All Chapters of Marrying The Domineering Billionaire In My Sister’s Place: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Natasha’s POV. I had never seen the house this silent before. My parents’ place used to carry the warmth of early morning coffee, my mother’s voice humming softly from the kitchen, and my father’s feet dragging over the floor as he made his way to the porch, with a newspaper tucked under his arm. But now, there was only quiet—the type that echoed. I hadn’t told anyone I was coming here. I just needed space. A place where I didn’t have to pretend that I was fine, where I could curl up, and not worry about expectations or explanations. Dr Andrew had helped me file for a temporary leave from work, when I later went to the hospital to ask for an urgent temporary leave, and I appreciated that he didn’t press me for reasons. He had asked me gently if I was okay, and I gave a vague nod. That was the most I could manage. After my return from the hospital, I spent most of my time sitting by the window in the guest room. It used to be mine before I moved out. The sheets still sme

Sylvester’s POV.I sank into the couch, my chest heavy, and my hands trembling as my assistant’s words echoed in my mind.“Sir, I’m sorry to tell you this over the phone, but the board held a secret meeting today,” he said quietly, “Henry has been made CEO. They gave him full control, and you’ve been stripped of your powers.”I stared at the wall, unseeing, my mind refusing to process it. “What… what are you saying?” I asked, my voice barely audible, but my hands gripped the phone like it was a lifeline.“I know this is hard, sir,” he said, “but it’s true. They’ve handed over everything. He has the company now. Your name won’t matter in decisions anymore.”I pressed my forehead into my palms, my thoughts spinning. Every late night, every sleepless hour, and every ounce of energy I had poured into building something meaningful, was gone. And for what? For Henry to sit back and watch it all fall into his lap?“This can’t be real,” I muttered, my fingers shaking, “I can’t… I can’t just l

Jenna’s POV.I knocked gently on his door, my knuckles barely making a sound against the polished wood. I stood there for a moment, the tray balanced in my hands, my heart thumping louder than the knock itself. “Sylvester,” I called softly, forcing my voice to be calm, “I made you something to eat. Please, just come out for a moment.”The silence dragged on, heavy and uncomfortable, until I almost turned away. Then the door opened suddenly, and he was there—tall and tensed, anger written across his face. His eyes locked on mine, so fierce I felt myself wanting to disappear.“What did I tell you?” His voice was rough, edged with irritation. “Don’t ever do this again, Jenna. Don’t presume to know what I need.”The words pierced me like daggers, yet I held the tray tighter, refusing to let my trembling hands betray me. My throat was tight, but I managed to whisper, “I only wanted to help—”“Help?” His laugh was hollow, and bitter, like shards of glass breaking in my chest. “By forcing y

Natasha’s POV.I could barely recognize myself in the mirror anymore, my eyes were swollen from too many sleepless nights, and my lips were cracked from forgetting to eat or drink properly. My body felt heavier than ever, but inside I was hollow, drifting through the days as though nothing mattered anymore. My parents had not been answering my calls in weeks, they had cut me off completely, and the weight of that rejection only deepened the ache in my chest.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at the wall when my phone buzzed against the pillow beside me. For a moment, I thought of ignoring it thinking it was Sylvester sending the 200th text in just a few hours now but something inside me made me pick it up. The number was unfamiliar, and I hesitated, then curiosity got the better of me.I opened the message, and my breath caught in my throat.There were pictures of Sylvester and Jenna together.The first was of them seated at a restaurant table, plates half empty, his fac

Jenna’s POV. I stood in the kitchen, the aroma of mac and cheese I was cooking filling the room, and I felt a thrill of satisfaction pulse through me. I had gone to great lengths this time, every detail meticulously planned just to be able to send Natasha more photos to keep her away. I guessed the previous ones I had sent might have already taken root, and if I sent more today, she would have every reason to start believing me if she hadn't before. To prepare for today’s photos, I had hired someone to act as Sylvester for the day to make it look like we were now living and cooking together since accessing Sylvester these past days has been difficult and only sending messages without proof might make Natasha think it was a lie. I took several snapshots of me and the man I had hired, editing out his face, and replacing it with that of Sylvester to make it appear to be him which I sent immediately to Natasha, without any message attached this time, wanting her to have whatever