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Natasha’s POV.The hospital was quieter than usual, the kind of quietness that settled only during the early afternoon hours. Most of the patients were either asleep or occupied with visitors, and the corridors had a rare hush to them. I stood at the sink in the supply room, rinsing surgical tools with care.This was supposed to be a shared task—Amara and I had been assigned to handle it together. But she had vanished, conveniently, after our rounds. Not that I expected anything different.I had grown used to the way she slipped away whenever it suited her, leaving behind just enough work to make me look overwhelmed. Then later when it was done, she would come claiming she was the one who did the job or directed me on how to, taking all the credit and every time it turned out to work for her. I guessed it was because it was her family’s hospital. I didn’t mind her not being around to join me in what was assigned to both of us. I loved the peace that came with not having her around a
Marrying The Domineering Billionaire In My Sister’s Place CHAPTER 42.
Natasha’s POV.I stood in the center of the room, the tabloid still in my hand, eyes lingering on the photograph of me pushing a grocery cart. It seemed so ridiculous that something so normal—so human—could turn into a headline that questioned the financial stability of one of the most powerful families in the country.Sylvester’s grandfather was seated in an armchair by the window. The afternoon sun cast long stripes across the floor, and the ticking of the old grandfather clock filled the silence between us.“I’m sorry,” I said quietly, placing the tabloid gently on the table like it was something fragile.He didn’t respond right away. Instead, he sipped his tea, watching me over the rim of the cup. His eyes weren’t angry, just tired in a way that came from years of dealing with the world’s nonsense.“You should leave things like that to the staff,” he said after a moment, not harshly, but with that tone people use when they’re reminding a child not to run with scissors. “People wa
Marrying The Domineering Billionaire In My Sister’s Place CHAPTER 41.
Natasha’s POV.It had been a week since Sylvester kissed me. One full week. And yet, the memory lived on in my mind like it had happened just this morning. I had tried distracting myself with books, music, and even redecorating one of the guest rooms. But it didn’t help. No matter how many times I told myself not to overthink it, my mind kept going back to that moment—his warmth, the way his hand lingered on my cheek, and the silence that followed. It wasn’t just the kiss that haunted me, it was the way he looked at me right after, like he wanted to say something but stopped himself.He had left the next morning for a business trip, and though I tried to convince myself it was for the best, his absence echoed through the mansion. I had grown used to hearing his footsteps in the hallway, the occasional knock on my door, or even just his voice somewhere in the distance. Now, the house felt too still.When the women’s club invited me to lunch that afternoon, I almost declined. I wasn’t
Marrying The Domineering Billionaire In My Sister’s Place CHAPTER 40.
Sylvester’s POV.A knock came on my door and my secretary came in with some files, handing them over to me.“These are the files you asked for Sir,” she said standing upright.“How is the client outreach going?” I asked, going through the files.“We are putting in our best. This is what the marketing team had come up with so far,” she said.“No, this isn't impressive enough. Take the files back to them and tell them to work harder on it. If this is all they could come up with then this project won't even begin because none of the clients would be interested,” I said to her, giving her back the files.She nodded. “Okay, sir.”She turned around and left. I sighed, rubbing my hand over my eyes. Today's work was too much and I was more than exhausted.It was almost nine when I looked at my phone and saw her text.“I’m leaving soon.”I had planned to work late, catch up on more paperwork, but the moment her message came through, I shut my laptop. I told my assistant to cancel the rest of
Marrying The Domineering Billionaire In My Sister’s Place CHAPTER 39.
Natasha’s POV.When Andrew said those words—“She’s graceful, smart, and clearly doesn’t need expensive fabric to turn heads”—the entire room seemed to hold its breath. I certainly did.I wasn’t expecting it. I had been so caught up in trying to shrink myself, to disappear from the attention Amara had stirred, that the idea of someone standing up for me, especially someone like him, felt unreal.My face burned. I didn’t know where to look. So I thanked him, happy that he stepped in at the right time.Josh had gone stiff beside Amara, and it was obvious from the tension in his jaw that he didn’t appreciate Andrew’s comment. I could feel the weight of his glare, but I didn’t meet it. I didn’t want to read whatever was written on his face.The evening carried on after that, the music low, people settling into the rhythm of wine glasses clinking and laughter bouncing off the walls. A slow song started, and couples made their way to the dance floor. I stayed by the corner, my arms folded
Marrying The Domineering Billionaire In My Sister’s Place CHAPTER 38.
Natasha’s POV.“You don’t get to talk about me or my family like that,” I said, my voice trembling. “Not anymore.”She looked stunned. For once, she didn’t have a comeback. She just stared at me, jaw clenched, her cheeks growing red.Without another word, I turned and walked away.I didn’t know what the consequences would be. I didn’t care. All I knew was, for the first time in a long time, I had stood up for myself.And it felt good.I didn’t plan to slap her.Even now, as I walked away from Amara, my palm still stinging from the impact, I couldn’t believe I had done it. I had never hit anyone before—not even in school. But there was something about the way she said those things. The cruelty in her voice, the way she twisted everything to make me feel small, like I didn’t deserve to be where I was... or to be with the people I was around.But more than that, it was what she implied about Dr. Andrew. He had been nothing but respectful and kind, and dragging his name through her jealo
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