Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Sydney's POV

My heart sank as Bella relayed Tavon's response and reaction when she suggested that he conduct a paternity test.

I slumped on the woven chair I sat on in the garden terrace. The garden terrace was one of my favorite spots in this mansion. Apart from the fact that it was secluded and quiet - the perfect spot for meditation - it has now served as the perfect spot to hold our meetings and be rest assured that no one could easily eavesdrop without getting caught. And it was also a bit of a walk from the mansion.

I closed my eyes, the sound of birds chirping and flowers rustling slightly filled my ears as I thought of our next course of action and what we could do. The warm spring breeze caressed my face, but I found little solace in the tranquil garden surroundings with the weight of our predicament hanging over me.

Since Tavon didn't in any way care if Dylan was truly his nephew or not; in fact he had gotten so riled up when Bella suggested it that Bella knew it was only smart to not talk about it with him again. And that meant that our plan in getting rid of Dylan was in vain, invalid. We were back to square one in our quest for vengeance against the man who had put me through such unspeakable horrors.

I could have found other means to get rid of Dylan from the family. I could make Tavon kick him out of the Esposito family and leave him stranded and wretched to live the rest of his life in misery and abject poverty - what he had feared that brought about all of this issue in the first place. Cast him out like the parasite he was, leaving him to rot.

Aiden. Or worse, forcefully take my baby from me. I couldn't let that happen. The thought made my blood run

his life a living hell, I wanted him off the surface of this

an

to find Bella swirling the wine in the cup of glass that she held. Her casual,

it?" I asked cautiously as I sat up straighter. With Bella, you never

in her eyes. "You do know there are

caught her by surprise when I snatched the glass of wine from her hand. She

to give up," I said after swallowing, resolute. "There should be other ways. There definitely are. We just have to look more thoroughly and

to give up and leave when

frowned, immediately suspicious of her motives. "What

us. "I saw several notices plastered on the streets and on walls. It's a notice of a missing person...and the missing person is you."