(Sybil’s POV)Mark opened his office door and motioned for me to go in. He sat down at his desk, and I took a seat in the chair across from him. “Now,” he said, “what seems to be the problem?”“I’m fine, Mark. I’m just really tired, that’s all,” I explained, “I’ve also been through a lot lately, what with Charlie’s illness and… other things.” I didn’t feel like I could talk to him about everything I had been through with John. I didn’t really know him well enough to confide in him, and besides, John was his friend. For all I knew, he wouldn’t believe me. Or maybe he would, but agree with the way that John was treating me and say that I deserved it, out of solidarity.“That’s understandable.” He nodded. “I still think that I should schedule a physical for you. If there actually is something wrong with you, I know John will be more unbearable than he already is.”“I don’t think that’s humanly possible,” I said, surprised that Mark thought that way about John.Mark must have seen how sur
(John’s POV)Willa and I both gasped in amazement when Charlie suddenly opened his eyes. She cried into my chest, clearly overjoyed. I still didn’t understand why she had been in his room in the first place, or why she had insisted on going back to see him after Sybil and Mark left. Now wasn’t the time to ask her, though.I didn’t think that it was a good idea for Sybil and Willa to be in the same room again, after the earlier incident. Willa was visibly shaken, and I could tell that she felt the same way. She had had more than enough trauma for one day. After the nurse had called Mark and removed Charlie’s ventilator, I asked her if she could take Willa back to her room.After that, Charlie and I were alone. I knew that I was probably the last person that he wanted to talk to, so I turned to leave his room. Before I could move, however, I could feel him tugging on my sleeve. He beckoned for me to come closer.“John,” he rasped, “I have something to give you. Just reach under my pillo
(Sybil’s POV)As I watched John leave the room, I couldn’t help wondering what had just happened. I’d always known that he and Charlie didn’t exactly like each other, so it was strange to see them having what appeared to be a civilized conversation. I glanced at Charlie in confusion. “What was that all about?”“We were just talking, that’s all.” He smiled at me and motioned with his eyes to a spot on the side of the bed, silently inviting me to sit.I obliged. “What were you talking about?”He let out a ragged breath. “Nothing important. Don’t worry about it.”I reasoned that if he really wanted me to know what they had been talking about, he wouldn’t keep me in the dark, especially if it was something important. It was probably some trivial guy stuff that might not interest me, anyway. I still didn’t understand why they were so chummy all of a sudden, but I decided to drop the subject.Instead, I didn’t say anything, content to just sit quietly and observe my brother. I had been vis
(Sybil’s POV)As we went up the elevator to my apartment, I told Alex all the details about what had happened to Charlie. He didn’t know Charlie that well, but they had gotten along the few times that they had seen each other. “Maybe now that you’re back home for good, I can take you to see him sometime,” I said, “I’m sure he’d like that.”“That’s a good idea.” Alex smiled at me.When we walked through my door, I remembered the bag that was in my hand. I didn’t want to be rude and abandon my guest, but at the same time, I wanted to get this over with. I knew that it wouldn’t take very long. “Alex,” I said, “just make yourself at home. I’ll be right back.”“Are you hungry?” Alex asked. “I could make us something.”“That would be great.” I briefly wondered what he was going to do. To my knowledge, he didn’t know how to cook. Being brought up in a house where his family had staff to do everything for them, he most likely had never learned even the most basic cooking skills. He probably h
(Sybil’s POV)With a resigned sigh, I decided that I should answer John’s call. I knew that he would just keep trying to reach me otherwise, so it was best to just get this over with. “Hi, John,” I said, trying to hide my annoyance.“My driver says that he dropped you off at your apartment,” he said, getting right to the point of his phone call without bothering with a greeting.“What’s wrong with that?” I asked. Then I remembered that Alex had been able to see the contents of my plastic bag. Had John’s driver seen the pregnancy tests, too? If he had, would he have told John? I certainly wouldn’t volunteer any information. I would just wait and see if John brought it up. Then and only then would I tell him that the tests were negative.“You didn’t get a physical,” he said, “Mark just told me.”“It completely slipped both of our minds. We got to talking about Charlie, and then Mark had a difficult patient to deal with.” I rolled my eyes, wishing he would just leave me alone. I was more
