All Chapters of Marrying The Domineering Billionaire In My Sister’s Place: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Natasha’s POV.The cold from the concrete floor had sunk deep into my bones, but the pain from the ropes around my wrists was worse. I had lost count of how long I’d been tied there. I tried to shift my hands a little, hoping the friction would loosen the rope, but it only dug deeper into my skin. My back ached, and the faint sound of footsteps nearby made my heart pound faster. Josh had left a while ago, but I knew he would return soon. He never stayed away for long.The thought of him brought a rush of fear that spread through me like cold water. His voice, his calmness, the way he spoke to me as if I were a child he was punishing—it made me feel small and powerless. But beneath the fear, there was something stronger. It wasn’t anger. It was the quiet determination that came from knowing I had someone worth surviving for. My child and Sylvester.I closed my eyes for a moment, breathing slowly. Every sound mattered now. I needed to know how many men were inside, where they stood, ho

Natasha’s POV.It felt as if the world had finally exhaled after years of holding its breath. The house was quiet most mornings, filled with the soft rhythm of peace I had once thought would never return. Sylvester spent more time at home now. He laughed more easily and slept longer.Sometimes, when I watched him from across the room, leaning over the bassinet to adjust the little blankets we had already set in place for the baby, I caught myself smiling without realizing it. It felt new, this kind of peace, but it was one I had longed for.The nightmares that once made me wake up in panic had faded into faint memories. Every part of our lives was settling into something gentle and full of hope. Even Carol had changed.She had travelled back to our parents’ place for a while after everything that happened, and her return felt like a missing piece falling back into place. She was warmer than before, eager to help, almost too attentive at times, but I didn’t question it. She would hover

Sylvester’s POV.The silence of the night stretched long after Natasha had gone to bed. I sat alone in the study, the glass of water untouched beside me, my thoughts chasing themselves in circles. Ever since that evening with Carol, I had been restless. Her words, her tone, the way she looked at me—it all replayed in my head, each time leaving a deeper mark. I could still hear her whisper, those manipulative words about deserving me, about being the one who stayed by my side. It had been disgusting to hear, yet part of me couldn’t shake off the disbelief that she’d gone that far.Every time I looked at Natasha now, my chest tightened. She carried so much calm in her expression, a serenity that made me hesitant to disrupt her peace. She was glowing, her laughter softer and more frequent these days. The house had taken on a gentler atmosphere since everything with Henry ended. The nightmares had faded, replaced by the sound of her humming while she arranged baby clothes or read quietl

Carol’s POV.I had begun to hate the way he looked at me. Not because his eyes were cruel, but because they held nothing at all. Every time I tried to catch his attention, his face stayed unreadable, his voice calm but distant. It made me feel invisible, as though I were nothing more than a shadow in his home. I had thought that staying here would change things, that time and proximity would make him see me differently. But the longer I stayed, the more he seemed to close himself off.The memory of the night he warned me still burned in my chest. His words were measured, his tone icy. He told me to stop, to respect his marriage and his wife. I had left that night trembling, humiliated, yet unable to let go of my obsession. He wasn’t supposed to reject me. Not after everything I had done to get close again. Not after our parents had reminded me of what was at stake.I had gone back to them before returning here, and that conversation still echoed in my mind. My mother’s voice had been

Natasha’s POV.The drive back home felt peaceful. The air was warm, the road quiet, and my thoughts lighter than they had been in weeks. My parents had been unusually kind during my stay, almost careful around me, and though their presence could be tiring, it was good to be somewhere that still held traces of my childhood. I thought of Sylvester constantly, missing him in the small moments—the mornings without him, and the evenings without his teasing remarks. I was eager to return, to fall back into our rhythm.But the moment I stepped through the front door, that calm disappeared. The house felt wrong. It wasn’t loud or chaotic, just cold, as if the air itself was holding its breath. I stood there for a moment, trying to understand it. The faint scent of wine hung in the living room. The curtains were drawn too tightly, and even the light spilling through seemed dim.Then Carol appeared from the hallway, smiling too quickly. Her expression was bright, her tone cheerful, her moveme