บททั้งหมดของ Marrying The Domineering Billionaire In My Sister’s Place: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Natasha’s POV.After I closed the door on Josh’s face, I kept feeling it, that quiet discomfort under my skin. Not because anything had gone wrong yet, but because of the way Josh kept showing up, especially after showing up at my door last night and accusing me of having an affair with Dr. Andrew. It was now disturbing because he might start a rumor which wouldn't be good for my reputation or Slyvester’s who is struggling. I knew it was time I stopped overlooking him and did something but what would I do? He hadn't physically assaulted me yet, there was no evidence, so what would I say to the police? The thought of this left me feeling helpless but still I told myself, I had to do something.*The next morning, as we filed into the conference room for another field session, Dr. Andrew caught up with me in the hallway.“You alright? I heard about what Josh did to you last night from an intern who stayed in the same unit with you, ” he asked, handing me a sealed water bottle from his

Natasha’s POV.The location of our field trip was just about one hour away and we had already arrived to save Dr. Gabe, whom we had tried to stabilize and keep conscious all through the ride in the ambulance we reached out for help. The hospital lights always felt too bright when we arrived at the hospital late that day. I had gotten used to them over time, but that day, they pressed into my eyes like they were trying to remind me of everything I didn’t want to think about. The stretcher was rushed in through the emergency doors the moment we arrived from the trip. Dr. Gabe had passed out during the ride. I had sat just a few feet away, staring at his pale face the whole time. They tried to stabilize him, but by the time the ambulance pulled into the hospital, he was barely breathing.Now he was in a coma. Machines did all the work for him, beeping steadily in the corner like cold reminders of how real everything had become.I stood behind the glass with a few other interns, watchin

Natasha’s POV.“Mom. What are you doing here?” I asked, hurrying towards her. She was already attracting attention and soon the higher-ups will get notified and involved.I grabbed her hand, apologizing to people around, and led her out of the hospital.“Why would you come here to do this to me? Haven’t I said I can't do anything, I don't have the money to assist,” I demanded, trying not to lose my temper.“Why have you been ignoring our texts and calls? If you hadn't done that, do you think I would have come here to do this?”“You are harassing Sylvester and me, can you stop, please?”“No, Natasha unless you provide the money needed for your sister’s support. I don't care how you will do it, just do it by the end of tomorrow or I will do worse,” she said and stormed out leaving me standing there wondering if they sold me out the moment I agreed to marry Sylvester.*I didn’t want to cry anymore, but everything felt too much as the day went by.The calls, the texts, and the accusation

Jenna’s POV. After work closed for the day, I stepped out of the office building, the cool evening air brushing my face. The conversation with Sylvester replayed in my mind like a scene from a film. He had accepted me. Not just tolerated me—he had taken me in as part of his team as his trusted strategist. It wasn’t just a win for me. It was a win for Henry’s plan. I pulled my phone from my bag before I even reached my car. My hands were steady, but inside, my pulse was quick. I tapped Henry’s name. He answered on the first ring, his voice low but brimming with satisfaction. "So?" "He took me in," I said, unable to hide the note of triumph in my tone. "Completely. He believes I was sent by his grandfather. There wasn’t a moment of hesitation." Henry chuckled, the sound deep and smug. "I told you he would. His grandfather’s word is the one thing he can’t question. And with the breadcrumbs I planted for him to find, he was always going to think you were the perfect candidate." I

Sylvester’s POV. The days had started blending together. My calendar was nothing but back‑to‑back meetings, strategy sessions, and pages of market analysis. Jenna had become the person I saw most hours of the day. From the moment I stepped into the office, she was already there, leaning over her laptop, sleeves rolled up, and her focus unshakable. She was unlike anyone I had worked with in a long time. Precise and direct. Every idea she put forward came with evidence, projections, and contingency plans. In the middle of all the noise and pressure, she was steady, motivating me to be the same. So with her energy and motivation, I knew I needed to come up with another product to help the company recover from the other one that was stolen and caused all the mess. I told her about it and she suggested we take on as many products as we could sell and do market research before settling for the best one that would be successful, which was a good idea. That morning we were in the conf