Natalie’s POVI raised my chin defiantly and retorted, “So, how do you plan to satisfy your sadistic urges?”He didn’t reply, but I knew the answer. He was addicted to what he had been doing all these years. My body stiffened as I grappled with a dilemma: should I let go of this futile relationship?He felt my body tense, so he tapped on my shoulders and said in a sad tone, “I can't guarantee your safety if we get in this.”I closed my eyes to hide my despair, and when I opened them again I inquired, “Then, why did you pay that car for me? Why did you care to send breakfast to my room? Is that compensation for using me? Should be grateful for that?”He exclaimed in shock, “No, for God's sake, Natalie. I did that because I want to. Because our relationship will never be over. You're my family. I’ll take care of you and shower you with care even if you refused”I stared deeply into his eyes with a challenge and said with a confirm tone, “But I want to sign that contract.”He was taken a
Natalie's POV Before Rafael could reply, knocks on the door made him frown. He glanced at his wristwatch and roared, "Come in." His secretary entered and closed the door behind her. A look of trouble on her face, she cleared her throat and stammered, "Sir, I know you ordered me not to interrupt you or let anyone through. But Miss Debbie is here, and she insisted on seeing you now. Even though I told her that you’re in a close meeting with Miss Natalie. I could barely hold her back from barging in." “What did she want?” he asked. Before the secretary could reply, the office door swung open, and Debbie walked in. She stared at each one of us with a broad smile, then stepped towards me and hugged me, saying, “Hey, Natalie. Long time no see. I missed you.” Then she held my hands and added, “We should make sisters day together one day.” She looked at Rafael and added, “Your sister will be my sister once we marry.” "What’s wrong? Why are you here?" Rafael ignored her statement and as
Natalie's POV "You're unbelievable!" I exclaimed amidst tears and laughter. Our laughter echoed to the folks beside us. It was incredible how my friends and I transformed into reservoirs of jokes whenever we gathered. Even in the darkest moments of our lives, we couldn't resist bursting into laughter when we were together. "You didn't see how Fello acted when the man caught her red-handed," Rebecca recounted amidst her chuckles, struggling to keep her tears at bay. The waiter brought over our orders. Rebecca and Fello opted for wine, while I chose orange juice. "Come on, Natalie. We haven't seen each other for a while now. One glass wouldn't do any harm," Fello urged, attempting to persuade me to join them in drinking. I shook my head firmly and replied, "No." Rebecca gulped her glass in one shot and asked with curiosity shining in her green eyes, "So, tell us about the Bugatti. Did it come from that Frenchman?" Fello sighed in a dreamy tone, "Oh, how romantic! Is he really th
Natalie’s POVI shot my friends a furious look, still simmering with anger over what they had done earlier. However, I couldn't maintain my facade for long; soon, we burst into laughter."I can't believe you did that, you crazy ones," I said amidst my giggles.Rebecca replied with excitement, "I can't believe he sent you that amount of money already. Is there any way to push his fiancée aside and make him engage me?""What about your fiancé?" Fello asked her, his tone dripping with fake disdain.She rolled her eyes and said, "Dev is a wealthy man, but he's not as rich as Rafael."I stared at her with amusement. "Haven't you heard of love before?""Love is for weak people," she replied, lifting her chin defiantly.Her reply reminded me of Rafael's opinion about love; they shared the same perspective.But there was a difference between their reasons for that opinion. As much as I understood Rebecca's love for money, I also knew the extent of her suffering due to her mother's relationshi
Rafael’s POV"What happened?" I asked Natalie's friend, Fello, over the phone, attempting to suppress the furious tone in my voice as I drove recklessly.Fello replied amid her sobs, fear evident in her trembling voice, "I don't know. She started acting strangely, and now we couldn't make her leave the dance floor. And... and..." She hesitated, as if she was in a dilemma.I yelled impatiently, “What’s wrong, Fello? What happened again?”“Some… there are some men trying to pull her to one of the rooms,” she said, and I cursed, “Fuck.”"We tried to talk to the security men, but they weren't very helpful. They said they can't interfere while the girl is doing this on her own," Fello said, breaking down into loud sobs."Please, Rafael. Come as soon as you can," Rebecca's terrified voice came through the speaker. She paused for a second, then added with a broken voice, "I'm afraid you'll be too late if you don't."Her words spurred me to increase my speed. I couldn't comprehend why Natalie
Natalie's POV Intense pain surged through my body like a relentless wave of torment. I felt as though I were trapped in a bubble of agony. Struggling to open my eyes, I sensed the pain between my legs intensifying.I moaned, tossing and turning with discomfort. The red light surrounding me only intensified the feeling of unease."You're finally awake?" I heard his deep voice say.I tried to turn my head to see him, but I couldn't move my body. My hands and legs were tied up tightly."Raf? Please, I need you!" I said, overwhelmed by the feeling between my legs. I tried to squeeze them together, but they were tied firmly."Raf? Why are you tying me?" I asked anxiously. The feeling inside me was increasing, and I couldn't tolerate it any longer. I needed him. I wanted him to fuck me.“Rafael, please!” I begged this time.Was I dreaming?The uncertainty gnawed at me.But the answer came swiftly when a sudden impact struck between my legs.I screamed in pain, and then I saw him standing b
Natalie’s POVSocial media? Who cares about social media? How could he stand here and ask me about social media while my body is in this state? How could he do this to me? After his private time with Debbie, he dared to touch me? To treat me like trash? I couldn’t tolerate looking into his eyes, not after seeing those ugly bruises that covered my skin, evident from his occupation of my body.He slammed the door with the flat heel of his shoe, his cold eyes piercing into me, emanating a dark aura that seemed to fill the room. After a quick glance, sizing him up, I averted my gaze, not wanting to see his face. Wrapping my arms protectively around my chest, I snapped, "Where am I?"He didn’t reply. Even though I wasn’t looking at him, I could feel his movements as he approached me with steady steps. When he came closer, I defensively took a few steps back, retreating until my back touched the cold surface of the mirror behind me. The look in his eyes was strange, something odd I had neve
Natalie's POV“I want a divorce,” I said, without looking at him. I was just releasing him from the consequences. Moreover, I didn’t forget that night when Debbie answered his phone. I was done with all of this. The doorbell rang. I was surprised; it was the first time we had a visitor since we arrived. He was the one who cooked and cleaned, and he hadn't brought any assistance with him.I remained rooted to my spot as I heard his footsteps approach the main door. After a few minutes, he returned and uttered just one word, "We're going back to Villa Merrin."His cold demeanor provoked me, pushing me to the brink of anger and frustration. I detested that silence.Once more, I snapped, "I want a divorce."He stood in his place for a split second, then replied nonchalantly, "No," before continuing to walk towards the door. At this point, his coldness fueled my rage. I was livid. I hurled the mug into the pool and, after standing and grabbing his arm, I snapped, "I said I want a divorce!