All Chapters of Marrying The Domineering Billionaire In My Sister’s Place: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Natasha’s POV. I could tell something was wrong, even if Sylvester hadn’t said a word. He still smiled, still touched my shoulder when he passed by, still made coffee for us in the mornings. But the warmth in his eyes didn’t quite reach me like it used to. It was subtle, but it was there. A quiet distance. A slow, creeping pull away from me. I felt it more in the silence than in anything he said. And the worst part was that he acted like everything was fine. I had asked him about the launch a few nights ago. He was lying next to me in bed, scrolling through his tablet, and I had turned to him and asked simply if the product had launched or if the party was still on. He had smiled, leaned down to kiss my forehead, and told me they had decided to hold off for two weeks. He said they wanted to fine-tune the design, make it better before pushing it out, saying it was a strategic move. I believed him then. I really wanted to. But now, sitting across the breakfast table and watching him

Amara’s POV.“You didn’t see the chart?” I asked, standing just outside the nurses’ station, looking at Bella like she had lost her mind. “I left it on the tray where it always is.”Her lips parted slightly as she blinked at me, confused. She looked down at the empty tray, then back at me, her fingers nervously brushing against her coat.“No… I checked here twice. It wasn’t—”I gave her a soft, patient smile. “I know it’s been a busy day. You must have overlooked it. Don’t worry, I’ve already updated the attendance.”She didn’t argue. She just nodded and murmured something under her breath, walking away without making eye contact. I stood there a little longer, watching her shoulders slump. I turned and walked away, biting back a smile.I didn’t need her to fight back. That wasn’t the game. The game was slow, quiet, and steady. Like a steady drip that eventually wears down even the strongest stone.I didn’t need to be loud. I just needed to be there every time something small went wro

Henry’s POV.I poured myself a glass of wine as the last report loaded onto my screen. The numbers were beautiful. There was no better word to describe them. Profits were up. Sales of the new product had already exceeded our projected goals for the quarter. The media was praising the rival company, calling it bold, revolutionary, and the future of medical tech. I sat back and let the satisfaction settle over me.The product had once belonged to Sylvester. Now it belonged to me. And the best part was, the idiot still didn’t know how close I had been all along. The mole had done his job, the file had been handed over, and the launch had been clean. No traces. No doubts. Just business."Poetic justice," I muttered aloud, swirling the wine in its glass.The silence in my office was comfortable. The lights were dim, just the glow of the screens lighting the room. This was how I liked it. Quiet and in control, nothing slipping through my fingers.I tapped through a few more files. Board mee

Natasha’s POV.I had tried being polite at first. I didn’t want to embarrass him, or cause unnecessary drama at work, especially not in front of patients or senior staff. But Josh didn’t seem to take the hint. Every time I turned around, there he was, offering to help carry my files, suggesting we review patient histories together, or asking questions that had nothing to do with our work.So I became firmer.“I’d prefer to handle this one on my own,” I told him while we were prepping for rounds.He smiled like he hadn’t heard me. “I can just tag along and observe.”I shook my head. “I’m fine. I work better without distractions.”I walked away before he could respond. That has become my way of dealing with it. Get in, do my work, leave without lingering. I stayed close to Andrew and kept conversations professional. I avoided the staff lounge unless I knew someone else was already there. I thought if I stayed consistent, if I kept the same message clear and calm, he would stop.But he

Natasha’s POV.The bus rolled slowly into the compound that would be our home for the next three days. My legs were stiff, my back ached a little from the long ride, and my head was buzzing with thoughts that wouldn’t settle. I looked out the window as the building came into view. It was a clean, modern guesthouse tucked into a quiet part of the hospital’s outreach center. I should have felt excited but remembering the sad look on Slyveater’s face while I waved him goodbye that morning remained in my chest and Josh was also here. As we began unloading our bags and stepping down from the vehicle, I stayed close to Dr. Andrew. He didn’t say much, just gave me a nod and a small smile as we walked together toward the main entrance. I liked that about him. He didn’t push. He observed. And he noticed things others didn’t.Once we reached the check-in desk, Dr. Andrew raised his voice just a little so the others could hear.“I’ll be assigning rooms personally,” he said, already looking at