I’m Divorcing with You Mr Billionaire! (Sydney and Mark) novel Chapter 102

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SYDNEY’S POV 

Just approximately an hour after Dylan dressed me up, Dylan was informed that the car was ready. He changed into a suit that, infuriatingly, made him look more like Lucas. 

I didn’t miss the jealousy that flitted in the eyes of the other women when Tavon rudely ordered. them to behave themselves and remain in their rooms and left with me. I guess they would have loved to be the package that was about to be delivered. And I couldn’t help but wonder if he had ever offered any of those women to his uncle too. 

We got in the car and the driver drove us to where I would be meeting Uncle Tavon. 

After several minutes of a stifling ride with Dylan, we reached our destination and I could breathe. again. 

The driver finally pulled up before another huge mansion but this one was no doubt fancier and grander than the one Dylan’s women resided in. I slowly nodded to myself. I could see why he was desperate to be on the man’s good side. His eyes were glued to the ultimate price. 

“Behave,” Dylan moved closer and whispered the warning in my ear then he strutted ahead, leaving me to scramble after him like a puppy. 

I rolled my eyes as I walked behind him. 

The staff of the house all had a straight face on. They opened the door for us. Inside, the butler was waiting for us with an array of maids. They took our coats and directed us to the living room. 

I wondered if Dylan got this sort of treatment all the time. 

Minutes later, a tall gray–haired man slowly and carefully walked down the stairs. His height might have made any bystander perceive him as an agile man but his careful steps and slightly bent back gave him off. He had this mischievous glint in his eyes that threw me off more than I already was. “Dylan,” Uncle Tavon smiled and walked toward Dylan with open arms. Dylan was already on his feet and his long strides quickly closed the space that was taking Tavon eons to cover. 

I rose to my feet too and the moment the old man’s eyes riveted on me as he hugged Dylan, it was glued to me. 

His hands held my palm longer when we shook hands. Then the butler announced that dinner was ready. As Tavon urged us to go take dinner, his eyes were still on me, going back and forth between me and Lucas as if to denote if I was exclusively Lucas‘ woman. 

At the elaborate dinner, Dylan finally announced. 

“Uncle, this is a gift for you,” Dylan said to Tavon with a huge grin, then he turned to me and nodded slightly, “Sydney…” 

Ah…the package. The only thing that would differentiate me from an actual gift was wrapping pa per. I wondered why he didn’t get that along with the dress. 

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1 left my food and rose to my feet in my full glory, clad in the ridiculous dress that Dylan got for me, specially for this occasion. I shifted my chair back and walked around the table to Tavon’s side where he was seated at the head of the table. 

Apparently, I was walking too slow because when I passed by Dylan’s side, I felt the warmth of his hands on my back as he pushed me toward the man. If I hadn’t held myself back, I would have bar- reled into the old man. 

“I hope you like her,” Dylan said. 

me 

As I stood before him, Tavon’s eyes twinkled delightfully, glad that he could finally stare wantonly at without upsetting Lucas. With a crooked smirk that made his face more squeezed than it was, he lifted my chin with his frail–looking hands and a chill ran down my spine at the lewd expression I caught in his eyes. His obscene gaze thoroughly wandered over my body and it wasn’t hard to see that he was already having some disgusting ideas in his 

s eyes. 

I wished I could pour his untouched food on his head and go ahead to whack the plate on his head afterward. 

Just as his eyes had been glued to my body, assessing me, undressing me with his lecherous stare…he had been too busy doing all those things that he didn’t touch much on his plate. The un- touched food sat there, growing cold, as Tavon seemed to devour me with his eyes instead of focus- ing on his meal. Every bite he took was a calculated, slow motion, his eyes never leaving my body as he chewed methodically. It was as if he was savoring the view before him more than the food itself. 

him 

I forced myself to stay calm though. I unclenched my fists and stopped gritting my teeth and gave my most flattering smile, even as my insides churned with disgust. Maintaining this facade was exhausting, but I knew I had to play along if I wanted my plan to succeed. Dylan’s warnings echoed in my mind – any misstep could mean my life. So I plastered on a sweet, demure expression, no mat- ter how much it made me want to vomit. 

