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.

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

bastard, stringing him along until I could

I couldn't 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

he wasn't present. I couldn't count the number of times I've yelled with dramatic vigor "Dylan is all

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

his physical appearance alone. Because there was absolutely no way any woman in

anymore. I was afraid that if I did, I would get hopelessly trapped in the unreasonable struggle for dominance and

even another garish mansion filled with more disposable women. somewhere. It would be a fruitless,

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 another of Dylan's twisted