Sydney 's POVI pulled back from the hug when I heard a clap.I looked at him, my face a few inches from his with my arms still woven around his neck, "Why'd you clap?" I asked with a small smile, my eyes searching his face curiously. There was a playful glint in his eyes that made me wonder what he was up to.He only smiled back. He didn't need to answer my question because one of his men opened the door to my room and walked in at that moment.The man held a shopping bag in his hand. "Good evening, sir," he politely inclined his head in greeting, then he nodded at me, "Ma'am." His stoic expression gave nothing away about the contents of the bag.I looked from him to Dylan, keeping my arms looped around Dylan's neck."What's that?" I arched a questioning brow, "Is that mine?" A tiny flutter of excitement stirred in my chest at the thought that Dylan may have actually gotten me a gift.He nodded with a smile, his hands squeezing my ass cheeks possessively. "All yours."Then I abruptly

I looked up to see Tavon's pale face. There was fear in his eyes as his hands dropped from my face and to his side in resignation.With how glaring the fear in his eyes was, you'd think he had seen the grim reaper; the whip in her hands was the scythe and she had come for his soul.With his genitals still hanging out of his unbuckled pants, he turned to the woman who was still on the doorway. With her firm stance, I could tell that there was a thundering expression on her face."Jessica, I..." he stuttered as he tried to explain. He was still struggling to form his words when the woman he called Jessica interrupted him harshly."Shut up!" With long quick strides, Jessica closed the space between them and before I knew what was happening, she raised the hand that held the whip and it came descending on Tavon's shoulder.I gasped loudly and flinched back, falling on my butt.What the hell!I watched the scene in horror as Jessica repeatedly struck Tavon with the whip, the sound of it ma

Sydney 's POVAfter Bell…I mean, Jessica and I had our small session of coming up with a revenge plan, at least something to start with and observe how it'd all play out, she led me to a guest room.There I found that my things had already been moved there. I wondered how she knew when she was not around when I came and decided to ask her."When I heard that Tavon was with a woman, I rushed here. I immediately ordered the housekeeper to tell me which of the rooms were you staying so she showed me the rooms where they had moved your things to. When I saw the woman's things and didn't find you there, I knew straight up that the pervert had taken you to that room," she said and finished in one breath.I nodded slowly. That made sense.After Jessica left, I took a bath that turned out to be painful because of my bruises. I didn't even dare to use a scrub. Then I applied some ointments that Bel- Jessica, May she be blessed, offered me on my back. It stung badly that silent silent tears rol

Sydney's POVMy heart sank as Bella relayed Tavon's response and reaction when she suggested that he conduct a paternity test.I slumped on the woven chair I sat on in the garden terrace. The garden terrace was one of my favorite spots in this mansion. Apart from the fact that it was secluded and quiet - the perfect spot for meditation - it has now served as the perfect spot to hold our meetings and be rest assured that no one could easily eavesdrop without getting caught. And it was also a bit of a walk from the mansion.I closed my eyes, the sound of birds chirping and flowers rustling slightly filled my ears as I thought of our next course of action and what we could do. The warm spring breeze caressed my face, but I found little solace in the tranquil garden surroundings with the weight of our predicament hanging over me.Since Tavon didn't in any way care if Dylan was truly his nephew or not; in fact he had gotten so riled up when Bella suggested it that Bella knew it was only sm

Sydney's POV"So," he raised his brows, "How're things so far?"I shrugged and took my time to respond. "Nothing much."He suddenly wiped off his smile with a frown,, "What do you mean nothing much? Come on, give me an appropriate report on what things he has been up to since the last time we spoke. Who did he meet with? What did he eat?..."He went on and on, listing and counting down things he wanted to hear with his fingers."Something like that, you know that," then he squinted his eyes, "wait, why are you stalling?"I shrugged again "I'm not stalling. There's just really nothing much to report." Part of me felt a bit of guilt for playing dumb, but I pushed it aside. This was too important – I couldn't risk blowing my cover over a minor deception."Even if he shits, Sydney, you have to tell me," he gritted out, his jaw tensing with impatience."Alright then, he did shit this week," I said lightly.I couldn’t resist a little joke to defuse the growing tension between us.I held bac