Alle Kapitel von Marrying The Domineering Billionaire In My Sister’s Place: Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

Natasha’s POV.My chest felt impossibly tight as I turned to speak, but all the words lodged in my throat. His tall frame filled the doorway of the boutique’s changing room, the dim light catching a barely perceptible glimmer in his eyes. I was ready to say thank you, but before the words could come, his voice cut through the air in the quiet space.“You drive me crazy and you don’t even know it.”The world shifted softly, virtually silent except for that admission. I barely recognized the gravity in his voice, as though each word had been pulled from a deep place. He leaned in a fraction, so close I could count the faint ridges on his lower lip. His gaze moved from my eyes to my mouth – like he was trying to decide whether to speak again or cross the threshold into something unforgettable. Heat startled through me, leaving me breathless.I found myself leaning back, my heart thundering. My mind scrambled, wild and chaotic. “What am I feeling?” I wondered. This wasn’t just an attract

Natasha’s POV. I didn’t know how to breathe properly. Not with him standing in front of me, saying things I never thought I would hear from him. He looked tired, more tired than I had ever seen him. And not just the kind of tiredness that came from a sleepless night or hospital waiting rooms. It was the kind that lived under the skin—emotional, vulnerable, and real. And then he said it. That I was proving him wrong. After everything, he was scared because of me. I didn’t know what to say. My throat felt too tight, and my chest ached in this strange, slow way. He was being honest. I could see that. There was no performance in his voice. No cold edges or formal tone. Just a man, hurting and brave enough to say it out loud. And for a second, I hated how much I wanted to believe in it. “I feel something too,” I said quietly, my fingers brushing against each other as I tried to steady myself. “I meant it. That night… I wasn’t just talking.” He didn’t move. Just stood there, lookin

Sylvester’s POV. I didn’t speak for a long time after all that Natasha had revealed. I just sat there, watching her try to stay composed while tears kept escaping down her cheeks. Her voice trembled and her hands were clasped so tightly I thought she might hurt herself. I had never seen her look so small. When the words finally came, they didn’t sound like mine. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, my voice lower than I intended. “Why didn’t you say something while it was happening?” She looked up tiredly. “Because I didn’t want to cause problems for you.” I frowned. “That’s not your job, Natasha. You’re not supposed to carry all this alone.” She shook her head. “I was scared, Sylvester. I didn't want her to carry out her threat of creating a scandal that would ruin you by using me. You’ve worked too hard to build your name, your company, and your family’s trust. I didn’t want to be the reason anything fell apart.” I felt something heavy sink inside my chest. I reached over, cuppe

Natasha’s POV.The cell was cold, not just in temperature, but in the way it felt too still and too quiet. The kind of quiet that sank into your bones and settled there like a weight you couldn’t shake off. I sat on the edge of the hard bench, my arms wrapped around myself, my head bowed low. I didn’t know how long I had been sitting like that, only that it felt like forever. It was the second day since I was arrested and nothing had changed. There was no update, visit, or call from anyone. I hadn’t heard from Sylvester, making me wonder if he had abandoned me to save his reputation. I tried not to think too much about it, but I couldn’t help it. Was he trying to help me? Had he given up? Was he still angry? I didn’t know what to believe anymore. I just sat there wondering if this was where everything would end for me. If this were how my story would close—falsely accused, misunderstood, and forgotten.My stomach growled quietly, but I ignored it. Hunger had come and gone so many t

Natasha’s POV.I woke up early, but I didn’t feel rested. My body had spent the night tossing, turning, and thinking too much. I stared at the ceiling for a while, then sat up, rubbing my eyes slowly. My heart wasn’t calm, it hadn’t been since yesterday. I had lied to the butler last night, telling him to let Sylvester know I was too tired to wait for him, that I had gone to bed early to catch up on the sleep I lost while in jail. But I hadn’t gone to bed early. I had sat by the window with the lights off, watching the night spread across the sky, feeling lost in thoughts I wasn’t ready to admit to anyone.Amara’s words kept echoing in my mind. The things she said, the look on her face, and the confidence she had when she said Sylvester wasn’t who I thought he was. I tried to push it away. I tried to tell myself it wasn’t true. But then I remembered how defensive Sylvester always got when anyone mentioned his late wife. He would never let the conversation last. He would change the su