(Sybil’s POV)I felt bad that Alex was stuck having to stay with Willa. I could tell that he was highly displeased with this, as was Willa, so I tried once more to reason with John as we walked closer toward the hospital. “John, as I keep trying to tell you, I don’t need you or anyone else to accompany me during my physical. I’m a big girl, I can handle it on my own.”He just kept pulling me along, refusing to listen to me.I tried to stop him from moving, but to no avail. “John, Willa needs you more than I do right now. Why don’t you go back to her? If you really are concerned about leaving me alone for this, Alex is here. He could stay with me.”At the mention of Alex’s name, John moved his arm from my shoulders to my waist. He squeezed me much tighter.I knew then that I was stuck with him. I gave up on trying to get him to let me go by myself. Anyway, we had reached the blood lab at this point, so it was too late to get rid of him.He sat beside me as the nurse prepared to draw my
(Sybil’s POV)I was frozen to the spot, still huddled against the wall, even though John was no longer holding me in place. He and Mark were yelling at the other man, who was screaming back at them, waving his bloody knife around. I started feeling dizzy when I saw the knife, and quickly looked away, crouching down.Just then the hospital security showed up, having been alerted about the man with the knife. They grabbed the man and took his knife away. John turned his attention back to me and held out his right hand. I took it and he pulled me back up, somewhat awkwardly. I wondered why he didn’t just use both hands, when I noticed a tiny blood stain on his left sleeve, on the upper arm. “John, you’re hurt!” I exclaimed, trying to take a closer look at his wound.He turned away slightly, so I wouldn’t see the blood. “It’s not that bad, Sybil. Just a small cut. Don’t worry about it.” He tried to smile at me, but ended up grimacing with pain, making me think that it was much worse tha
(John’s POV)Despite the pain in my arm from both the wound and the doctor stitching it up, I felt much better with Sybil snuggled against me, her body so warm and soft as I held her tightly with my good arm. I could tell that our closeness had a positive effect on her as well, because she shivered with pleasure when I whispered in her ear.When she agreed to do as I asked and departed for Charlie’s room, I saw the look of jealousy that Alex gave me before following her out. I hoped that seeing us like that made him realize that I would never give her up, and that he was a fool if he thought that she would ever be interested in him. The feeling of immense satisfaction that this gave me was even better than the painkiller I had just taken.After they left, the doctor finished stitching me up and bandaged my arm. “All done! You’re good to go,” he said, smiling.“Thank you,” I said, then he left.Willa and I were alone. I turned and looked at her. “How are you feeling?”She blushed. “I’m
Sorry it’s been a while! You may think that this story has been abandoned, but fear not! You can still follow the adventures of Sybil, John and the others in the sequel–Hidden Heiress: My Ex is Addicted to Me. The story will start a few months later for our characters but the drama is even more intense! I am still working on it but don’t worry, it will come.
(Sybil’s POV)I walked into the hospital, going over what I would say when face to face with Charlie. I had known the truth for over twelve hours now, but it wasn’t any less of a shock. The Worthingtons had been so supportive the night before, promising to give me space until I was mentally and emotionally ready to deal with the fact that I was their biological daughter. I didn’t blame them for anything, because as they had told me, they’d only just found this out themselves a few days ago. They had also been shocked, which was why they had kept it to themselves until now.I wondered if Willa knew about any of this. She had always accused me of wanting to be her, ever since she got her hands on the story that I wrote. Now it turned out that, if things had turned out differently, I actually would be living a similar life to what she was living now. I would have grown up in a loving household, with parents who loved me.Unfortunately, thinking about Willa reminded me of when I had hea
(Sybil’s POV)The next afternoon I decided that I should turn my phone back on, just in case someone was trying to reach me for reasons other than the scandal or John. I didn’t want to miss anything concerning Charlie, for example.I saw that I had a message from the Worthingtons, so I phoned them back. It did me so much good to hear Mrs. Worthington’s voice, especially now. She had always been a comforting presence, and ever since I was a child, I enjoyed spending time with both her and Mr. Worthington.“Hi, Sybil. We just wanted to see how you were holding up. Whoever wrote that nasty article doesn’t know you at all!”“I’m still in shock, but just talking to you makes me feel better.” I smiled. “I’m sorry it took a while to get back to you. My phone was turned off for much of yesterday, because I just needed to take a break.”“That’s understandable. Would you like to come over for dinner tonight?”“That sounds wonderful!” I grinned. “I could use good company.”***A few hours later,
(Sybil’s POV)The day after the meeting with John and our lawyers, I wasn’t really in the mood to talk to anyone or go anywhere. Emma had taken me to Darcy’s as promised yesterday, which was a nice distraction, but I knew that it was only temporary and that I couldn’t run away from my problems forever.I couldn’t stop thinking about the way that John had looked at me at the meeting. His eyes had been full of hatred. I knew that he was hurt by what he assumed to be true. I couldn’t blame him for feeling that way, but if he had just given me a chance to explain that what the article said about me wasn’t true, maybe we could have talked things through. Then he wouldn’t have signed the divorce papers impulsively.Or would he still have refused to believe me? Probably, knowing him. He could be very stubborn at times, not willing to change his way of thinking, even when there was actual proof that he was wrong.Still, I would have liked an opportunity to at least try to clear up the misun
