Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

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.

Isneered when I 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 upon himself through his cruelty and wickedness. There could be no mercy for one such as him.

He opened his mouth when I came into his view but he couldn't form any words, all he could do was spluft out more blood. His glassy eyes pleaded with me for help, but I felt nothing.

If I had 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 pierced his flesh.

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

I leaned into his ear and whispered, "Dylan, you damn bug." 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 eyes, the knowledge that I had played him and betrayed him must be resounding. "And you know what? You shouldn't have told me, then I would have left like I was never here."

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

"You know, I bore you a son." I saw his finger twitched and I smirked, "His name is Aiden, but you're not worthy to be his father. I'll tell

everyone that Auden's father to Lucas, and you will disappear 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 never came,

As I watched him fade away, I 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 had enacted a brutal

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

After it was confirmed that Dylan was dead, Tavon's bodyguards dragged me from Dylan's body and made me kneel before Tavon.

"Cuff her and throw her in the torture room!" Tavon yelled and I glimpsed a tinge of pity in Bella's eyes.

My heart 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 where my loyalties truly lie.

I quickly jammed my palms together and pleaded, "I swear,

godfather, I hate Lucas more than you do right now, I've always. despised him."

The surprise in his eyes was evident. He had not expected me to. forn on Dylan, the man he saw as my lover and father of my child. But I knew I had to seize this moment to win back his trust. "Why did you think he wasn't able to get a bullet through you when

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he pointed the gun at you and pulled the trigger?" I continued, my voice trembling slightly with the weight of the situation. "I emptied the gun of its bullets, godfather. I threw him a gun without bullets."

As the realization sank in, Tavon's eyes softened and I knew I didn't need to explain more. He understood that I was by his side and he flicked his hand at his guards who backed off, lowering their weapons. A wave of relief washed over me - I had managed to avoid the torture room, at least for now.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.