All Chapters of Marrying The Domineering Billionaire In My Sister’s Place: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Natasha’s POV.I sat in the changing room, my back pressed against the cold wall, my scrubs clinging to my skin with the heaviness of a shift that had wrung me out in every way possible. I had been standing for hours, moving from patient to patient, pretending I was fine, and that my mind was here when in truth it had been elsewhere all day. I dropped onto the wooden bench and forced my hands to rest, but they trembled anyway.The vibration of my phone on the bench pulled me from the silence, and with a deep breath I reached for it. I shouldn’t have looked suspecting what it was. I knew I shouldn’t have, but the urge was stronger than my reason. The screen lit up with Jenna’s name, and before I could stop myself I opened it.The picture filled my vision and I felt the breath leave my chest. Jenna and Sylvester were standing side by side in an unfamiliar kitchen. I suspected might have been that of Jenna this time, aprons tied at their waists. He was stirring a pot with his head be

Jenna’s POV.I almost couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the message from Sylvester’s assistant. An invitation from Slyvester who wanted to see me.After all this time of being pushed aside, of him keeping me at a distance, he finally wanted to see me again. My heart raced in a way I couldn’t control, and I immediately went into overdrive, rushing around my apartment as though I had just been told I was about to walk into an audition that could change my life.I wanted to look perfect, to look like the woman he would finally notice, not just as a colleague or a temporary presence, but as someone who belonged at his side. I curled my hair slowly, sprayed a soft perfume that lingered in the air, and applied my makeup carefully, layering foundation and gloss until my reflection looked as though it could steal attention in any room. I slipped into a silk blouse that clung just enough, paired with heels that added height and confidence. By the time I stood in front of my mirror, I whi

Henry’s POV.I sat behind my desk, leaning back in the leather chair that had once belonged to Sylvester. The nameplate had been replaced, the photographs he used to hang on the wall removed, and the company that was once his empire now had my fingerprints all over it. Mason Industries was no longer his, it was mine, and each day that passed felt like I was tearing down another part of the foundation he had built with so much arrogance. My lawyers had shredded his lawsuit, leaving him with nothing more than a stack of weak arguments and a drained account. Reports kept coming in from my spies, confirming that he was alone, stripped of the allies who once praised him.For the first time in months, I felt like I could breathe freely. I had fought too long and too hard to reach this point, and victory tasted better than anything I had ever imagined.The door opened without a knock, and Marcus stepped inside. The look on his face told me his visit was not going to be one that would add

Josh’s POV.I never thought Jenna would want to talk on the phone. Our friendship had been growing fine online, through texts and messages, everything flowing easily without risk. The moment she hinted that we should start speaking directly, I felt the floor shift under me. I knew Jenna well enough by now to understand she was the insistent type, she would not drop the idea once it settled in her head, and that meant trouble for me. A phone call was not just a phone call, it was exposure, it was my voice betraying me, it was her realizing that I was not the supportive female friend she thought I was.I sat with the thought pressing into me, wondering how I would escape it, and then I found my solution. A voice interceptor, something that could mask what I sounded like, twist my voice into a feminine tone, just enough to convince her that I was still the same friend she trusted. It was not cheap but it was necessary, because as much as I told myself I could cut her off if things

Josh’s POV.I felt like the world had finally opened its arms to me and for the first time in my life, I could stretch my hands wide and claim it all as mine.It had been a whole week of endless pleasure, one night rolling into another with clubs, music, laughter, women and drinks that never seemed to end. The kind of life I had only watched others live from a distance while I stood outside in the cold wondering why fortune never looked my way. Now it was me walking into hotels where the sheets smelled of money and luxury, me holding bottles that cost more than a month’s wage, me waking up without a care in the world, and all of it was because of Jenna.This morning when her transfer came again, the exact amount I had asked for, I laughed so hard in my room that I startled myself, I threw my phone onto the bed and shouted, “Yes, Jenna, you’re an angel, you hear me, an angel,” and I didn’t care that nobody else was around to hear, I was rich now, or at least I felt like it, and that w