All Chapters of Marrying The Domineering Billionaire In My Sister’s Place: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Natasha’s POV.The scent of roses reached me before my eyes even opened. I shifted beneath the sheets, feeling the warmth of the morning sun touch my skin, and when I finally blinked awake, I had to pause. The entire room was filled with flowers. Vases upon vases stood on every surface, their colors blending into a soft sea of red, white, and pink. For a moment, I wondered if I was still dreaming.Then I heard his voice.“You are awake,” Sylvester said softly.I turned my head and found him standing at the foot of the bed, his expression unusually relaxed. He was dressed simply, a shirt with the sleeves rolled up, no tension in his shoulders or storm in his eyes. Instead, he looked at me as though he had been waiting for this exact moment.“What is all this?” I asked, my voice still rough with sleep.“A surprise,” he replied, walking toward me with a tray in his hands. “Breakfast in bed. Nothing complicated, just what you like.”I sat up slowly, my hands resting on my stomach, and h

Natasha’s POV.The morning had started quietly, the kind of silence that carried comfort, with sunlight spilling gently through the curtains and the faint sound of birds outside. I had just finished folding the little clothes we bought for the baby when my phone rang. It was my mother.I answered quickly, pressing the phone to my ear. “Good morning, Mom.”Her voice came through uneven, trembling. “Natasha…I do not know how to say this.”My heart clenched. I sat down slowly on the edge of the bed. “Mother, what is it? You are scaring me.”There was a long pause, and then I heard her draw in a shaky breath. “Clara is home. She came back to us. She walked into the house late last night, tired, thin, and crying. She fell into my arms and begged for forgiveness. I cannot explain the relief I feel, but at the same time my heart aches at the sight of her.”I pressed my free hand against my chest, struggling to catch my breath. For so long I had lived with the ache of my sister’s absence, m

Sylvester’s POV. The sound of hammers and the quiet noise of workers filled the air that morning, though I had made sure to keep everything discreet so Natasha would not be disturbed. For weeks, I had watched her grow more tired in the evenings, her body heavier with the child, her rest interrupted by light filtering through the curtains or a chair that did not support her back properly. I had noticed every small thing she tried to hide with a smile, and today I wanted to give her something that would make it easier for her, something that would remind her that I was not only watching but acting. By the time she stepped into the bedroom suite, the work was complete. Her eyes widened, her lips parting as she looked around. The heavy blackout curtains stood neatly drawn at the edges, promising her peaceful sleep. The armchair in the corner had been replaced with a recliner built to support her, soft cushions scattered across it. Even the lighting had been changed to a gentler to

Josh’s POV.The night air felt damp against my skin as I waited behind the café, my back pressed against the wall of the narrow alley. I had told the manager I was taking out the trash, but the truth was that I had no intention of going back inside until I had met the man who had been watching me for days. My heart thudded heavily in my chest, not from excitement but from something darker, a mix of fear and desperation that left a sour taste in my mouth.The shadows shifted and then I saw Leo. He was smaller than I expected, with a wiry frame and eyes that darted around as though he never trusted quietness. His clothes looked worn, and his jacket hung loose as if it had been stolen from someone larger. He had a cigarette between his fingers, and when he saw me, he smirked like he had already decided who I was before I even opened my mouth.“So you’re the café boy,” he said, his voice low and scratchy.I swallowed hard, forcing myself to straighten. “Yeah, that’s me. Josh.”He blew

Sylvester’s POV. The ocean was the first sound I heard when morning came. I turned my head and found Natasha still asleep beside me, one hand resting over her small bump, her lashes soft against her cheeks. She looked peaceful, something I hadn’t seen in a while. For months, I had watched her carry so much. The fear, the changes, and the exhaustion, she wore them quietly, never complaining, but I saw them in the way she sometimes pressed her lips together after a long day, or how she reached for my hand without saying a word. I promised myself that this trip would be different. That she wouldn’t have to think, or plan, or worry about anything. She would simply be my Natasha again, my heart at rest. I reached over and brushed a strand of hair from her face. She stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open. “Good morning,” she whispered, her voice still heavy with sleep. “Good morning, my love,” I murmured, leaning closer. “You slept well?” She smiled faintly. “Too well. The ai