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.

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 upon himself through his cruelty and

into his view but he couldn't form any words, all he could do was spluft out more blood. His

my eyes out because this death was horrible, every part of his body had a bullet hole in it.

doesn't matter. He was still going

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

out. His life was

bore you a son." I saw his finger twitched and I smirked, "His name

you existed." I whispered," Lucas would be remembered but not Dylan." He looked at me with hurt and disbelief and hale before

this was why I was one of my purposes. To avenge Lucas. Because the fulfillment

justified in my eyes after all the pain and suffering Dylan had

was confirmed that Dylan was dead, Tavon's bodyguards dragged me from Dylan's body and

room!" Tavon yelled and I glimpsed a

skipped a beat and I knew that 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 him of

palms together