All Chapters of Marrying The Domineering Billionaire In My Sister’s Place: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Natasha’s POVThe moment I stepped out of his study, I felt like the walls were closing in on me. My chest ached and my legs felt unsteady, but I pushed myself to keep walking as if nothing was wrong. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how much his words had shattered me. The rejection in his eyes, the chill in his voice, the disgust behind every syllable—each one pierced deeper than I could stand.I had gone in there hoping, even if only a little, that he might allow me to stand beside him, that he might let me ease his burden, even if just by listening. But all he saw was pretense, all he heard in my voice was false concern. He hated me for a mistake I couldn’t undo, and no matter how much I tried to reach for him, he only pushed me further away.By the time I reached the hallway, my vision was blurring. I pressed my back against the wall, shutting my eyes for a moment, but the heaviness in my chest didn’t lift. If I stayed in that house a moment longer, I knew I wo

Marcus’s POV. The days blurred together in here, each one as heavy as the last. It had been two weeks since I was locked in this place, two weeks since Henry’s words had carried me through the fear, and yet the walls were beginning to speak louder than his promises. Every morning the guards came, every day the same questions, the same attempts to break me, and still, I kept my mouth shut. They wanted me to confess, to say Jenna’s name with guilt in my voice, but I refused. I told myself that Henry would come, that he would send someone, that he would not leave me rotting in this cage. He had promised, and I clung to that promise like a drowning man holding to a piece of wood, but my faith was starting to tear apart. The cell stank of sweat and damp, and the food left no taste in my mouth. The only thing that gave me a distraction was the newspaper I had managed to get through one of the other inmates. It was passed into my hands quietly, as if it were a treasure, and for me

Sylvester’s POV. I sat in the study with the curtains half drawn, the light of the afternoon spilling across the desk but doing nothing to ease the storm in my chest. My hands kept clenching and unclenching against the armrests of the chair as if they could squeeze out the frustration sitting in me. Every wall in this house reminded me that I was trapped. The court’s order held me in chains just as tightly as if I were the one in prison. The silence was thick, and inside it, my thoughts kept circling back to Natasha. She was here again, under this roof, but it didn’t feel like it. Every time I saw her face, I felt anger rise in me, anger that wasn’t even hers to carry. I had pushed her away, treated her as if she were part of the betrayal that had wounded me, and yet a part of me still longed for her presence. I pressed my fingers to my temples, closing my eyes. “She came back,” I muttered under my breath. “And what have I done since? Nothing but punish her for it.” My

Henry’s POV.The city lights blurred past the cab window, streaks of neon against the dark. I kept my head low, my cap pulled down far enough to shadow my face. Every red light felt like a trap and every siren in the distance made my chest tighten.I should have been untouchable. That was the plan. I played the game better than anyone else. But Marcus—Marcus had cut me open with his betrayal. Now, instead of celebrating on the top floor of my penthouse, I was sitting in the back of a stranger’s car, running like a hunted dog.My phone buzzed once in my pocket. I checked the screen—it was Diego, my right-hand man. I answered without hesitation.“Talk.”“It’s ready,” he said. “We’ve got a boat waiting. You’ll need to move fast. The police are already making moves and preparing to be on their way to raid your place right now. We don’t have much time on our side.”“But don’t worry before they will be done preparing, you must have already been on the boat leaving,” he assured.“Have you fo

Natasha’s POV. I thought I would feel a little at peace being back in this house, but every corner reminds me that things are no longer the same. I walk past the familiar walls, the pictures on the hallway, the furniture I once chose with excitement, and yet none of it feels like mine anymore. I tell myself that I have returned home, but the coldness in Sylvester’s eyes each time he looks at me leaves me feeling like an intruder. I want to talk to him, I want to explain, but he barely lets me close. He answers me with short words, sometimes with silence, and my heart aches in ways I never thought possible. I was still lost in these thoughts when I heard a knock on the front door. I opened it with a small hope that it would be him, but instead, I found my parents standing there reminding me that I had put a call across to them hoping they might intervene in making peace between me and Slyvester. My chest tightened instantly because I knew their faces, I knew the lines of disapp