All Chapters of Marrying The Domineering Billionaire In My Sister’s Place: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Sylvester’s POV.I wasn’t supposed to be late.I knew how important this day was, even if the marriage itself didn’t mean much to me emotionally, It was just a business arrangement. A six-month contract in exchange for the loan I gave their family. Still, I felt like I owed them the basic courtesy of showing up on time.But the board meeting ran over. One of the older members had a list of concerns as long as his arm, and I couldn’t just walk out, not with my grandfather already breathing down my neck about taking my role seriously. So I stayed, gave the answers they wanted, and tried to stay focused. But the entire time, the clock kept ticking.By the time I left the office, I was almost an hour late. I drove straight to the registry. Luckily there were no stops or detours.I kept thinking how awkward it might be to walk in so late. Her parents would probably be annoyed and Carol, too. But at least I would be there. I would apologize, we would sign the documents, and this whole thin

Natasha’s POV. After that call from my mother, I was a mess. Torn between rushing to the hospital to check on my father and going straight to the police station to face her. But then I remembered—I couldn’t even get to the hospital without her. I didn’t know where my father was. She was the only one who could tell me. So, with a heart heavy and hands trembling, I turned back around and made my way to the police station. I don’t even remember the ride there. I must have crossed streets without looking and bumped into people without apologizing. It was like my body was moving, but my mind had stayed behind somewhere, trying to catch up. When I walked into the police station, everything felt too loud and too bright. Phones rang. Voices blurred together. Lights buzzed overhead. I stood there for a few seconds, completely blank, not knowing where to go, not knowing who to ask. I must’ve looked lost because an officer behind the desk pointed down a hallway without even asking my nam

Sylvester’s POV. The second I caught the fear flickering across Natasha’s face, I moved. Amara was spilling too much and I didn’t stop to think about it. I crossed the room in a few strides, reached for her hand, and wrapped my fingers around hers, anchoring her to me. Her hand was cold, trembling slightly, but she didn’t pull away. She just stood there, frozen, like she didn’t know what to do next. It didn’t matter what Amara was trying to stir up. It didn’t matter what anyone else at that table was thinking. Natasha was my wife now and I wasn’t going to let anyone instill an unnecessary fear into her or let her be humiliated while I stood by and watched. Without a word, I led her to the dining table, weaving us through the heavy silence that had fallen over the room. I pulled out a chair for her. "Sit," I said, keeping my voice low but firm. She lowered herself onto the chair almost mechanically, her posture stiff, her eyes cast down like she was bracing for another blow.

Natasha’s POV.The second the words left my mouth, I regretted them. Asking him to stay had felt like the right thing in the moment. But now, with the door closed behind us and silence settling into the room, it suddenly felt like too much. I stood there, unsure of where to look, or how to breathe properly.But then he did something I wasn’t expecting.He nodded and said, “Alright. I’ll stay.”Just like that without awkward pause or hesitation. And somehow that made it even more surprising. I swallowed the tight lump in my throat and gave a small, awkward smile.But then he walked to the couch.Not the bed—the couch. He grabbed one of the smaller pillows and a throw blanket and just started settling in like it was the most natural thing in the world.“You don’t have to do that,” I said, not really sure why I was offering. I was standing there in the middle of the room, barefoot and suddenly very aware of how married we were and how much we didn’t feel like it.He shrugged, his tone li