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.

were simply maids meant to serve me and be at my every beck and call. But no, the other women were all Dylan's lovers - some

I could strike. But now, it seemed I was just another of

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

wasn't present. I couldn't count the number of times

it seemed to be the only thing the women did. It was like a mindless chore - they woke up, bathed, and then came out of their rooms solely to fight and scratch at each other, struggling to win Dylan's fleeting favor and maintain their meaningless status. I started to outrightly

blame them though. With Dylan wearing Lucas' beautiful face, I could understand why some woman might be drawn to his physical appearance alone. Because there was absolutely no way any woman in her right mind would ever fall for his vile, abusive personality unless she too was just as

didn't want to participate in their vapid 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 - my thirst.

justice. Who knew if there was even another garish mansion filled with more disposable

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