บททั้งหมดของ The Otherside Of Love || Sadistic Billionaire : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Natalie's POV I felt uneasy standing among the crowd, watching with my very eyes the love of my life getting engaged to another woman. Twining his fingers in her hair, kissing slowly, deeply, and possessively. My chest tightened, and my stomach churned. The camera flashes and clicks, along with the loud applause, filled the massive yard of the Mirren Mansion, overflowing with celebration of the union of the two most powerful tycoon families in the USA. Magazines and celebrity social media pages described it as [The Engagement Of The Year.] Amidst this ocean of polished faces, fake smiles, and glittering gowns, I stood still, watching people shower praise on Rafael and Debbie. My heart refused to beat normally. “A toast to the newlyweds,” a male voice cheered, followed by the clinking of the crystal glasses. The party was perfect. I made sure of it. The food, the drinks, the decorations, and even the white flowers in the bride’s bouquet had my touch. Everybody was e

Natalie’s POV I stumbled into the mansion, my legs barely holding me up, my heart racing wildly. What had I done? ‘Kissing him, Natalie. Seriously?’ I scolded myself. ‘What will he think of you now?’ I pushed through the serving staff and headed straight to the kitchen, grabbing a mug and pouring myself coffee. I needed caffeine. Desperately. Before I made a complete fool of myself at this damn party. The kind of scene that would go viral overnight. ‘You had to get rid of your feelings,’ I reminded myself. ‘He’s engaged. He belongs to another woman now.’ ‘He’s still your husband,’ a darker voice whispered inside me. ‘Even if it’s fake.’ After a few cups of coffee, my mind finally began to clear. Not completely, but enough. I headed to the bathroom to fix my makeup. Of course… Debbie had to be there. Just my luck. She stood in front of the mirror, stunning in a tight red dress that hugged every inch of her perfect figure. Slim. Tall. Long black hair cascading down her

Natalie’s POV “I don’t sleep with married women, ma’am. Especially not when they’re drunk.” Daniel’s calm voice, touched with a faint French accent, made me blink in confusion. What?? My brows pulled together. “How do you know that?” I snapped. He looked genuinely puzzled. “It’s a principle,” he said simply. “You don’t touch what isn’t yours.” How sweet…If only that was my real problem. I pressed my fingers to my temples as a sharp headache throbbed behind my eyes. “No, that’s not what I meant,” I muttered. “Why would you think I’m married?” He studied me for a second, then said casually, “You’re married to Mr. Mirren, aren’t you?” My heart stopped. “You shouldn’t let him treat you like that,” he added, his expression softening with something dangerously close to pity. My stomach dropped. No one knew. No. One. Not his family. Not the media. Not even the people living under the same roof. Only the lawyer. So how on earth… “How do you know that?” My voice came out shar

Natalie's POV The moment I stepped into the dining room with Daniel, silence fell. Every gaze turned to us. My chest tightened. Damn. Anxiety surged within me, but I managed to quell the overwhelming feeling and broke the silence and forced a smile. “Good morning, everybody.” “Good morning, honey,” Grandma replied with her usual tender smile. But her gaze was fixed on Daniel in curiosity she didn’t try to hide. I swallowed. I cleared my throat and said, “Daniel… This is my family. Everyone, this is Daniel, our new neighbor. We met in the neighbourhood; he was doing his exercises too.” My cheeks burned in embarrassment. I wished they wouldn’t notice. This looked bad. Too bad. How would I explain why this man was here in this early hour in the morning? “Nice to meet you,” Aunt Tobi said brightly. “Sit, Daniel. Join us.” “No!” I cut in too quickly. “He’s actually in a hurry. We were just… exercising. He’s already late for work.” I panicked, afraid if he stayed; he would ment

Rafael's POV I was bored out of my mind. The kind of boredom that never happened to me. Because I never lost focus. Not in meetings. Not in negotiations. Not when millions—no, billions—were on the line. But tonight… My mind refused to cooperate. It kept going back to her; Natalie. And what I had done earlier. What the fck was that? The way I touched her… The way I lost control. I clenched my jaw. What must she think of me now? A pervert? But I couldn't stop myself from thinking of her as my submissive, putting her on my knees and slamming her ass cheek. To punish her for what she said. She didn't want to be bound to one man? How many men had she been dating? All those years I always saw her as an innocent and fragile girl. I dragged a hand through my hair, forcing myself to refocus as the client continued talking about the shipment deal. Something about it still felt off. Fishy. They were too smooth. Too convenient. I didn’t like it. And I never ignored my instincts