All Chapters of Marrying The Domineering Billionaire In My Sister’s Place: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Sylvester’s POV. The file I had asked for regarding Henry sat on my desk like it held something living, something that could breathe fire into everything I thought I knew. I had been expecting the investigator’s report, but nothing prepared me for the weight of it. The name “Henry Freeman” appeared over and over. Not in bold headlines, not in outright accusations, but in subtle traces—misplaced numbers, inconsistent transfers, and old trust records that didn’t line up with what they should have been. It wasn’t solid evidence, not yet, but it was something I could work with. Something that smelled of rot beneath a polished surface. I sat there in silence, flipping through each page again. The Mason legacy was vast. Years of work, partnerships, trusts, foundations, and ownerships spread across states. And somehow, Henry kept appearing. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling. My fingers were tense on the armrest. I knew I needed to act fast before Henry took over everythin

Sylvester’s POV. The past few days had been nothing short of satisfying. Natasha and I were in a good place, the kind of place I hadn’t imagined we could find again. There was calm between us now, this quiet understanding that didn’t need to be said out loud. But even in that calm, my mind hadn’t stopped moving. I was still running full speed on the inside, still building, still chasing the next win. At work, things had picked up fast. The new product we had been developing for over two months now was finally ready. I had poured myself into it, showing up early, leaving late, sitting in meetings that ran longer than necessary just to be sure everything was airtight. “This could change the way we’re seen in the market,” I said during a morning meeting with my investors. My assistant, Logan, stood at the corner of the room with a tablet in hand, quietly taking notes. I could always count on him to be efficient and to catch the small things that most people missed. One of the

Natasha’s POV. I sat in the breakroom, my fingers wrapped around a warm mug of tea, the steam curling lazily into the air as my phone buzzed with the hospital-wide announcement. My name, printed boldly in the internal memo, made my heart do something I hadn’t felt in a while. It didn’t race, it settled like it had finally found where it belonged. I read the line over again. “Natasha Mason will be formally appointed as a resident doctor ahead of the official transition period due to her outstanding performance and conduct throughout the program." It was real. I had done it. I leaned back into the chair, letting the pride sink into me quietly. It wasn’t the loud, wild kind of pride. It wasn’t the kind that made you jump up and scream, it was still and strong. It was the kind that came from knowing I had worked hard for this, from the late nights I stayed reviewing charts, from the endless rounds, from putting patients first even when I was exhausted. From choosing grace when eve

Sylvester’s POV.They took David away that morning in handcuffs.He didn’t cry or scream. He just kept repeating that he didn’t do it. His voice was low, almost like he had accepted no one was going to believe him. Watching him get into that police van felt like watching someone being swallowed whole by something bigger than all of us. There was a part of me that still wasn’t convinced. But what choice did I have? The evidence was too heavy, and I couldn’t afford to second-guess everything. Not with what was at stake.After he was gone, I met with my lawyer again. We were pushing forward with the court case. I handed over every document we had. Every timestamp. Every access log. I wanted them to build the strongest argument possible. This wasn’t just about business anymore. It was about reputation. About pride. About making sure people knew I didn’t let things slide.But I didn’t want Natasha to know the full weight of it all. I didn't want her to even know about what was going on.S

Natasha’s POV.Josh's attitude these past days towards me was so suspicious and alarming, I could feel it. It wasn’t obvious at first but now it was.He still smiled too much at me, hovered around the nurses’ station pretending to look busy whenever he saw me there. He found excuses to pass by me at least five times in one shift and there was something new in his eyes now. A kind of quiet pressure like he was waiting for a moment with me, watching for a crack.So I started making sure I wasn’t alone when he was around. If I had to take a break, I would find Andrew. If I needed to grab a file, I called one of the interns with me. It wasn’t fear yet, I just didn’t want to give Josh any room to make things more awkward than they already were. I told myself it was nothing, that I was just being overly cautious. But a part of me didn’t believe that.He had begun leaving me short notes that weren’t dramatic ones. Just little lines scribbled on sticky pads, tucked under my water bottle, or