Semua Bab The Otherside Of Love || Sadistic Billionaire : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Rafael’s POV I was leaning casually against the wall, holding a glass of wine in my hand when she walked in, her arm intimately linked with that of a young man. I straightened and growled as my heart skipped a beat. I hadn't realized she still had that effect on me. They walked side by side among the guests. She smiled and chatted happily with everyone around her. There was something different about her now, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. When our eyes met for the first time, there was nothing in hers—no longing, no fear, nothing. Even the shock I had seen in them when she spotted me at the fashion show was gone. For ten minutes after she entered, she kept laughing and talking without sparing me another glance. She was stunning. Her face looked more radiant. Had she cut her hair? It looked different somehow. And her curves had become even more seductive. And her belly... Fifteen minutes had passed since she walked in, and she still hadn't looked at me again. As if I

Natalie’s POV “I’m going to see some friends,” Lucas said once we were standing with his mother and the senator’s wife. I was surprised he had stayed by my side for so much of the party. I knew how much he liked meeting new girls and having fun. I nodded to him, and he promptly left. I owed this family a great deal of respect and gratitude. Even though they didn’t know me well, they had welcomed me from the very first moment we met. They showered me with concern and love. They took the bond of blood seriously. I felt so proud to be part of that great, big family. Even though my biological father hadn’t supported me in any way, he had given me the most precious thing in life. Family. A loving, supportive family. “Hey, Carla!” I said with a smile, ignoring the piercing gaze Rafael kept shooting my way. “Oh, darling! Mrs. Relbson loved your designs so much,” Carla exclaimed happily. I extended my hand and shook the woman’s. “Hey, Mrs. Relbson. It’s nice to see you again.” I had

Natalie’s POV “The pain stopped, right?” Freda asked as she continued examining my belly. I nodded. “Yes. What does that mean? Is something wrong with my baby?” I asked, my voice filled with concern. “It’s just one of the symptoms that can occur before labor. It’s normal and actually beneficial for the mother. Ninety percent of women experience it,” she explained. “These mild waves of pain help the uterus prepare for labor.” I glanced at Rafael and stifled a laugh at the expression on his face. He was staring wide-eyed at my swollen, bare belly. When our eyes met, I let out an annoyed sigh, ignored him, and looked away. “So, do you want to know the baby’s gender?” Freda asked. “Yes! Please,” Rafael suddenly blurted out. Freda and I both stared at him. I frowned and asked, “What does this have to do with you?” He stepped closer, and I tried to sit up. Freda gently pushed me back onto the bed and said, “Natalie, please. Don’t move.” I glared at him furiously and snapped in warn

Natalie’s POV When I got out of the bathroom, the smell of fried eggs made my stomach growl. I was starving. I hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday. I headed toward my room, ignoring Rafael. I didn’t want him here, and I wasn’t going to give him any attention. I knew being around him was dangerous. Why couldn’t I just pick one of my comfortable summer dresses like I always did? Why was this suddenly so difficult? I glared at my reflection in the mirror and sneered, “Do you really have to ask? It’s all because of the distraction in your kitchen.” I sighed. The blue dress was the ideal choice. It wasn’t too much, and it suited the place I intended to go. Thinking about today’s meeting made me anxious. I pulled my hair into a ponytail, applied sunscreen, mascara, and pink gloss. After spraying on my perfume and slipping into my high heels, I headed to the kitchen, only to find Rafael still there, wearing nothing but a towel! His back was turned to me as he washed somethin

Rafael’s POV As I stood beside Daniel at the Roswen mansion, I suddenly found myself surrounded by several women glaring at me. One of the older women stepped forward and asked, “Are you the father of the child?” I nodded with a smile and replied cheerfully, “Yes.” I was proud to be the father. She pursed her lips as if that answer wasn’t enough. Then, to my shock, she raised her wrinkled hand, grabbed my ear, and pinched it as if I were a child. “So it’s you? What are you doing here, then?” she demanded. I was too stunned to respond. What could I possibly say to a woman who was as old as—if not older than—my grandmother? “Grandma, he’s a guest here. Please, take it easy on him,” Daniel intervened. I looked at her pleadingly, hoping she would release my ear. This was certainly not the kind of welcome I had expected. She studied my face for a moment before grinning and declaring, “I see. The stupid girl fell for your charming face!” Everyone around us burst into laughter. She tur