All Chapters of Marrying The Domineering Billionaire In My Sister’s Place: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Sylvester’s POV.The house was quiet when I returned that evening after leaving briefly to get her some supplements from the hospital. The air felt heavy, carrying a stillness that didn’t belong there. I walked through the hallway, loosening my tie, and called out for Natasha.Her voice didn’t come from the bedroom as it usually did. Instead, I heard a faint reply from the sitting room.When I stepped in, she was on the couch, holding a bowl of soup from earlier which she had refused to eat before I left. Her hands were steady, but her face was pale. She smiled weakly and told me she was having the special herbal soup Maria made for her. I could see the faint sweat on her forehead.I sat beside her, brushing my thumb over her palm. “You look exhausted. You should rest after this,” I said quietly. She nodded and lifted another spoonful to her lips.It happened so suddenly. One moment she was talking softly, and the next, her body tensed. The bowl slipped from her hands, spilling onto

Sylvester’s POV.The hospital room was silent except for the faint hum of the machines keeping track of Natasha’s heartbeat. I sat beside her bed, staring at her face, waiting for the smallest sign of movement. The light above cast a pale glow over her skin, and her breathing was shallow but steady. I should have felt relieved that the poison hadn’t taken her or the baby, but the relief sat heavy in my chest. What I felt now was something darker, a cold dread that lingered beneath the calm.I had sent the footage to the authorities, given my statement, and made sure Carol was in custody. The law would handle her now. But none of that brought me peace. Every time I looked at Natasha’s hand resting limp against the sheet, I thought about how close she had come to dying because of someone she trusted with her heart.She had defended Carol, believed her, and let her into our home. And I had allowed it too, because Natasha wanted to believe her sister had changed. I had seen the doubt in

Natasha’s POV.The house felt heavier than I remembered. Every time I came here, something inside me seemed to wither. The smell of the furniture polish, the ticking clock in the sitting room, the faint sound of my mother’s slippers against the tiled floor — all of it brought back memories that no longer comforted me.I stood by the door, pretending to have come in peace. My hands trembled slightly, hidden beneath the folds of my bag. My father looked up from his phone, his eyes barely meeting mine before turning away again. My mother didn’t even greet me properly. She just muttered under her breath, asking what I wanted.“I came to ask you to stop,” I said softly, trying not to let my voice shake. “Please stop ruining Sylvester’s name. You know the truth, yet you keep spreading lies.”My mother’s expression didn’t soften. She crossed her arms and stared at me as though I were a stranger barging into her home. “You ruined your own life when you chose that man over your sister,” she sa

Natasha’s POV.I sat on the couch with the photo album open on my lap, staring at the smiling faces that once felt like home. My fingers touched the glossy paper where my supposed mother held me as a child, her expression soft, her eyes filled with warmth I had believed was real. The longer I looked, the more those smiles began to feel foreign. I could not see parents anymore. I saw strangers playing roles they perfected over the years.The living room felt cold even though the curtains were open and sunlight streamed in. It was as if something inside me had shut down. Every memory that had shaped me suddenly became a performance staged by people who had seen me as a future transaction. It made my stomach twist in quiet disbelief.Sylvester was sitting across from me, his face calm but heavy with worry. He had waited until morning before telling me everything. His voice had been low and patient, his hand resting on mine, steadying me as if afraid I would fall apart completely. I had l

Natasha’s POV.When Sylvester told me they had found a lead on my real parents, I couldn’t speak for a while. My thoughts didn’t form clearly. It felt like my heart forgot how to beat properly, caught between disbelief and an aching kind of hope that was too fragile to hold. For so long, I had convinced myself that there was nothing left to find. That the people who brought me into this world were gone, erased by the same cruelty that had stolen my childhood. Hearing they might still be alive shattered every wall I had built to protect myself.He sat across from me in the living room, his voice low and careful, as though saying the words too loudly might make them vanish. “They think your real parents are alive, Natasha. The agents traced records that show they’ve been kept somewhere isolated. We’re preparing to move in soon.”I looked at him and tried to understand what that meant. My real parents. Alive. The words sounded too heavy to fit in my mind. I couldn’t picture their faces,