Semua Bab Marrying The Domineering Billionaire In My Sister’s Place: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Natasha’s POV.By the time dinner ended, I could tell something had shifted in Sylvester. He wasn't angry—at least not in the way most people would be—but his face had lost all its warmth. He hadn’t really shown any real excitement for the dinner that took place but at least his expression wasn't as grave as it had become now.He stood politely, helped clear the dishes, and nodded at the guests as they said goodbye, but his mind was somewhere else entirely. Somewhere I couldn't reach. I wondered if it has to do with Amara’s father’s comment. Ever since he made that comment, Slyvester had seemed to change. I wanted to just talk to him, anything just to make him feel better even as I didn't understand why his ex-wife had to make his mood change like that but I decided to leave him alone heading to the kitchen to get things done.I was still helping in the kitchen when Amara found me. She stepped in like she owned the space, leaned against the counter, her arms crossed, and stared at me

Natasha’s POV.I met with Anna again after so many days and we decided to tend to the flowers in the women club’s greenhouse. The sun was gentle that morning and not harsh like it had been all week. There was a soft warmth that filtered through the greenhouse glass, and for the first time in days, I didn’t feel like I was holding my breath.Anna hummed beside me as she snipped the dried ends off a bouquet of roses. I watched her with quiet appreciation. She always had a way of making things feel calm. There was something soothing in the way she moved, slow and deliberate, like she didn’t have to rush through life the way the rest of us did.“You mentioned that these were your favorites, right?” she asked, handing me a bunch of white peonies.I nodded. “They remind me of my mom. She used to grow them in front of our house.”Anna smiled and knelt beside me, brushing some soil from her jeans. “I can see why. They’re delicate but strong. Like you.”I laughed softly. “I don’t feel very s

Natasha’s POV.I sat across from Sylvester, trying to wrap my head around what he had just told me. My mind hadn’t caught up yet. The word assassination and someone wanting him dead felt heavy, too big for the room and too real for the quiet way he had said it. He didn’t flinch. His voice had been steady. But I could see it in his eyes—he wasn’t just telling me facts. He was preparing me.“I am just worried about you,” he said.“You think they’ll come after me too?” I asked, my voice low, uncertain.“I don’t know,” he admitted. “But it’s possible. I have been thinking about it, and seeing our bond growing stronger. I became alarmed because if they notice how much I cherished you, they might try to harm you. That’s why I’ve kept my distance lately. I didn’t want to draw attention to you.”Something in my chest ached at that. I didn’t know what I would expected—maybe that he had lost interest, maybe that he regretted everything between us. But knowing he had been pushing me away out of

Natasha’s POV.“You don’t get to talk about me or my family like that,” I said, my voice trembling. “Not anymore.”She looked stunned. For once, she didn’t have a comeback. She just stared at me, jaw clenched, her cheeks growing red.Without another word, I turned and walked away.I didn’t know what the consequences would be. I didn’t care. All I knew was, for the first time in a long time, I had stood up for myself.And it felt good.I didn’t plan to slap her.Even now, as I walked away from Amara, my palm still stinging from the impact, I couldn’t believe I had done it. I had never hit anyone before—not even in school. But there was something about the way she said those things. The cruelty in her voice, the way she twisted everything to make me feel small, like I didn’t deserve to be where I was... or to be with the people I was around.But more than that, it was what she implied about Dr. Andrew. He had been nothing but respectful and kind, and dragging his name through her jealo

Sylvester’s POV.A knock came on my door and my secretary came in with some files, handing them over to me.“These are the files you asked for Sir,” she said standing upright.“How is the client outreach going?” I asked, going through the files.“We are putting in our best. This is what the marketing team had come up with so far,” she said.“No, this isn't impressive enough. Take the files back to them and tell them to work harder on it. If this is all they could come up with then this project won't even begin because none of the clients would be interested,” I said to her, giving her back the files.She nodded. “Okay, sir.”She turned around and left. I sighed, rubbing my hand over my eyes. Today's work was too much and I was more than exhausted.It was almost nine when I looked at my phone and saw her text.“I’m leaving soon.”I had planned to work late, catch up on more paperwork, but the moment her message came through, I shut my laptop. I told my assistant to cancel the rest of