All Chapters of The Otherside Of Love || Sadistic Billionaire : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Natalie's POVEventually, 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?”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,

Natalie's POVI let out a long sigh as I placed my hand on my belly. The persistent stomach acidity overwhelmed me, making every meal a challenge. In this last month of my pregnancy, it had worsened to the point where sometimes I had to stop eating altogether. The pressure on my stomach was intense, and the relentless heartburn felt like a fiery serpent coiling in my chest.I reached into my purse and found a mint sweet, a small relief that helped soothe the symptoms. As the cool mint flavor spread in my mouth, I felt a slight reprieve. The sweetness mingled with the refreshing mint, momentarily distracting me from the discomfort. I leaned back in my chair, savoring the fleeting relief.Afterward, I took some photos with the girls and posted them on my I*******m account. I hadn't been active for a while, wary of Rafael finding me. The comments came pouring in like wildfire as soon as my big belly appeared on their feeds. My friends Rebecca and Fello weren't surprised, though. Whereas a

Natalie’s POV“Oh God,” I exclaimed with a shaky voice mixed with fear and excitement. “I’m giving birth to our child, Rafael!”The noises around us were chaotic, and the whole venue turned into a mess.“Her water broke! She’s giving birth,” I heard Granny say.Rafael held me tightly for a moment before rushing to his car, yelling at his driver, “To the hospital, hurry!”The pain was unbearable. I squeezed Rafael’s hand as another surge of pain went through me. I was sitting in the back seat, and Rafael tried to support me by caressing my back. My loud moans filled the car. The pain came in waves, each one more intense than the last.When the pain lessened for a moment, I breathed heavily and leaned my head on Rafael’s shoulder. I noticed Rafael taking deep breaths and letting them out softly. I was confused. What was he doing?“What are you doing?” I asked in a puzzled tone.He stared at me blankly before explaining, “I saw it on YouTube. The woman should take long breaths and let the

Natalie’s POVThe afternoon crowd was stifling as I wrapped up the meeting for the upcoming fashion show and made my way home. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the bustling streets, a stark contrast to my serene thoughts.It had been three months since we returned to the USA, and I had already launched my new fashion design company. My heart swelled with happiness at the thought. Living with my husband and our nearly four-month-old son was a dream come true, and every day felt like a step closer to my ambitions as a fashion designer.I couldn't help but smile as I imagined Rafael at home, sitting beside Matt’s crib, watching him sleep or feeding him his bottle. The mere thought of our little family filled me with warmth.My phone rang, jolting me from my reverie. I glanced at the screen and pressed the reply button, Laura's voice echoing through the car speaker. “Natalie, are you on your way home?” she asked, her tone edged with urgency.“Yes, what's wrong, Laur

Natalie’s POVSix hours had passed, and still, no news about Matt. My heart tightened with each minute that dragged by, constricting so tightly that I could barely breathe. The silence was suffocating, every second stretching into an eternity. I couldn’t imagine what Debbie might be doing to my little boy. Rafael had been updating me frequently with whatever scraps of information he could gather, but the constant fear gnawed at me, an ever-present shadow that made me feel as if I might crumble at any moment.“No news?” Tobi asked gently as she handed me a cup of coffee. Her voice was soft, but the concern in her eyes was palpable. I shook my head, unable to find any words that could convey the depth of my fear. Nothing was clear. Debbie was careful—she’d even managed to avoid the street cameras.The waiting was unbearable. My mind started to spiral, conjuring horrific images of my son’s screams, trapped in my head like an endless loop of terror. It was dark outside now, the evening s