The Otherside Of Love || Sadistic Billionaire

Rafael’s POV

Finally, after months of searching, I found Natalie by accident. She was in France, just as I had suspected.

Seven months ago, when I discovered her pregnancy and subsequent miscarriage, I tracked her mobile phone signal to some rocks under a cliff. Initially, I was devastated, fearing she might have committed suicide. I descended the cliff myself, searching for her body. It was an incredibly difficult time, and I felt like I was losing my mind.

After five hours of searching with expert divers, I received a call from airport authorities informing me that Natalie had taken a private plane to France. I was shocked. I felt a mix of emotions: relief that she was alive and anger at why she would go to France with Daniel. But she was like a solved puzzle; no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t find a trace of her.

I even met with Daniel several times. He denied seeing her after they arrived in France, claiming he was just doing a favor for a friend. I didn’t believe him. Determined to find her, I was willing to do anything to uncover the truth. I began investigating Daniel’s life while searching for her.

But I found nothing. Either she wasn’t part of Daniel’s life, or he was very careful, knowing I was watching him.

Last night, I received a call from Jack. His wife, Anastasia, saw an article about Natalie on a local French website. She was a fashion designer now. I couldn’t believe my ears or eyes when I opened the website and read the article. There was a photo of her beautiful face. Without wasting a moment, I scheduled the first flight to Paris on my private plane.

During the flight, I stared at her photo in the article. I smiled when I noticed her plump red cheeks, a sign she had gained weight. Did that mean she was okay?

I didn’t realize how much I missed her until my heart started pounding and my fingers trembled.

A few hours later, I was excitedly seated at a fashion show venue, waiting for her to appear. Her collection was incredible. She never told me she liked design.

I watched every piece with extreme attention, feeling proud of her.

Then she entered the stage, and my body trembled from head to toe. Every cell in my body came back to life. But…

But…

My eyes almost popped out of my head.

She had a big belly.

She was pregnant!

I stared at her belly in astonishment. I didn’t hear a word of her speech.

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But… the hospital told me she lost the baby! They even showed me her medical file!

Did this mean she had been in a relationship?

Her belly was too big. Did she get into a relationship immediately after leaving me?

That fast?

I had to know the truth!

Our eyes met, and I saw shock written all over her face. She blinked several times as if making sure it was me.

I stared at her coldly despite the longing in my heart. But seeing her with that belly…

We locked eyes as if no one else was around us. In those few seconds, all emotions were reflected in our gazes. I saw shock, longing, sadness, disappointment, blame, and hate in her beautiful eyes.

What was she blaming me for? She was the one who dumped me, the one who left without a word. Even though the Merrin Group was in deep trouble because of the drug issue that demanded my full attention, I never stopped looking for her.

Suddenly, she murmured something apologetically and left the stage immediately.

I whispered to Jack, who was beside me, “Order our men to watch all the building doors. Tell them not to lose sight of her for a second.”

My head was full of questions, and she had to give answers.

“One of our men overheard that the Rowsens are hosting a party honoring Natalie’s success,” Jack told me after hanging up the call.

I stood up immediately.

Jack followed, asking, “Where are you going?”

“To their party!” I answered nonchalantly.

“But we’re not invited!” he said, confused.

I turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “So what? I don’t need any fucking invitation.”

I even used the dark web to search for her and couldn’t find a trace. And now, I wasn’t going to back off until I heard her explanations.

Our five black cars parked in front of the Rowsens’ mansion, situated in a very classy neighborhood in Paris. Their bodyguards and security men gathered around us.

My car was in the middle of the row. I nodded to Jack to talk with them, but it seemed the Rowsens’ security was either very strong or they were expecting us.

I opened my car door, threw out my cigarette, and crushed it under my shoe. “Hey, boy! Why don’t you call your boss and see if he’ll let us in, or…” I trailed off, glancing at my men as a hint of threat.

Nothing would stop me from going inside to see her, even if I had to use force or break the rules.

“What are you doing here, Merrin?” Daniel’s voice chimed in from behind.

I turned and met his gaze. He was walking lightly toward me. Standing before me, he asked again, “To what do we owe the honor of your visit?”

“My wife!” I growled. “I want to see my wife and leave.”

He shook his head, pretending to be confused. “What wife? There are no wives inside this mansion except for my grandma and my mother!”

I gritted my teeth, wiped my face, and roared, “Don’t play tricks with me, Daniel!” I grabbed him by the collar, causing his men to surround us, but he waved them off. “Take it easy, guys. Mr. Merrin is a friend.”

“I want to see my wife, and now!” I hissed before releasing his collar.

“Wife? I thought she divorced you!” he countered. “However, fine! But I warn you, you’ll have to deal with her fiance. He’s very jealous.”