I’m Divorcing with You Mr Billionaire! (Sydney and Mark)

Chapter 97

Chapter 97 Chapter Ninety Seven

Sydney’s POV

Dylan smiled smugly, his palm caressing my back until he stopped at nape. “Good girl…” he drawled. Then his grip on my nape tightened so hard that I almost winced in pain. He snarled, “And if it does-

n’t?

I smirked then as I bent to pick up the gun that fell, he had to release my neck. When he saw what I picked up, he growled, “What the do you think you’re doing?” But that was all. He didn’t attempt to snatch the gun from me. He just watched and waited to see what I was going to do.

It then I lifted my chin, baring my neck and I I held his hard gaze and took his hand. I placed the gun made him press the gun to my throat. “I’m all yours,” I purred, I pushed his hand so that the gun digs into my throat, slightly constricting my breathing. “If my love for you doesn’t stand the test of time then do with me whatever you wish.”

He smirked and his eyelids slightly dropped as he trailed down my neck with the gun until his hands fell to his side. In an instant, he was gripping my neck again and roughly kissing me.

He abruptly pulled away, gripped my forearm and literally dragged me to wherever he was headed. I looked back and gave Luigi and Lucas‘ grave one last look before I turned back.

I realized that he had brought us to the car. He yanked the door open and his subordinates that were seated in the car stared at both of us, stunned.

“Get the k out, you twits!”

The second the words left his mouth, his subordinates scrambled out of the car as if there was a fire outbreak in it.

“Come on,” he pressed my head down and pushed me into the backseat, “Tie her.” Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

They nodded and two of them were on either side of me. I quietly remained still and let them do as they were ordered, all the while I watched Dylan as he watched them tie me with an unfathomable ex- pression on his face.

When they were done, he turned to them. “Dispose of Luigi’s body and get out of

of here.”

“Yes sir!” They chorused and quickly jogged toward the direction where Luigi’s body lay.

Then he got in the front seat and slammed the door shut. I thought he was going to drive off but he just remained there, motionless.

For minutes, we said nothing. One in a minute, our eyes locked in the rearview mirror for a second before he’d look away again. And I could see that at that moment, with me tied in his backseat and his men out of sight, he had let his guards down. Several emotions crossed his eyes as he stared ahead.

When he met my eyes again, his veil was back on. “Not that I need to explain anything to you… Luigi attacked me. You know he was going to kill me if he could…” he paused and I guessed he was wait- ing for a response.

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Chapter 97 Chapter Ninety Seven I nodded slowly.

“I had no choice but to kill him got it?”

I nodded again,

“Good,” he said coldly, ‘you should know what fate awaits you if you ever try anything stupid.”

I nodded again.

He was still looking in the mirror. I thought he was looking then I realized that he wasn’t. His focus was behind the car.

I turned my head as much as a tied person could and saw his men handling Luigi’s body. My heart slightly ached when I saw his body.

I turned back to find Dylan’s gaze on me.

I pouted, “Poor Luigi, I actually liked him. He was a cool guy. But he deserved what he got. How dare he try to hurt you.”

His eyes searched my face then he looked away without saying a thing..

He gripped the steering wheel as if he was having a fight with it, stepped on the accelerator and sped off into the night.

It wasn’t until I saw the restaurant I sometimes visited because the bacon and pancakes that the ho- tel where I am lodged made were trash that I realized Dylan was driving to the hotel.

When he parked before the hotel, he dragged me out of the car and into the hotel.

He stopped at the front desk as if he had been doing this his whole life. “Room card!”

At this point, I already gathered that he must have known about my arrival in Italy and chose to el- ther ignore it or bid his time. Bid his time for what? That I do not know.

Umm…” the staff on the front desk passed me an uncertain look and slightly raised her brows.

I gave her a ‘go ahead‘ nod.

Without any further question, he handed the room card to Dylan. With a glare, Dylan snatched the card from her and she flinched back..

I threw her an apologetic look as we turned to leave.

Dylan didn’t care who was watching, he once again dragged me to the elevator. In there,I stood like a beaten puppy behind him, only able to direct my glare at his shoe–clad feet.

When the elevator stopped on the floor where my room was and the doors slid open, he sMarkped down the hallway. He didn’t drag me this time so I rushed after him like he’d want me to.

He stopped before my room door and easily slid the card in. When it got unlocked, he pushed me in- side and I stumbled in.

He locked the door and went straight for my bag that was carelessly thrown in the armchair in the

room.

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I watched him display his maniacal behavior as he rummaged through my bag. He did that for while then with a hiss, he turned it upside down, and bent down to pick my passport, ID and phone

He brought out his gun from his back pocket and pointed it at me

I hadn’t even realized he still had the gun with hirn.

