All Chapters of Marrying The Domineering Billionaire In My Sister’s Place: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Carol’s POV. I could barely breathe from the weight of anger sitting in my chest. Since that night he slept in his car, I had not been able to stop thinking about it. The humiliation burned through me like a slow fire. He could have gone anywhere—a hotel, his office—but he chose to sleep in his car. Outside. Just to avoid me. If I hadn’t followed him and found out, I wouldn’t have known. The memory alone made me tremble with rage. I had played my part perfectly, at least I thought I had. I had created the right moment, the right atmosphere. The wine, the dress, the soft words. I thought it would remind him of the man he used to be with me. But he ruined it. He walked away like I was nothing, and that night became the turning point. He made me look like a fool in my own plan, and now everyone knew it. Still, he hadn’t told Natasha. That was the only part that gave me satisfaction. He hadn’t said a word. He hadn’t exposed me. That meant something. It meant he was still protec

Sylvester’s POV.I couldn’t take it anymore. Every night I went to bed pretending that silence was safety, and every morning I woke up feeling like I was drowning in secrets. The guilt of knowing what Clara had done, what she kept trying to do, had turned into something unbearable. Natasha deserved peace. She deserved the truth, even if it shattered her.I sat alone in the study that evening, the curtains drawn, the faint hum of the air conditioner the only sound in the room. My hands trembled slightly as I locked the door behind me and walked to my desk. For days, I had avoided looking at the recordings, convincing myself that ignorance was some kind of mercy. But tonight, that excuse no longer had power. I had to see. I had to end this.The laptop sat before me, silent and accusing. I took a deep breath and opened the encrypted folder. The camera feeds appeared, one by one, small squares of familiar rooms: the living room, the hallway near the library, and the quiet corner of the si

Natasha’s POV.For a moment, I couldn’t move. The sound of Carol’s name still hung in the air, caught between my lips and the cold silence that followed. My hands trembled, my chest heavy, my heart refusing to believe what my eyes were seeing. I pinched myself asking why I was leaving when they were supposed to do so, so I rushed back upstairs, finding my way into the bedroom.I looked up at them. My voice came out low and uneven. “What is this? What is going on here?”Neither of them answered immediately. Sylvester froze where he stood, his eyes wide, guilt written across his face. Carol turned slowly, her expression shifting from shock to something unreadable—half fear, half challenge. The sight burned itself into me. My own sister, the person I trusted with everything, standing there with my husband as though she had every right to.“Natasha,” Sylvester finally said, his voice low and urgent. “It’s not what you think.”“Then tell me what it is,” I whispered. “Tell me why my sister

Carol’s POV.The air outside the mansion felt heavy, as if the world itself wanted to remind me that I no longer belonged there. My feet carried me out of the gate before I could think. My chest was burning, my palms trembling, and every breath felt like a curse pressed against my throat. I could still see Natasha’s face in my mind, the way she looked at me as if I was something filthy. The humiliation was so deep that it made my vision blur.I stopped at the side of the road, my heart pounding too loudly in my ears. A taxi pulled over, and I climbed in, slamming the door with a strength that startled the driver. He asked for my destination, but I only gave him the first place that came to my mind because I was not yet prepared to go back home to face my parents. I wanted to scream, but the sound was caught somewhere in my chest. My hands were clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my skin.How could she still have everything? After everything I had done, everything I had risked,

Natasha’s POV.The afternoon light spilled through the tall windows, warm but heavy, as though even the sun hesitated to touch the tension sitting in the room. I sat beside Sylvester, my hands clasped on my lap, my heart quietly unsettled. The house felt too quiet, too aware of what was about to happen. When the front doors opened, the faint sound of footsteps echoed down the marble floor, steady but uncertain.Carol walked in.She looked smaller than I remembered, her shoulders drawn in, her face pale and tired. Her eyes were downcast, her fingers trembling slightly as she held her purse close. For a brief moment, I wondered if the woman standing before me was truly my sister or just a shadow of her. My chest tightened, but I stayed seated, unwilling to let my emotions show too quickly.“Natasha,” she said softly. Her voice quivered, the way it used to when she was caught lying as a child. “I know I’ve done terrible things. I don’t even know where to begin. I just… I wanted to see yo