All Chapters of Marrying The Domineering Billionaire In My Sister’s Place: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Henry’s POV.I had never felt so drained in my life. Every step dragged as though my legs were made of stone, and my clothes clinging to my skin with sweat and grime. The border was nothing more than a faded wooden post and a dirt road, but crossing it felt like stumbling into another world. My once expensive suit was torn, the collar ripped, and one sleeve hanging loose. My polished leather shoes that were only weeks ago, were coated in mud and nearly falling apart.A man in uniform appeared ahead of me. He was a patrol guard, his rifle slung carelessly over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing as he took me in.“Stop there,” he barked, raising his hand.I lifted my chin and forced the same smile I had used a thousand times in boardrooms and meetings, the smile that made men believe I was untouchable. “You don’t know who I am,” I said, my voice hoarse but still carrying authority. “Show me some respect and let me pass.”The guard stared at me for a long moment, then burst out laughing.

Henry’s POV.The days blurred together until I could no longer count them. What had first felt like a temporary inconvenience now stretched into weeks, and every sunrise brought with it the same hunger, the same aching body, the same reminders that I was no longer the man I had once been. My hands, once smooth and kept, were now cracked and rough. My palms carried blisters from lifting crates, hauling water, and shoveling dirt. The expensive suit I had worn when I stumbled across the border was in tatters. I had traded my ruined shoes for a pair of sandals that barely held together, the straps digging into my feet with every step.There were times when I would sit on my cot in the crowded tent and let my thoughts wander back to my old life. I could almost taste the wine I used to drink, the rich sauces from meals prepared by private chefs. I could picture the shine of my cufflinks, the soft leather of the chairs in my office, and the way people bowed their heads when I walked into

Henry’s POV.The air in the camp was heavy, carrying the smell of sweat, dust, and food that was never enough to satisfy anyone. I had spent the past few days watching the guards, their movements, and the way they handled their things. I knew I couldn’t keep begging or trading. My watch was gone, my pride was gone, and if I didn’t find a way to reach out to someone, I would rot in this place.This morning, I saw one of the guards leaning lazily against the fence, his phone resting carelessly on the edge of a table as he sipped from a bottle. My heart raced as I kept my eyes on it. I waited, forcing my breathing to stay calm. The moment he turned away to laugh at something another guard said, I moved.I walked past slowly, bent down as though I was tying the worn strap of my sandal, and with a swift motion, I slid the phone into my pocket. My legs felt weak as I walked away, forcing myself not to look back.When I finally slipped behind one of the large tents, I pulled it out with sh

Amara’s POV.The walls of my penthouse felt like they were closing in on me. The marble floors, the expensive chandeliers, the city lights that spread beneath my window like scattered diamonds, none of it brought me comfort. My chest was tight, and my hands trembled no matter how much I tried to steady them. His voice still echoed in my head. “Amara, it’s me. Henry.”I pressed my palm against my forehead, closing my eyes. I should have hung up the moment I realized it was him. I should have pretended I never heard that voice, that plea, that reminder of everything I had buried. But I hadn’t. I listened and spoke to him. I let him in, if only for a moment. And now I couldn’t breathe without hearing from him, and couldn’t stand without remembering the desperation in his words.My phone buzzed again, and I flinched. It was silent after a moment, only a notification on the screen left behind. Work emails. Nothing important. Yet even the small sound felt like a gunshot in my quiet room.

Sylvester’s POV.The morning light was weak, spilling through the window in the hotel room I lodged in upon my return from abroad. I had barely slept, and the weight of it showed in the way my body leaned against the desk. The phone on my table buzzed, and I picked it up, already knowing who it was. It was my new investigators. Their voices always came with a mixture of relief and dread, and this time was no different.“We have news,” the man on the other end said. His tone was clipped, professional, but I could hear the tension underneath. “Henry has managed to cross the border. He is no longer in this country. We traced his movement, and the last signs confirm he is now in another country.”I felt my chest tighten, and I pushed away from the desk, pacing the room. “Where exactly?” I asked, though I already felt the rage boiling, the same old fire that had never truly died down since Henry vanished.“We cannot give you the precise city yet, but we know the country. He has help. Som