Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0199 Sydney's POV

I hadn't seen Dylan for two freaking weeks. Two weeks of blessed silence and freedom from his sickening touch and mind games. But I knew the reprieve wouldn't last.

That day, after the dumb test with the unloaded gun, he showered and then we had breakfast t together. An awkward, tension-filled meal where I struggled to keep up the facade of a lovestruck woman while hiding my revulsion. When we finished, he brought me to an impressive mansion on the outskirts of the city.

He said just a sentence, a sentence that had me twitching my lips into a weird smile to stop myself from scoffing, "You are now my woman, this place will be your home from now on."

On the surface, this would have been ideal, as I never wanted him around in the first place. But I needed him close to get to know more about him, make him fall for my act, and most crucially, to monitor his every moye. Distance would make achieving my goal nearly impossible.

Besides, I was starting to get paranoid that this twisted plan might not go exactly as I'd envisioned. Maybe it was a stupid plan from the start, because in this huge, garish mansion, I wasn't the only woman he had stashed away. I was just one of many.

beck and call. But no, the other women were all Dylan's lovers - some of whom seemed genuinely, disturbingly in love with him. Sad,

starting to get desperate. I had thought I was playing a finely tuned game of love with the bastard, stringing him along until I could strike. But now, it seemed

even have the utter peace of mind I should have expected, because the veteran members of his harem were obviously jealous of the new competition. They tried to bully me as the newest concubine, so I was usually in the middle of a shouting fight or physical altercation. There was

to any watchful eyes that I actually loved Dylan, even when he wasn't present. I couldn't count the number of times I've yelled with dramatic vigor "Dylan is all mine, you bitches!" Who knew who among them was his spy,

only thing the women did. It was like a mindless chore - they woke up, bathed, and then came out of

to his physical appearance alone. Because

game anymore. I was afraid that if I did, I would get hopelessly trapped in the unreasonable struggle for dominance and utterly forget why I was actually here -

if there was even another garish mansion filled with more disposable women. somewhere. It

I simply tried to leave the mansion altogether. And strangely, though thankfully, no one stopped me as I calmly strolled out the front gates and into the grounds. Perhaps this isolation