(John’s POV)After signing the divorce papers, I just had to get out of that room. I’d had just about all I could take of Sybil sitting there pretending that she hadn’t paid that guy to take pictures of us. Just recently, she’d acted horrified when I told her about the indecent photos of us. She’d claimed not to know about any of that, and she was so convincing that I actually believed her and felt awful for telling her everything. I was such an idiot! How could I let myself be fooled like that?I couldn’t believe my eyes this morning when I woke up on her sofa and decided to check my phone to see what was going on in the world. I went on a news website, and there was one of the photos. At first, before I read the article, I was afraid that the photos had resurfaced for some reason, despite my family’s efforts to keep that from happening.I wasn’t really afraid for myself, because I was used to being in the spotlight for both negative and positive reasons. Because of who my family
(Sybil’s POV)I was extremely grateful that Emma had shown up when she did. I really didn’t want to deal with all of this on my own. Now that I knew, or at least suspected, that John had read the lies that were being spread about me and the reason for our marriage, I had a sinking feeling that he wouldn’t believe me if I tried to explain that none of it was true. I didn’t know what I would do the next time I had to face him.After a while, I knew that I should get ready for my meeting with Jane. “Sorry to cut this short,” I said to Emma, “but I should get dressed and go see my lawyer.”“I can drive you, if you want.” She gave me a supportive smile.“Would you?” I looked at her. “That would be great. Don’t worry, I won’t ask you to sit in on all the legal stuff. Believe me, there are times when I wish that I didn’t have to listen to all those complicated terms.”She laughed. “I completely understand that! I actually have a book in the car that I’m in the middle of reading. I’ll be able
(Sybil’s POV)I woke up the next morning, my head still spinning from both all the drinking I had done and the excitement of knowing that my story would soon be published. There was a sense of optimism that I still wasn’t quite used to, but I finally felt as though my life was heading in the right direction.I got out of bed and left the room to go and see John. He had promised me that he would spend the night on my sofa and be there when I woke up, and I had no reason to doubt that he would keep his promise.When I went into the living room, however, he wasn’t there. I wasn’t too concerned, because I knew that things came up sometimes, like an emergency meeting or some other reason for him to have to leave right away. If I was still asleep whenever he had to go somewhere, he was always careful not to wake me. He was considerate that way. Also, I knew that he would usually explain everything later, when he had time.I’d be lying, though, if I said that I wasn’t a little disappointed t
(Alex’s POV)I phoned Willa as soon as I stepped out of Darcy’s, looking behind me to make sure that nobody from our group was following me. I didn’t want Sybil to know what I was up to. “You were able to get the photographer to change his story? How did you manage that?”“Yes, it’s all taken care of,” she replied, “I had my private investigator track him down. It was fairly easy to find the guy, apparently. I was able to talk to him and persuade him to paint Sybil in a more negative light. Can we meet somewhere to talk about this? Somewhere where we wouldn’t run the risk of bumping into anyone we know?”“Sure,” I said, “where did you have in mind?”“We’re not going to a bar.” She sounded annoyed when she said this, which brought a grin to my face, remembering how pissed off she had seemed the night before when I’d ordered a drink in front of her. I stifled a laugh as I thought of the look on her face before she had left.”“Okay, fine.” I had just had enough to drink anyway, with Sybi
(John’s POV)Sybil didn’t seem to mind me accompanying her to her apartment. In fact, she smiled at me gratefully when I helped her out of the car and put my arm around her to steady her as we walked into her building. She leaned against me, putting her head on my shoulder.When we went into her apartment, she gave me a small smile. “Thanks for bringing me home, John. I think I had a tiny bit too much to drink.”“Just a bit,” I chuckled, “but it was no trouble at all. You know that I would do anything for you.”She looked at me with slight skepticism. “Would you?”“Of course I would.” I smiled and held her a bit tighter. “Why would you think otherwise?”She didn’t answer, but she didn’t try to get out of my grasp either. I could tell that she was softening toward me. It seemed lately like our conversations would usually end in an argument, and sometimes with her threatening yet again to divorce me, but she was behaving differently right now. Of course, it could have just been the fac