Chapter 99

Sydney's POV I hadn't seen Dylan for two freaking weeks. Two weeks of blessed silence and freedom from his sickening touch and mind games. But I knew the reprieve wouldn't last. That day, after the dumb test with the unloaded gun, he showered and then we had breakfast together. An awkward, tension-filled meal where I struggled to keep up the facade of a lovestruck woman while hiding my revulsion. When we finished, he brought me to an impressive mansion on the outskirts of the city. He said just a sentence, a sentence that had me twitching my lips into a weird smile to stop myself from scoffing, "You are now my woman, this place will be your home from now on." On the surface, this would have been ideal, as I never wanted him around in the first place. But I needed him close to get to know more about him, make him fall for my act, and most crucially, to monitor his every move. Distance would make achieving my goal nearly impossible. Besides, I was starting to get paranoid that this twist