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.

it would have been if the other women 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 of whom seemed genuinely, disturbingly in love with him. Sad, empty souled creatures. And all I had in this gilded prison was just a single room

tuned game of love with the bastard, stringing him along until I could strike. But now, it seemed I was just another of his many playthings, easily discarded, and I had never really gotten anywhere near his

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 no way I would

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, reporting back

the first three days, as 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

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

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

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

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 from him was