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.

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

any words, all he could do was spluft out more blood. His glassy eyes pleaded with me

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

matter. He was still going to

I gritted out, finally able to channel all of my resentment through my words and look. "You shouldn't have treated Lucas 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

out. His life was

saw his finger twitched and I smirked, "His name is

forever, and no one will remember you existed." I whispered," Lucas would be remembered but not Dylan." He looked at me with

felt fulfilled. Perhaps, this was why I was one of my purposes. To avenge Lucas. Because the fulfillment I felt was indescribable. A great weight had been lifted from my soul- the ghost of Lucas could finally rest, I

but one that was justified in my eyes after all the pain and suffering Dylan had

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

the torture room!" Tavon yelled and I

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

jammed my palms