Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

Chapter 0213 Sydney's POV

"Bella, what are you doing here?1 yelled out, not too loudly but still emphatically enough that anyone passing by would be able to hear the disbelief thick in my voice.

I gasped loudly as Bella's palm suddenly struck me across the face, the stinging slap catching me completely unawares. I staggered back a step, reflexively raising a hand to cradle my smarting cheek. "What the fuck was that for?" I asked hotly, my surprise quickly giving way to a flare of anger.

"Shut up," she hissed coldly. As usual she leveled an icy glare at me. "I go by Jessica now! I didn't think I'd need to spell that out for you."

Bella and I were sisters, but we had never truly gotten along well, not for even a single minute it seemed. I probably should have realized our unplanned reunion would bring me no joy or sense of reassurance. Instead of feeling safer in the presence of this particular devil I knew, she only increased my troubles. A devil will always be a devil, no matter how familiar.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath through my nostrils. I needed to stay levelheaded about this. This wasn't the appropriate time or place to pick up an old fight with someone who might actually be able to provide me with an invaluable assistance, given the unfortunate situation Dylan had callously thrown me into.

I saw clearly now how easily Jessica had dealt with and seemed to have Tavon completely wrapped around her little finger. If anyone here could potentially save me from that lecherous beast, it would be my own treacherous sister.

"Jessica," I said, keeping my tone purposefully calm and even. "What are you doing here?"

"That's none of your business," she spat,m.

Her biting words hit me square in the face as usual. I wasn't even surprised that some things never changed with her.

"You haven't answered my question yet, what are you doing here? Aren't you still tangled up in that melodramatic love triangle with your boyfriend and Tom?"

I found myself nervously glancing around the bathroom, contemplating whether I should actually tell her the full truth of my circumstances or not. My eyes raked over every nook and cranny and I searched for any hint of hidden surveillance equipment or listening devices. I didn't see any obvious cameras or bugs planted, but if there were any here, they must have been exceptionally well-hidden within the walls. Jessica scoffed loudly, rolling her eyes at my paranoid behavior.

"Don't worry so much, the sound of the running water will prevent them from hearing our conversation."

She jabbed a dismissive finger towards the bathroom's faucet which was still running full blast, giving me a thoroughly bored look as if to say 'do I need to explain everything to you, dumbass?All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

breathed a small sigh of relief at that reassurance, but I was still cautious about how much I could really trust her motivations. For all I knew, that monster Dylan might have been working together with her all along to put me through yet another absurd series of demeaning tests and mindgames.

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I studied Jessica's features intently as she stood there impatiently. Her brows were furrowed so deeply that her eyes were almost slanted into a permanent squint. She looked for all the world like she would cheerfully throw me straight out the nearest window and off the grounds of this Italian estate if she was able.

"What?!" She suddenly flared up, startling me. "Why the fuck are you just standing there staring into space? Can you just answer the damn question already? Why are you here in Italy?"

No, I concluded to myself. There was no way Dylan could possibly be conspiring with this bitter, volcanic woman to deceive me further. I highly doubted the two of them would be able to work together long enough without one of them outright murdering the other.