with bitterness.

“You’re mine! You’re my wife, Natalie!” he said, gripping my shoulders tightly.

“No!” I snapped back. “I’m not. It’s just a silly contract! Let me go for good.”

His eyes darkened. “You’re fucking MINE,” he roared furiously as he pushed me towards the wall.

I lowered my hand to protect my belly. He didn’t know that I’m pregnant yet, and I wasn’t planning to tell him.

“I will never leave you. I will never let you go. I’m drowning without you,” he whispered desperately, this time leaning his forehead against mine.

My eyes were cloudy as I lifted my other hand and caressed his cheek. I was touching him for the last time, trying to imprint his features in my memory.

However, I knew that he needed me, wanted me, but not as a wife. He just needed my body-it was always about my body and sex, and it would always be just about them.

He needed me to be his submissive, his sex slave.

“Divorce me to marry her and make me the mistress!” I thought, the realization hitting me like a ton of bricks.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

With a trembling voice, I mumbled, “I’m not, Raf. I’m not yours. We can’t be together. We’ve come to the end of this useless marriage. I’m letting you go, so do the same for me.”

His phone rang. It was Debbie, the other woman. It always seemed to be about her. She had succeeded in taking him away.

He tightened his jaw, clenched his fists, and said, “I’ll take this call and get back to finish our talk. Don’t make any rash decisions. I’ll explain everything once I finish what I’m working on.”

Once he left the room, my tears flowed like a river down my burning cheeks. I knew it, he would always choose her.

I wiped my tears harshly and made a phone call. “I’m leaving. Can you take me to the airport?”

Trembling, I took a step towards my closet to put something on to hide the bruises on my body.

I left my suitcase on the bed and ran out of my room. It felt like a cage, not a room anymore-not the room I had used since I was two years old.

While all the house residents were busy with what was happening in the front yard, I sneaked out using the domestic staff back door. I didn’t take anything with me except my passport. I found Daniel in his car, waiting for me.

Once I got into the car, I heard the sound of police sirens. “Were they here to arrest me?” I thought, then shook off the thought with a shake of my head.

Daniel didn’t say anything all the way to the airport. He just touched my hand from time to time, offering silent support.

But suddenly, I felt the pain in my stomach return, and a hot flood between my legs. Panicked, I reached down, only to find my hand covered in blood…

“Oh God!” I screamed, overwhelmed with fear and distress.

“What’s wrong?” Daniel asked, his confusion obvious in his voice.

“I’m losing my babies!” I cried out, feeling a mix of pain and horror overwhelming me.

“Take me to the hospital!” I yelled, terrified at the thought of losing my children.

“I feel like I’m losing them already,” I whispered, overwhelmed by a sense of despair.

“Hold on, we’re almost at the hospital,” Daniel reassured me, his voice steady despite the urgency of the situation.

Once we reached the hospital, Daniel lifted me into his embrace and rushed into the emergency department.

“Help!” he screamed. “Emergency pregnancy situation, the woman is losing her baby!”

They rushed me to the operating theater.

After that, I was no longer conscious of anything around me.

I opened my eyes in a white room, the strong smell of medical alcohol filling my senses.

I glanced around the room and saw Daniel standing beside the window with his girlfriend.

“Daniel!” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

They turned to me, and Daniel came over, exclaiming, “Natalie, you’re finally awake.”

“My babies,” I whispered, feeling utterly exhausted. “What happened to my babies?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Daniel and Maya exchanged a glance, then he said, “I’ll go call the doctor.” Then he rushed out of the room.

I sensed that something bad had happened, so I turned to Maya and asked, “How are my babies? Please, tell me they’re okay!”

Suddenly, the doctor came in, smiling as she examined my pulse. “I see you’re a strong woman, Natalie,” she said reassuringly.

I managed a faint smile at her, then asked eagerly, “How are my…” My voice trailed off as I gestured toward my stomach, unable to speak from fear.

She replied with a sad expression, “I’m sorry, you lost the baby.”