The Otherside Of Love || Sadistic Billionaire

Natalie’s POV

Eventually, I decided not to let him in. I didn’t want my decision to be rushed and based on a moment of emotional weakness. I had been there before with him, and if I decided to go back, it needed to be based on a well-considered decision.

My phone rang at six in the morning, and I was surprised to see it was from my next-door neighbor.

“Hello!” I answered.

“Natalie?” she asked, her voice a little nervous. “Are you at home? Are you okay?”This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

With confusion obvious in my tone, I mumbled, “Yes! What’s wrong?”

She let out a deep sigh of relief and said, “Oh, thank God!”

“Hey, what’s wrong? You’re scaring me,” I said, sitting up in bed with an anxious look.

“I was passing by your apartment door, taking the kids to school, and I saw a man, a handsome man, changing your front door lock. I was afraid he was a gangster or a thief. I was about to call the cops but hesitated because he didn’t seem like one,” she explained.

I immediately got out of bed and said with a terrified look, “Was the man tall, handsome, with blue eyes?” I grabbed my nail file, hid it behind my back, and walked slowly to the front door.

“Yeah, and his smile is charming,” she said with admiration. “Is he your boyfriend?”

Once I reached the front door, I saw Rafael’s back. He was holding a screwdriver and doing something to the door lock.

I threw the nail file on the couch and said, “I’ll call you later.”

I stood behind Rafael, crossing my arms over my chest, raising an eyebrow, and asked with fury, “What are you doing?”

He raised his head, a smile of satisfaction on his face as he said, “I’m done!”

“What are you doing to my door lock, and how did you get in without me hearing you?”

He grinned. “It didn’t take much effort to unlock your door, so I decided it wasn’t safe. You need a better lock, a safer one.”

God, this man is as possessive as ever!

I sized him up and down, seeing the happiness on his face. “What are you smiling for? Give me my door key! My neighbor called me, thinking you were a thief!”

He took a few steps towards me, staring down into my face and whispered, “And what did you tell her? Did you tell her I’m your beloved husband?”

I took a step back defensively and teased, “I asked her to call the police.”

He walked more steps, his eyes shining with desire.

“Give me my keys and go!” My voice sounded low, almost a whisper, and I cursed inside my heart for that.

He smiled a sly smile and handed me the keys. “Here they are.”

“Where’s the other copy?” I asked when he handed me one.

“It’s with me, that’s why I changed the lock in the first place. I needed a copy,” he teased as he leaned on the door frame.

“And why do you need a copy? This is my private place,” I snapped, his actions making me angry and upset. Why does he keep crossing my boundaries?

“To enter whenever I want. And if I asked you for a copy, you wouldn’t give me,” he mumbled, his eyes flickering with challenge.

I waved my hand dismissively. “Whatever!” I entered the apartment, hearing the door close behind me. I turned to him with a warning look. “If you’re planning to live here, I warn you, I’ll…”

He cut me off nonchalantly, “No, I’m not. Don’t worry.” Then he flopped onto the couch, leaned back, and said as he closed his eyes, “I’m going to sleep now. I didn’t sleep well last night.”

Did he sleep out last night? I was curious, but I didn’t ask him.

I changed to go to work, slamming the door purposefully to wake him up after I saw him sleeping soundly on the couch. Am I becoming evil? I grinned at the thought.

Days passed, and Rafael kept coming to my apartment at different times. Sometimes I woke up to find him making breakfast, and other times he was sleeping on the couch. But he never tried to touch me, even though every time he looked into my eyes, I saw the desire in them.

Today was Daniel’s and Maya’s wedding. I was so happy for them, and she picked one of my designs for her wedding dress.

The ten days for my labor had already passed, and I was about to give birth at any moment, but this didn’t prevent me from helping Maya with every detail.

I wore a red gown that showed off my swollen belly. My belly was so big it prevented me from walking properly.

I was standing with some of the family girls, gossiping a little as guests started to arrive. However, my eyes were on the door, waiting for one person, Rafael. I don’t know why I felt nostalgic about seeing him tonight. Maybe it was the intimate atmosphere of the wedding, or maybe because I had a feeling that I would give birth tonight.

“Look who’s here!” one of the girls said, poking me with her elbow.

I turned just to see Rafael walking inside the hall with Julie wrapping her hand around his arm.

“Who’s the girl with him?” one of the girls asked.

Rafael’s eyes and I met for a second. I turned my eyes to the other side immediately.

I couldn’t believe he came with that girl wrapping her hand around his arm possessively!!

“Natalie!” I heard him saying. I closed my eyes for a moment, then wore a smile and turned to face him, “Yes? What do you want?” I asked in disdain.

Was that man insane for bringing that girl with him? Or does he just get bored from chasing after me? I couldn’t tell.