The Otherside Of Love || Sadistic Billionaire

Natalie’s POV

I raised my chin defiantly and retorted, “So, how do you plan to satisfy your sadistic urges?”

He didn’t reply, but I knew the answer. He was addicted to what he had been doing all these years. My body stiffened as I grappled with a dilemma: should I let go of this futile relationship?

He felt my body tense, so he tapped my shoulders and said in a sad tone, “I can’t guarantee your safety if we go through with this.”

I closed my eyes to hide my despair, and when I opened them again I inquired, “Then, why did you buy me that car? Why did you care to send breakfast to my room? Is that compensation for using me? Should I be grateful for that?”This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

He exclaimed in shock, “No, for God’s sake, Natalie. I did that because I wanted to. Because our relationship will never be over. You’re my family. I’ll take care of you and shower you with care even if you refuse,” he paused for a second, then added calmly, “Even if our relationship doesn’t work out, I’ll keep taking care of you as I did before.”

I stared deeply into his eyes with a challenge and said, in a firm tone, “But I want to sign that contract.”

He was taken aback, tilted his head to the side, and said in disbelief, “Are you serious?”

The determination in my eyes made him chuckle. He shook his head and said in a soft tone, “In this, there’s no going back.”

I put my hands on his chest and said, “I’m not going to go back.”

He hugged me tightly in his embrace and whispered, “Thank God!”

I took a step back and said, “But I have conditions too.”

When he didn’t speak, I continued, “We both know that what we have isn’t an ordinary marriage, right?”

Rafael stared at me with an unreadable expression. His eyes studied my face with doubt and darkness.

“Yes, we do. And if we started we wouldn’t back off,” snapped his words, as if he was trying to make me think well about this huge step.

“I never heard a Master asking his slave not to back off the relationship. Isn’t it you who’s taking control?” I teased him.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he said, “Don’t use that word.”

I raised an eyebrow, “Which word?”

He crossed his arms over his chest and said, “Slave. It…”

“Isn’t that what I am in this relationship? You even called me a whore last night,” I snapped in confusion.

“Natalie, be quiet and let me finish,” he growled. “We use these terms just when we fuck; other than that, I wouldn’t call you a slave or anything like that. You’re my wife in public once we announce our marriage; the other things stay in our room.”

I rolled my eyes, despite the butterflies that erupted in my stomach. I cleared my throat, preparing myself for what I was going to say next.

I rolled my eyes, despite the butterflies that erupted in my stomach. I cleared my throat, preparing myself for what I was going to say next.

I knew I loved him, and I was totally aware it was a forbidden love. But I kept this love locked within my heart’s walls for years, not knowing that there would come a day when this love would transform into everything: marriage, sex, contracted slave. Everything but not love though.

I didn’t try to reveal my true feelings for him, I didn’t seduce him, yet, here we were trapped in this situation. But the one thing I knew, I wasn’t ready to announce this marriage yet.

Rafael’s expression crumpled. It was obvious he didn’t like what I said. “So what if we’re step-siblings? We don’t share any genetics. Our relationship is not abominable, Natalie.”

“But that doesn’t make it socially acceptable!” I declared.

He furrowed his eyebrows and said with a disapproving tone, “Stop thinking of what other people would think, Natalie, ” then he kissed me a soft kiss on my lips and added, “Just think of what we both want.”

The future I envisioned with him was shady and unclear. All I could see was danger and heartbreak. Despite all of this, I still craved to go on and try. I didn’t want to play it safe this time, so I decided to rebel against the girl I used to be.

I let out a deep sigh and mumbled after I took a few steps back, “I’ll sign the contract, Rafael, but I have a few terms you must oblige to.”

His eyes lit up with hope and a hint of astonishment. He said, “And what are they?”

I gathered all my strength and said with determination, “No one can ever find out about us. I mean, our marriage must stay secret as it began.”

“But, Nat…” he interrupted. But I put my finger on his lips and said, “Let me finish. I know you said you’d be ready to announce our marriage to the world after a few times, but I’m not ready yet. When I’m ready, I’ll ask you to. As you know, I’m not Merrin. People will think I seduced you and snatched you from your fiancee, and don’t tell me I shouldn’t care about what people will think. I live in a society, Raf, and people always judge me because I still live within the Merrins even after my mother’s death.”

Rafael clenched his fists and stared hard at me. He lived all his life pampered and cared for, while I was always the girl whom the Merrins favored with a favor. I couldn’t just walk around and announce my relationship with Raf. I had to fortify myself against any negative comments. I wasn’t like him; he had the self-confidence of a hundred men, regardless of what he was doing.

I caressed his cheek and asked, “So?”

He tightened his lips and dropped his head back, but in the end, he said, “Fine,” with a deep sigh, “I’ll wait for you to be ready.”

I gulped down saliva, took advantage, and added promptly, “I want you to give me my freedom and space. Reduce your possessiveness and trust me.”

He stared at me silently. I realized he was going to refuse.