Semua Bab Marrying The Domineering Billionaire In My Sister’s Place: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Sylvester’s POV. The car was silent, but the tension wasn’t. I sat beside her, staring ahead, trying to keep my jaw from locking. My hands rested on my knees, but they were itching to run through my hair. I was holding too much back. The image of Amara stretching money at Natasha while she looked so lost and out of place in the crowd, the embarrassment on Natasha’s face and the whispers from the guests… all of it played over and over again in my head. She hadn’t said a word since we got in. Not one. And that made it worse. “Are you going to tell me what happened or do I have to drag it out of you?” I finally said. She kept her eyes down, her fingers tangled together in her lap. She didn't give me any response. Not even a glance. I felt a flash of frustration rise. “I left you for twenty minutes,” I said, my voice rising a little. “Twenty minutes. I told you not to interact with Amara previously. I told you to avoid my family because I know how they are. And what did you do?” St

Sylvester’s POV. Lunch with my grandfather was never just lunch. There was always a reason, a weight behind his invitations and today was no different. I knew it the moment he waved me to the table at his usual spot—an old restaurant he frequented, where the waiters greeted him by name and treated him like royalty. I sat across from him, barely hungry, already bracing myself for whatever lecture he had tucked behind his polite smile. He didn’t start right away. We talked about business, the market, a bit of politics—things he knew I could discuss without giving away much of myself. But eventually, he set down his fork and looked straight at me. There was that pause—long enough to make me shift in my seat and then he said her name. “Natasha.” I didn’t respond. I just waited, letting him say what I knew was coming. “She’s a good girl,” he said. “I did a background check on her.” “I know you didn’t want this marriage with her although you had to get married to her anyway,” he adde

Natasha’s POV. I couldn’t bring myself to understand what was happening. Not really. Sylvester wasn’t acting like himself. Or at least, not the version of him I had come to know. He wasn’t cold or distant like before as we ate dinner. He wasn’t using silence as a weapon. He just… seemed calm. Not warm, exactly, but not detached either. I kept stealing glances at him throughout the evening after we finished dinner and relaxed back at the table, wondering what he was thinking, what brought on this strange shift. My chest felt tight in a quiet way, like I was bracing for something I couldn’t name. Every move he made felt calculated, but not in the usual business-like way. There was something almost gentle about it. And that made me more uneasy than if he had yelled. I kept thinking about how we got here—how our marriage wasn’t really a marriage. It had started with a contract and more like a threat. One signature and my life had changed. He hadn’t even tried to make it sound kind. H

Natasha’s POV.Hearing him said that made all my nerves disappear causing me to feel so assured. I had never been great with crowds, that was the reason I panicked so much the last time when he told me I needed to appear in public as he wanted to introduce me. Something about all the eyes, the noise, and the pressure to smile at the right time, made my chest feel tight, like there wasn’t quite enough air. But I held my head high hanging on his words as we stepped onto the carpet, trying to ignore the way my hands were slightly trembling by my sides.Sylvester was next to me, close enough that I could feel the heat of his presence. He didn’t say much, but somehow, that quiet confidence of his did more for me than any words could. I took a deep breath and stood a little straighter, reminding myself that I wasn’t here alone.The flash of cameras began the moment we got closer because of how popular I had gotten. It was almost blinding, like walking into a storm of light and noise. Peopl

Natasha’s POV.I hadn’t planned to wear white.At least, not at first.But something about the idea stuck with me after that conversation on the hill with Sylvester. It wasn’t about stealing attention or starting trouble—at least that wasn’t how it began. I just wanted to feel like I mattered. For once, I wanted to walk into a room and not shrink. I wanted to stop pretending I was okay with everything Amara and Josh had done.So I wore it.The dress was simple with no lace, no heavy beadwork, or dramatic train. Just a clean, soft fabric that fit me well and made me feel like I belonged on my own terms. And yet, when I stepped into the venue with Sylvester beside me, all eyes turned.It was quiet at first, that sort of hush that stretches a second too long. Then came the whispers and the nudges. I could feel the weight of everyone looking, even though I kept my head high. Sylvester didn’t flinch. His hand stayed on the small of my back, guiding me through the crowd like he didn’t care