The Otherside Of Love || Sadistic Billionaire

Natalie’s POV

The more I read, the more interested I became in what was written in that contract. I made sure to sit apart from Rafael and instructed him to take a seat away from me, ensuring that his presence wouldn’t influence my decision.

However, his aura was affecting me even though he was sitting on the sofa in the corner of my room while I remained perched on the edge of my bed.

I cleared my throat and mumbled, “So, you’re saying in this clause that I should ask you about every detail of my daily life? Does that mean I should ask you which pad size I should use during my period?” I mocked him.

Sure I wouldn’t agree to that crazy contract, but I was curious what limit he would push this domineering thing, that’s why I asked.

He raised an eyebrow, staring into my eyes. Then, a slight smile crept onto his lips as he said, “I wouldn’t mind even if you asked me to change them for you, if that’s what you wanted!”

I shouted in disbelief, “NO! Of course not.”

“Yes, that’s what I thought,” he chuckled and added, “However, what I meant was, even if a friend asked you for a cup of coffee, you’d have to seek my permission first.”

I blinked several times, then rolled my eyes, “Oh, helping me change my pads is easier than this!’ I quipped!”

He tilted his head and teased, “So, are you considering the rules?”

I promptly opened my mouth to say something, but the realization hit me. I narrowed my eyes and asked, “Are you trying to set me up?”

I saw a ghost of a smile waver on his lips. Then, he gestured with his finger and said, “Keep reading, please!”

I rolled my eyes and looked back at the paper. The more I read, the more this thing shocked me. The next clauses were about my daily expenses, specifying that I couldn’t spend even a penny on myself. Everything from my clothes and makeup to medical examinations and other details was included. He even mentioned that he was responsible for my security.

Was it a slave contract or a princess contract? However, I kept my reaction unreadable, I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. After all, I was going to refuse all of this pampering, so there was no need to show him my reaction.

Non the le43ss, my eyes widened when I read the next clause. A thousand millions as compensation if he harmed me physically or psychologically!!

The sentence kept running through my head. Why would he want to hurt me?

I raised my head and glared at him. I saw the tension and the guilt written on his face, and that made me ask in suspicion, “What the hell do you mean by hurting me physically and psychologically?”

He bit his lower lip and said, “Can you keep reading, please?”

It was the first time I saw Rafael showing signs of anxiety, and that made me more anxious.

I did as asked. It was the final clause of that nonsense contract.

While I was reading, words in the text flashed red in my eyes even though the text was all written in black. The terms that captured my sight were: ropes, whips, restraints, safety words, sex toys, submission, violence, punishment, and much more, until I couldn’t count anymore.

The blood froze and stopped from recycling through my veins. My face paled. Did he really mention he would torture me? How could he?

I stared at his face in shock and whispered, “How could you think of torturing me? I’m Natalie. You’re my family. My idol. The one who I rely on if anything happens. You are my only family, do you know that?” I ended my question in a screaming voice.

He stood up to reach me, but I was faster than him. I moved away and snapped, “Stop! Don’t come any closer!”

He stood in his place. I held the contract in my hands and tore it up in front of his eyes, thinking that he would be pissed off. But he didn’t, rather he smiled awkwardly.

“Get out of here, now!” I yelled at him.

He wiped his face with both hands, then asked, “How about we negotiate like adults? If anything bothers you, I can change it.”

“Like adults? Do you hear what you’re saying? I’m not a toy, Rafael!”

I waited for him to explain himself, but he didn’t. He just kept staring at me. So, I hissed, “Get ou….”

But before I finished my sentence, he was standing before me. He hugged me so tightly that he almost broke my ribs in his strong arms. Burying his face in my neck, he mumbled, “I tried. I know it’s wrong. But I want you. I need you.”

If he had just said I love you, I would have agreed on whatever he asked for. But he didn’t, and he would never say it, because he didn’t feel it. So, I shocked my head and stammered in a shaky voice, “No.”

He buried his face in my neck even more. At that moment, I felt as if he was a broken child seeking tenderness from his mother. But I can’t hurt myself any longer. This love made me sad and miserable.

I said in a soft voice while the tears started rolling down my cheeks, “I thought … I believed we ganna be a family as you promised. But it turned out that all you wanted was to make me your toy.”

He raised his head and stared deeply into my eyes, then cupped my face and said, “We’re going to be a family.”

I said from between my sops, “Do you want me to be your wife or your slave?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he kissed me. A gentle kiss.

Then , he laughed without joy and said, “I never kiss gently, I never kiss with feelings. But with you, I do,” he kissed me one more, but on my forehead this time, then added, “You’re going to be my wife, a real wife. I’ll announce our marriage after two months. And I apologized that you have to wait for two months.”

I converted my gaze away from him. I didn’t want him to see the disappointment in my eyes. I was afraid that he saw more than I wanted him to see in my gaze.

“You will be my wife, my precious wife, and my sex slave just in bed!”

I was spechless. He was talking about it as if it was an easy thing.

“Anastasia is a slave to Jack. They had that kind of relationship even before they got married. They loved each other, had the kind of relationship they wanted and finally married. You can ask her before you agree and sign the contract.”

Hope surged inside me. Does that mean he had feelings for me? That’s why he … I asked without thinking, “Why did you choose me? You could have chosen any other girl!”

He blinked several times and I could see the confusion in his eyes. After a brief hesitation, he replied, “My instinct, I want to possess you.”

Once he finished his sentence, I pushed him, trying to distance myself, but he was like a mountain, I couldn’t move him even insh. “I’m not going to sign that crap. Go and find a whore for your shit and send me my divorce contract!”

He let out a deep sigh, then said in a despairing tone, “Could you at least just try before you reject? How could you reject something you didn’t even try?”

“Try what?” I asked, genuinely confused.

“Try that sadism thing. Me subjugate you!” He whispered.

I didn’t know why, but this got my at

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He stared at my face, waiting for my reply.