The Otherside Of Love || Sadistic Billionaire

Rafael’s POV

Standing beside Daniel at the Roswen mansion, I suddenly found myself the target of intense stares from several women.

Natalie’s voice was determined when she said, “Ex husband.”

I kept staring at her face even though she ignored me and walked away.

I felt a little uncomfortable that all these eyes were staring at me. One of the older women stepped forward, her eyes narrowing as she asked, “Are you the father of the child?”

I nodded with a smile, replying cheerfully, “Yes.” Pride swelled within me at the acknowledgment.

However, her expression remained stern. To my astonishment, she raised her wrinkled hand, grabbed my ear, and pinched it as if I were a misbehaving child. “So it’s you? What are you doing here then?” she demanded.

I was too stunned to respond. What could I say to a woman who could easily be my grandmother’s age?Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“Grandma, he’s a guest here, please take it easy on him,” Daniel interjected, his tone pleading.

I gazed at her with a desperate look, hoping she would release my ear. Her unexpected behavior left me at a loss. She scrutinized my face, then grinned and declared, “I see. The stupid girl fell for your charming face!”

Laughter erupted around us. She turned to Daniel, her voice carrying authority, “He’s our son-in-law, so he’s not a guest.”

I didn’t know whether to feel happy or angry. This woman treating me like a misbehaving child certainly wasn’t what I had expected from being their son-in-law.

She finally let go of one ear, but only to grab the other. “Natalie? Should I let him go yet?” she called out.

I saw Carla, Daniel’s mother, whispering to the old lady, “Mom, do you know who this man is? He’s Mr. Merrin, the famous tycoon. You can’t just grab his ear like that.”

“Holy crap! I don’t care if he was the president himself; he hurt my precious granddaughter,” she retorted.

An old man, presumably her husband, wrapped his arm around her and mumbled, “Honey, let them solve their problems.” Then, extending his hand to me, he said politely, “Hello, Mr. Merrin! It’s nice to meet you. I apologize for my wife’s behavior. It’s just out of her love for our granddaughter, Natalie. We’re happy that we finally met our son’s daughter. At least she covered her father’s place in the family!”

His sincere apology took me by surprise. From the old lady’s behavior, I had begun to think they would all be hostile.

I discovered that the Roswens were treating Natalie so nicely. They cherished her and loved her unconditionally. I wished that Merrin did the same.

Every member of the Roswen family came to greet me, except for Natalie though. She didn’t come near me or even glance in my direction.

“I warned you! I told you that you might not like the place!” Daniel whispered, trying to tease me.

Ignoring him, I walked towards Natalie, who was chatting with some girls. “Natalie!” I called.

She turned to me, her eyes indifferent. “Yes?”

I stared at her, words failing me. Suddenly, she took my hand and led me to a door that opened to the mansion’s backyard. Once we were out of earshot, she sighed, her expression confused. “I don’t know why you keep chasing me, Rafael. But one thing I can assure you of is that I’m not for love.”

I replied promptly, “I agree!”

I couldn’t accept the idea of us living separate lives. The only thing I was certain of was that I was nothing without her. She was my lifeline.

“Agree on what?” she asked in confusion.

“I agree to love you all my life without you loving me back!” I said with determination.

Frustration clouded her eyes as she sighed deeply, pressing her fingers to her forehead. “Do you really love me?”

Wasn’t that already obvious!!?

Hope flickered within me, only to be shattered by her next words. “Then leave me alone. Wish me happiness and let me live the life I want. I promise this child will be yours forever. You can visit him whenever you want, but you should move on and find yourself another life and another love.”

She turned to leave, and my heart couldn’t accept it. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around her from behind. She didn’t move.

When she didn’t react, I turned her to face me, eager to see some emotion. But there was nothing-no love, no warmth.

“Just tell me what I should do,” I asked in despair.

Why couldn’t she feel my love? Wasn’t it obvious how much I cared for her? Did she really think I would surrender so easily? Should I just give up?

Out of frustration, I bent down and captured her lips with mine. She didn’t resist or kiss back; she just stood there, emotionless. It hurt deeply, but I didn’t stop, kissing her lips as if I were an addict.

Suddenly, a sharp hit on my shoulder made me let go of her. I turned to see the same old lady standing behind me. “How dare you? You can’t come to people’s houses and kiss their daughters,” she scolded.

Oh God, where did this lady come from? I saw Natalie trying hard to hold back her laughter.

“You’re a beautiful lady, Granny. Why don’t you help me regain my wife’s trust?” I said, attempting to charm her.

She hummed, sizing me up and down, then said, “So, you want your wife back, young man?”

I nodded. Then she said, “I should test how experienced you are in grilling meat first. Come with me!”

Even though I didn’t know what grilling meat had to do with Natalie and me, I followed her.

“Good luck!” Daniel called from afar, his voice tinged with amusement.