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.

revenge of a miserable and bitter person who fell from grace to grass would be worse and more brutal than any other revenge. He would not hesitate to ruin me, Mark, Grace and my precious son Aiden. Or worse, forcefully take my baby from me. I couldn't let that happen. The thought made my blood run cold

to get rid of him from just the family and make his life a living hell, I wanted him off the surface of this earth. I wanted

have an idea

in the cup of glass that she held. Her casual, almost bored tone immediately put

cautiously as I sat up straighter. With Bella, you

eyes. "You do know there are some things in this world that you can't accomplish no matter how much effort you put

wine from her hand. She watched me warily as I downed it in one go, the

up," I said after swallowing, resolute. "There should be other ways. There definitely are. We just have

you to give up and leave when

of her motives. "What

between us. "I saw several notices plastered on the streets and on walls. It's a notice of