Semua Bab Marrying The Domineering Billionaire In My Sister’s Place: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Natasha’s POV.I didn’t mean to react the way I did when Sylvester caught me.He had only placed his hands around my waist to stop me from falling, but the second his touch landed, I froze completely. Not because I was afraid or uncomfortable, it was the opposite. I just wasn’t expecting to feel anything… and yet, there I was, standing still, my hands braced against his chest, my breath caught in my throat.He pulled back the moment he saw my face. “Sorry,” he said, his voice low. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”I shook my head quickly, heart thudding far louder than I would ever admit. “You didn’t. I just… wasn’t expecting it. That’s all.”He looked at me for a moment, searching my eyes. Then he nodded once and stepped away, putting space between us that somehow felt bigger than it really was. I didn’t know what to say after that. I wanted to tell him not to walk away so quickly. That it wasn’t wrong. That I didn’t mind the way his hands felt, like he would’ve caught me

Natasha’s POV.I hesitated, standing there with the fresh bandages in my hands, not sure where to look or how to move forward. Sylvester sat on the edge of the bed, his expression unreadable, though I could tell this was just as uncomfortable for him as it was for me.“I can manage if it’s too weird,” he muttered, not meeting my eyes.“No,” I said quickly. “I said I’d help. It’s fine. Really.”It wasn’t fine. My heart was beating way too fast, and my hands already felt unsteady, but I knelt beside him anyway. I undid the button and slowly eased the zipper down, trying not to focus on what I was doing. It was just fabric. Just skin. Just a leg I needed to treat.He helped, lifting his hips slightly so I could slide the trousers down. I kept my eyes locked on his knee—the bruises, the swelling, the faded redness around the old bandage. I kept reminding myself this was medical, that I had done much worse in school. That this was about care, not feeling.But then my hand slipped, and the

Natasha’s POV.Sylvester’s question surprised me more than I thought it would. We were sitting together in the quiet of the living room, the sunlight filtering softly through the curtains, casting gentle shadows around us. I had just finished helping him with his medication, and the room felt calm and still. For a moment, I wasn’t sure how to respond.“I always wanted to be a great doctor,” I said, my voice quieter than I expected, as if speaking it aloud made it more real. My eyes dropped to my hands folded in my lap. “Since I was a kid.”He gave me a look that encouraged me to say more, and I took a breath.“When I was little, I was sick a lot. More than most kids, I think. I spent a lot of time in hospitals — maybe too much time. The doctors there weren’t just people in white coats. They were my lifeline. They made me feel like I mattered, like someone cared enough to keep fighting for me. I admired that. It made me want to be that kind of person for someone else one day.”Sylvest

Natasha’s POV.I hadn’t imagined that one day I would be standing at the front of a room full of women—some of them so polished and so confident—that I might feel like I belonged. Yet here I was, preparing for the next meeting of the Women’s Society. Anna had given me this chance, this honor of hosting, and somehow it still felt surreal.The morning had started early. I moved around the room with a careful purpose, straightening chairs, arranging refreshments, and making sure every little detail was just right. The scent of fresh flowers mingled with the soft sound of quiet conversation beginning to stir. It was strange, this mix of nerves and excitement twisting inside me. I reminded myself that I was here because I had earned this spot, even if it didn’t always feel that way.Sylvester was there too, sitting quietly in the corner with his leg propped up. He looked better each day—still pale, but the fire in his eyes was back. He offered to help, but I told him to rest. It wasn’t ju

Natasha’s POV.The moment the door refused to open, my stomach dropped.I jiggled the handle again, hoping maybe it had just jammed, but the knob didn’t move. I knocked once, then twice, and louder the second time but I got no reply. My heart started to beat faster, louder than the quiet hush of the changing room outside.I pressed my ear to the door, listening but I was met with only silence as it seemed like others had all left already.Was this happening? On my first day?I took a shaky breath and stepped back, staring at the closed door like it might suddenly unlock itself. I didn’t want to believe it, but deep down, I already knew—this wasn’t an accident.This was Amara’s doing.It had her written all over it. The timing and the pettiness. I knew she was mad seeing me starting an internship at the hospital she had control over, unable to stop me or get out of my way as she did the last time. I couldn’t afford to be late. Not on my first day. Not after everything it took to get