He covered the space between us and pressed the gun to my chin. “You love me, don’t you?” He said in a gruff voice.

I nodded wordlessly.

Then he said threateningly, “Since you claim you love me, you have to prove you won’t get up and leave someday.”

He stretched the items he took from my bag to me, “You know what to do now, don’t you?”

The icy coldness of the gun on my chin was a recurring reminder that if I made any wrong move or said the wrong thing, the maniac wouldn’t hesitate to blow my face off.

So I smiled and managed an unreluctant nod, I took the ID card, passport and phone from him. Then I took a step back from the gun, turned and headed for the bathroom.

I heard his silent footsteps as he followed me sndi could sense that he still had the gun up.

I smiled at him as I dropped the items on the counter. One after the other, I took the ID card and passport and tore them into shreds then threw then into the toilet.

I hoped he didn’t expect me to ruin a perfectly good phone as I removed my sim card from it. I re- turned my phone to the counter before I dropped the sim into the toilet too.

I raised my brows at him as I flushed the toilet. “My love for you will stand all tests,” I rephrased my fake promise from earlier.

Even though this was all a ruse to end him, just like he said, I had to prove to him that I meant it and that meant doing crazy things. That meant cutting off the people that were like a family to me. If he hadn’t forced me, I would have cut off from Mark and Grace anyway. Because I knew if I didn’t return when I had planned to, Mark might trace my location and come–finding me.

Besides, there was no possibility that this would go through, I might fail and never get to see Aiden. or Mark or Grace again but I wouldn’t fall without trying.

Dylan smiled in satisfaction.

I walked over to him and wound my arms around his neck, pressing my chest against his, “The only person I can rely on now is you, Dylan,” somehow, I was able to make my eyes slightly water. “I beg you to love me, just like before. Can you do that?”

He scoffed, “I never loved you, It was all an act. I used you.

I smiled, my smile filled with pain, “Funny how I like that. Use me as you want, Dylan. I’ve told you, I’m all yours. Then I rested my head on his chest, “All I ask is that you love me.”

He walked us backward and when my butt hit the counter, he stopped. He carefully placed his on the counter.

gun

He bowed his head and buried his face in my neck, he sniffed as his hand groped my breast hard. I

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bit my lip to stop myself from screaming in pain and clenched my fists to kill the urge to push him.

off me.

His hand slid down my body and he hooked it at the band of my short shorts.

“No! no no, I wanted to scream as he roughly pulled down my shorts without bothering with the but- ton and the hard material roughly brushed on my bare skin.

Before I could fully process what was happening, he hoisted me into the counter and roughly

shoved his dick into me.

My fingers on his shoulders tightened and I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip. Hell! That hurt!

He breathed hard as he rapidly thrust into me, pulling in and out and grunting into my neck.

It took a while before I could fake a moan which seemed to heighten his ego as his grip on my thigh tightened and his thrust became impossibly hard.

God, I wanted to cry as my back hit the wall repeatedly. This idiot used to make love to me so softly when we dated. My thighs hurt as I wrapped my legs around his hips and struggled to meet his pace.

“You know,” he started but took a pause after another brutal thrust. “I used to admire your clever- ness in dealing with Mark.” He grunted, “Now, it seems that’s all it is, you are just a boring, silly and pa- thetic woman,” he scoffed, tipped his head back and grunted. “begging for my love.”

“If loving you makes me pathetic and silly, then so be it,” I answered breathlessly. “Besides,” I purred and faked another moan, “Don’t you know that a woman in love has no IQ?”

“Hm hm.”

“I treated him that way because I didn’t love him. But you’re different, Dylan. I love you.”

I couldn’t help but cross my fingers as I lied. Even the heavens should know that I didn’t mean every- thing I was saying.

Dylan didn’t say anything else, his grip just tightened and he quickened his movements.

I buried my fingers in his thick hair, and my body now synced easily with his.

I closed my eyes that it was just a matter of time. I just needed to be patient, that was all. And this shouldn’t be so hard, after we used to make love before – when I thought he was Lucas. I just had to suck up to him until the time was right.

Well, during our ride back, Dylan became not so quiet and started to blurt about his childhood to his hostage at the back of the car a.k.a. me..

Due to what I made sense of his fragmented stories, his upbringing and environment groomed him. into a ruthless, brutal, cold and skeptical man.

But there was one thing they might or might not have groomed him to be but he wanted it. He lacked it anyway and even if he doesn’t say it, he deeply yearns for it.

Well, I was ready to give it to him.

I will give it to him and make him believe that someone sane could actually love an animal like him.