Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0232

Sydney's pov

Dylan pulled the trigger but nothing happened. His face became red and he tightened his hold on the gun as he continuously pulled the trigger like a fool.

The scene replayed in my head for the umpteenth time that night. When Dylan left the car to go give instructions to his men, I was the only one left in the car.

I looked around and quickly removed the bullets from the gun with shaky hands. I hadn't had any plans at mind but I sure knew that if he could shoot then he'd definitely be shot at. And that was exactly what was happening.

Grasping what had happened, Tavon's bodyguards immediately brought out their ammunition and mercilessly shot at Dylan, making holes through his clothes and body. "That must have been how Axel was also shot at," I thought.

Dylan's body finally could not take the shots anymore and as he fell to the floor, his gaze found mine behind the chair I had hid myself in. His eyes were filled with despair and pain as he hit the ground. I wanted to rush to him and tell him that I removed the bullets from his gun. I wanted to tell him that I planned the whole thing but I couldn't. Not now. Not when the guards were still shooting at him. Finally, they stopped on Tavon's order then I crawled through the mess-the broken table and plates and expensive vases and many others, the injured men, the dead ones that Dylan had stabbed - to his unmoving body. All eyes were on me and the guns were still

pointed but I didn't care, I needed this moment.

reached him. Stubborn man. He still wasn't dead. His eyes were open as he spluttered blood from his mouth. As 1 looked at his battered form, a wave of pity washed over me. He had been a pawn in my game, used and discarded. But I hardened my heart he had brought this

but he couldn't form any words, all he could do was spluft out

really loved him, I would have held his body and cried my eyes out because this death was horrible, every part of his body had a bullet hole in it. Even his forehead which made me wonder why his eyes were still open. But I loved him not my heart was as cold as the steel that

it doesn't matter. He was still going to die either

how you did." His head turned to me and our faces were now mere inches from touching. The disbelief and fear was unmistakable in his eyes, the knowledge that I

weakly opened his mouth but only blood spluttered out. His life was draining away with each precious

smirked, "His name is Aiden, but you're not worthy to

from this world forever, and no one will remember you existed." I whispered," Lucas would be remembered but not Dylan." He looked at me with hurt and disbelief and hale before his pupils stopped moving and he stopped spluttering blood. With his final breath, he tried to mouth something but the words

purposes. To avenge Lucas. Because the fulfillment I felt was indescribable. A great weight

my eyes after all the pain and suffering Dylan

Dylan was dead, Tavon's bodyguards dragged me from Dylan's body and made me kneel

room!" Tavon yelled and I glimpsed

this torture room wasn't the' one Tavon introduced to me on my first day here. A chill ran down my spine as I imagined the horrors that may await me in whatever room he was referring to. Still, I had to keep my wits about me and find a way to convince

jammed my palms