Tavon’s mouth curled up slightly into a malicious smile. His roaming hands rested on the swell of 

butt and he pressed weakly as he turned to Dylan, “Kid, you always know what I like.” 

my 

Dylan nodded with a satisfied smile, his eyes filled with triumph. “Uncle, your satisfaction is always my greatest joy.” 

A shiver ran down my spine at Dylan’s words. His sycophantic devotion to this vile man was utterly revolting. How could he be so eager, so proud, to serve Tavon’s depraved desires? I felt a flicker of doubt – was going along with this really worth debasing myself to such depths? But I quickly pushed it aside. I had already come too far to back out now. 

I remained on my feet, my hands around the old man’s shoulders just as he had instructed while he and Dylan chatted about stupid things. All the while, Tavon’s creepy hands were either sliding into the loose skirt of the dress I had on and rubbing my bare butt or 

it was creeping in the front side of the 

dress and rubbing my stomach. 

Once in a while, whenever Tavon had his head down as he scooped food into his mouth, Dylan would pass me a glare and order me to smile with just a look. 

I was repulsed at both of them, their personalities and every little thing I’ve managed to discover about them but I just had to suck it up. Swallowing hard, I maintained my sickly–sweet expression, 

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It will be worth it, the end result will be worth my time and efforts and sacrifices, I convinced myself so I smiled sweetly at Dylan. 

After dinner – where I had only a few spoons of the meal because Tavon thought it was romantic for the spoon he had inserted in his disgusting mouth to go into my own mouth as he spoon–fed me. 

I was still giving myself a pat on the back for not throwing up in his face. 

I watched Dylan’s back as he exited the mansion, full of himself that he had been able to please 

Tavon. 

Before Dylan left, he had moved closer to me and threw me a warning look, reminding me of his 

warning. 

On the way to Tavon’s residence, he had abruptly grabbed my neck, causing my heart to flip over in fright as he whispered close to my ear, “Don’t even think of telling Tavon about my secret,” I choked and weakly pulled at his hands as he pressed my neck harder, “Don’t try it. Those who try to betray me only have one way to go, death. Luigi should be an example. 

I nodded my head vigorously until he released his hold on my neck and placed a kiss on my cheeks, “Good girl.” 

“Sydney,” Javon’s hoarse low voice interrupted my thoughts, “I hope you can satisfy me,” he asked with a smile that did nothing but creeped me out. 

1’bit my lower lip and forced myself to smile, “I will, godfather. It’s the only reason I’m here.” 

If the stupid uncle hadn’t been so blinded by his perverseness, maybe he would have seen that Dylan was nothing but the fake version of Lucas that he was. 

My skin crawled when he smiled again and ordered me to follow him. 

I had to walk slowly so I wouldn’t get ahead of him since he was the one leading. I shook my head in disgust as I wondered how a man this old would still be this perverse. Shouldn’t he be preparing for his looming death and spend his last days doing good? 

He stopped before a room and nodded toward the door, asking me to step in before him. I pressed down on the door knob and opened the door. 

The room was dark. I heard the door to the room close and then the click of a switch being turned on before neon blue lights flickered into the room, lighting up the whole place. 

What the hell what have I gotten myself into? 

My heartbeats accelerated as my eyes settled on the items in the room. There were all sorts of tor- ture devices neatly arranged on all sides of the room. I could tell that they were torture devices not because I was farmiliar with them but because they looked like pain. 

My hands beside me tightly gripped my skirt and I tried to soothe my fear and steady my erratic heartbeats. 

This was a completely unfamiliar world and a scary one too. 

“Kneel down,” I flinched when I heard him behind me. 

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I obediently knelt down, wincing slightly as the hard floor scraped my knees. 

Tavon nodded in satisfaction, his eyes shining with a strange light, “You’re obedient, good.” 

He walked to one side of the room and picked up a whip. Goosebumps spread all over my skin as he approached me, his frail hands holding tightly to the whip. 

Before I could process what was about to happen or make an attempt to protest, he raised his hand, a wicked glint in his eyes and he lashed the whip harshly on my bare skin. 

My back arched as I tried to get away from the stinging pain and my scream resounded in the room as the pain spread through me, tears prickling behind my eyes.