Semua Bab Marrying The Domineering Billionaire In My Sister’s Place: Bab 151 - Bab 160

Josh’s POV.I was burning inside, the kind of heat that comes when someone thinks they can pull the rug from under your feet and leave you stranded. Jenna had threatened to cut me off, to stop sending me the money that had kept me afloat for so long, and the thought of it churned me in ways I could not even hide from myself. If she stopped, then all the comfort I had gotten used to, all the nights where I didn’t worry about how I would eat or where I would sleep, would suddenly collapse on me, and I was not going to let that happen. She thought she could scare me, but she didn’t know that I was more desperate than she could imagine, and desperation had taught me not to care about what lines I crossed.I waited for her to do the right thing, to send what I had asked for, and when she didn’t, I felt the rage building again, so I picked up my phone and called her.“Jenna,” I said, not even bothering with greetings, “are you trying to test me, is that what this is?”Her sigh came throu

Jenna’s POV.Two days later I dragged myself through the door after work, my head heavy, my shoulders aching with the weight of everything I had been carrying inside. I thought all I wanted was a shower and to collapse on the couch, but my phone buzzed and when I saw the private investigator’s name flashing on the screen, my stomach dropped. My hand trembled as I answered.“Jenna,” he said, his tone low and steady, “I’ve got the results, the full report.”My mouth went dry, I pressed the phone harder to my ear, “Tell me.”“Let’s meet up, you need to see things for yourself in person,” he said and immediately I hung up and hurriedly put on a casual outfit before rushing out to meet him.*When I got to our meeting place, I found him already sitting and without wasting time, I asked. “Tell me. What have you found out?”“You should sit down first,” he said, “because this isn’t what you expected.”I lowered myself onto the edge of the couch in the room, clutching a pillow as if it could

Josh’s POV.I lay on the cold ground for what felt like hours, my body screaming with every shallow breath I managed to drag into my lungs, the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth and I could feel the sticky pool of it beneath me, soaking through my shirt and clinging to my skin. My ribs ached, my face throbbed, my whole body felt like it had been torn apart and left for dead. I had thought I was clever, I had thought I had Jenna figured out, I had laughed at her before, calling her slow, thinking she was easy to manipulate, but she had shown me just how foolish I really was. She had turned my own plan against me, she had beaten me in a way no one else ever had, and the sting of that defeat cut deeper than the bruises across my body.I tried to lift myself, but the weight of everything pressed down heavier than any wound, it wasn’t just pain that had me pinned, it was humiliation, it was the bitter truth that I had underestimated her, and she had used that to destroy me. I knew

Natasha’s POV.I sat on the sofa, my arms wrapped around a cushion as if it could hold me together when all I really felt was that I was breaking apart inside. The silence of the weekend pressed against me, heavier than I had expected, and I could not stop myself from sinking deeper into loneliness. As I tried to breathe through the ache in my chest, my phone buzzed on the coffee table. For a moment, I almost ignored it, but when I picked it up and saw Anna’s name, something like relief washed through me. She had been away for weeks, traveling, and now her message said she was back and wanted to see me. She asked if I could meet her for lunch. I stared at the words longer than I should have, a strange warmth creeping into me, because someone wanted to see me, someone remembered me. I typed a quick yes, needing that small thread of hope, and within minutes we agreed on a time.By the time I arrived at the restaurant, I was both nervous and eager. Anna was already seated by the win

Natasha’s POV.I stumbled into the house with tears running down my cheeks. My chest heaving as if every sob was tearing something deeper inside me.I didn’t even bother to take off my shoes, I just let my bag fall to the floor as I dropped onto the couch, covering my face with both hands. The sound that came out of me was ugly and broken, because I felt ugly and broken.“I ruined everything,” I whispered to myself, my voice muffled against my palms, “I ruined us, Sylvester, I ruined it all.”I reached for my phone, my hands shaking, unlocking it quickly. The first thing I did was unblock his number. I dialed him, pressing the phone to my ear, my whole body begging to hear his voice, but it rang and rang and then the line went dead. I tried again, whispering his name as if he could feel me on the other side, “Please, answer me, please just answer, I am sorry.”But he didn’t, the call ended again, and I redialed, and again there was nothing, just the mechanical voice telling me to lea