All Chapters of Marrying The Domineering Billionaire In My Sister’s Place: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Amara’s POV.“Eat your food this time or we won't serve you any,” a guard backed at me as he pushed some food into my cell and walked away. I knew what the food was, the same tasteless meal that was being served every time. I was locked up in a mini cell in the police station while awaiting trial.I was starting to feel like the walls were closing in. It has been three days in this cold, miserable cell, and not a single sign of my father. Every day I asked the lawyer he sent when he was coming. Every time, I got the same vague response. He’s busy. He’s in a meeting. He’s working on something. At first, I believed him. I thought he needed time to pull strings and get me out. But now, I was beginning to feel forgotten and abandoned.I sat on the narrow bunk, knees pulled up, and my arms wrapped tightly around them. I kept thinking about everything. About how it all fell apart so fast. One minute, I was in control, watching Natasha suffer, and the next, I was here. Alone, hated, and pow

Henry’s POV.“What is taking her so long?” I grunted out loud, checking my watch. Amara had just an hour to find her way to the airport as I had instructed and she was taking forever.“Have you contacted her?” I asked my assistant who sat with me in the car.“Yes sir and she mentioned they were close by.”“How long has it been since you contacted her? We are running out of time.”“It's been over twenty minutes now, sir,” he replied, causing my temper to flare.“Then contact her again. Twenty minutes is a lot of time for her not to have gotten here already if she was that close by?” I fussed wondering if Amara had changed her mind.My assistant was about to contact her when his car came into view, stopping beside me. I sigh in relief as she comes out of her car, heading towards me with her driver helping her with her luggage. I opened my car door, put on sunglasses over my face, and came out to meet her.The air outside was humid but calm as we stood near the gate, waiting for final bo

Natasha’s POV.When we were done with our lunch and returned to the hospital, I went to the hospital library to get away from everyone for a while. I wasn’t reading anything in particular, just flipping through old journals. Then I got a pop-up notification on the news about Elena which I quickly opened. Since I had browsed about her, I had been getting recommendations for articles that talked about her and this time it was an article she had written by herself.I stopped breathing for a second as I clicked on it and read through the first lines and then continued. It was an article about exploring feelings and being sure before saying I do and going into marriage.But it was the title that got to me.“A Love Built on Secrets Always Dies First.”I didn’t understand why she had written that. It felt more personal as I read it, like she was trying to say something. A message, a warning.When I was done reading the article which advised single people to be careful of partners they chose

Sylvester’s POV.I stood frozen as Natasha's voice sank into my chest like warm water soaking into dry earth.“I believe you,” she said, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe.No one had ever said that to me. Not in the years after the scandal. Not when everything I worked for fell apart. Not when people walked past me like I carried the plague. Even those closest to me had doubted me. My relatives, my friends and colleagues. They might not have said it outright, but I saw it in their eyes. They always wondered if I did it, if the rumors were true, if I had it in me to become that kind of man.But here she was. Fragile and strong at the same time.My wife.She stood before me with so much fear in her eyes just days ago, avoiding me, trembling when I came close. And now she stood with her hand in mine, her eyes soft but sure, telling me with all her heart that she believed in me.I didn’t know what to say.“Why?” I asked her, my voice quieter than I expected. “Why would you believe me

Natasha’s POV. The sunlight poured in gently through the kitchen windows, soft and golden, painting everything in a warm glow. I sat across from Sylvester, a quiet kind of calm settling between us as we ate breakfast. My spoon clinked softly against the edge of the ceramic bowl, but beyond that, there wasn’t much sound. The silence didn’t feel heavy anymore. It felt comfortable, like a worn-in sweater or a song you’ve heard a thousand times and still love. He glanced at me between bites, his expression unreadable at first, but then he smiled, and I felt it again—that quiet flutter deep in my chest. It had only been a few days since he told me everything about Elena. Every detail, every uncomfortable truth, and every word he had buried in fear of losing me. The betrayal had stung, yes, but what stayed with me was the way he looked when he spoke. He hadn’t acted defensive or calculating, he was just open, tired, and strangely soft like he had been carrying that burden for so long a