All Chapters of Marrying The Domineering Billionaire In My Sister’s Place: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Sylvester’s POV.Today, I wanted everything to be simple. No grand gestures or surprises too heavy with planning. Just Natasha and I, in the place where everything had started to heal.When she woke, she found me already dressed, sitting at the foot of the bed tying my shoes. She smiled sleepily. “You’re up early.”“I wanted to catch the sunrise,” I said softly. “But I waited for you to open your eyes before I started the day.”She laughed.“You waited for me? You could’ve gone.”“What’s a sunrise worth,” I said, meeting her eyes, “if you’re not in it?”She shook her head at me, that shy smile tugging at her lips. “You’ve become a poet.”“Just a man in love,” I murmured, and she laughed again.After breakfast, we walked down to the beach barefoot. The sand was cool and soft beneath our feet, and the tide came in quietly, kissing our ankles before retreating again. Natasha’s hand was small in mine, her belly now showing more than before, a bump that made me both protective and grateful

Natasha’s POV.I woke to the faint sound of movement in the bedroom and a low noise of music playing in the background. I rubbed my eyes, blinking against the brightness, and realized Sylvester was already up, moving around quietly, getting ready for work.“Good morning,” I murmured, still half-asleep, letting myself stretch, arms rising above my head as I tried to shake off the heaviness of sleep.He turned, smiling faintly, the way he always did when I caught him off guard. “Morning,” he replied softly, voice still rough from sleep. “Sleep well?”“I did,” I said, voice slow, “though I feel like I didn’t.”He laughed lightly, a warm sound that always made the room feel safer, like the world had paused for a little while. “That’s the kind of sleep that sticks with you,” he said, moving closer, holding out a hand to help me up. “Come, help me pack the last of these things before I head out.”I swung my legs off the couch and walked to the bedroom with him. The small domestic rhythm o

Natasha’s POV.The next afternoon, Carol and I decided to visit the park. The air was bright and soft, the kind that makes you feel a little lighter even if you’ve had a long week. Carol said she hadn’t been out for a while and wanted to see what had changed since she’d been away. I could understand that feeling. We walked slowly through the park, watching children play by the swings and couples sitting close together on benches. Carol smiled as she looked around, her eyes lighting up. “I missed this place,” she said softly. “It feels like everything here stayed the same.”I smiled. “It’s always like that. No matter how long you’re gone, this place never really changes.”She nodded and bent to pick a fallen flower from the grass, twirling it between her fingers as we walked. We stayed there for a while before deciding to go shopping. It had been a while since I’d had a proper outing with her, and Carol said we needed to spoil ourselves a little.At the store, the air smelled of new c

Josh’s POV.The café was packed that morning, the kind of loud and restless crowd that made my head throb. Plates clattered, steam hissed from the coffee machine, and the smell of burnt milk mixed with sugar filled the air. I tried to stay calm behind the counter, forcing a smile that felt like it was made of glass. I had barely slept last night, and I could feel it in my body.Then the manager’s voice came through the noise, cutting straight through my head. “Josh, can I talk to you for a second?”My stomach sank before he even said what I already knew was coming. I wiped my hands on my apron and followed him to the back room. The door closed behind me, and for a moment the sound of the café faded into a dull hum.“There’s been a mistake with yesterday’s catering order,” he said, his arms folded. “The client said the food never arrived.”I stared at him, my throat going dry. “What? I delivered that myself. I left it at the venue and even confirmed it with the event coordinator.”“We

Sylvester’s POV.Max stood by the door, his jaw tight, eyes flicking to the folders he carried like he wasn’t sure which one to open first. The air in the room was thick with unspoken tension, the kind that only came when you knew something wasn’t just a coincidence anymore.“Talk to me,” I said, moving around the desk and taking a seat.He nodded once, laying the folders on the table. “It’s worse than I thought. Josh isn’t just keeping tabs on your movements—he’s building something. Quietly.”I frowned. “Building what?”“A network. He’s using Henry’s former contacts, but he’s smart about it. Small-time people—bookkeepers, mechanics, and drivers. People that wouldn’t draw suspicion if the police ever looked. But every one of them has had previous dealings with Henry’s operations. Not enough to arrest, but enough to know the streets.”I leaned back, the chair creaking faintly under me. “So Henry’s not just hiding. He’s rebuilding.”“Looks that way. And Josh might be his link to you,” M