(Sybil’s POV)After a while, Mrs. Rutherford stood up from her chair. “If you’ll excuse me, I have a few things to do before dinner. You two continue what you’re doing.” She smiled at both me and Amelia, then left the room. I still wasn’t sure why she was trying to be nice to me, but whatever.After a few minutes, Amelia looked up from the game that we were playing. “Are you and John getting back together?” she asked innocently. “I know he’s here. He came up to see me earlier.”I reached over to take her hand. “No, honey, we’re still going to get a divorce.” I smiled at her. “You and I will still see each other, though, just like we’re doing right now. You never have to worry about that.”“Does this have something to do with Willa?” She looked at me intently.I didn’t know how much she understood about the situation with Willa, or even whether she knew about any of it. I decided not to go into that, at least not until I knew how much of it she was aware of. I would probably just end u
(Sybil’s POV)There was a lot of tension in the air during dinner, even though there were much fewer people than last time. It was just me, John, Alex, John’s parents and his grandparents.As the main course was being served, I looked across the table at John and noticed that he was looking at his plate with frustration. I didn’t understand it at first, because I knew how much he liked steak. Was there something wrong with it, or with the broccoli or boiled potatoes that accompanied it? I looked at my own plate, but everything looked delicious.I made eye contact with him and raised my eyebrows, silently asking him what the problem was.He looked at the plate, then back at me. His gaze shifted to his left arm, and it finally dawned on me. He obviously hadn’t told anybody about his injury. If he had, the kitchen staff would have definitely cut up his food before it was brought out to him. I couldn’t understand why he didn’t seem to want anybody to know what had happened to him.I nodde
(Willa’s POV)I sat in my car with the window lowered just enough so that I could hear what was going on. John and Sybil walked out of his grandparents’ house deep in conversation, but unfortunately, they were too far away for me to hear what they were talking about. They looked like they were arguing about something, though, which was a good sign.As I watched them, I noticed that they were both heading towards his car. That was typical of Sybil, I thought. She always knew exactly how to bend John to her will. Even if things weren’t working out between them, she still had a hold on him.The last time I had gone to John’s grandparents’ house, I had paid one of the maids to spy on him and report back to me with whatever information she could get. She had phoned earlier to tell me that both John and Sybil were here tonight, and I had driven over as fast as I could, but I was too late. They were both leaving. Together.“Damn it!” I angrily pounded my clenched fists against the steering w
(Alex’s POV)“What?” Willa asked again, giving me the same kind of look that one would give a disgusting insect.To think that my parents had hoped to arrange a marriage between me and that woman after John and Sybil got married. Yeah, right. The only way that could ever possibly happen would be over my dead body!We had both recently returned from England, where I had been responsible for the family business and she had been playing at being an actress. We happened to have a few mutual friends over there, so we were sometimes forced to see each other whenever there was a get-together. Our friends weren’t aware that we knew each other, though, and we preferred to keep it that way.I was never able to stomach her, and I knew that the feeling was mutual.Once, when we were kids, I tried to reason with her, because I didn’t like the way she was treating Sybil. It would range from insults to physical violence. I had even heard her openly threatening Sybil at times. I told Willa to stop do
(Sybil’s POV)John and I walked out of his grandparents’ house. “I thought you’d forgotten about this divorce business, Sybil!” He gave me an icy stare. “What made you change your mind?”“Oh, I think you know,” I answered, clenching my fists, “I’m tired of this. What kind of fool do you think I am? I just wish you could be honest with me.”He shook his head and sighed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”I looked at him, not believing what he was saying. “Let’s just get out of here.” I got into the car.“Fine.” He got in beside me, refusing to look at me.The tension was thick as the car started moving. Neither of us spoke, and we didn’t even look at each other. I really couldn’t understand why he didn’t just tell me that he was the father of Willa’s baby. It didn’t really matter now, anyway, since I had decided to start divorce proceedings even before I knew that she was pregnant.Then why did it bother me so much to have my suspicions confirmed? You’d think that it would jus
(Sybil’s POV)After we had waited in the emergency room for a few hours, a doctor finally showed up and stitched John’s arm back up, wondering how his stitches had burst so fast. After John’s explanation that it was a simple accident and a warning from the doctor to be more careful from now on, he put his shirt back on and we left the hospital. We got back in the car.Since his bloodstained sleeve was always in my field of vision whether I looked directly at it or not, my vision started going black as I felt like I was going to pass out. I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. It wasn’t working.John smiled sympathetically at me, noticing my discomfort. “I know how you feel about blood, and I’m so sorry to put you through this.” He took off his shirt and rolled it up into a ball so the blood wasn’t visible. Deciding that this might not be enough, he hid it under his seat. “There. That should make you feel better.”“It does, thank you.” I smiled at him, taking in the sight of
(Sybil’s POV)Before I had time to react to what John had just said, his lips were on mine, kissing me passionately. I tried to pull away from him at first, but after a while, desire overtook me and I no longer had the will to fight him. I returned the kiss, being just as forceful with him as he was with me.It was only when I felt him grab my skirt and push it up that I suddenly regained my sanity. The car had stopped moving. I looked out the window and realized that we were parked in front of his house. The driver wasn’t there anymore, but I didn’t know how long it had been since we arrived.“John!” I tried to shove him away from me, being mindful of his arm. I didn’t want his stitches to pop again. “We’re home. Let’s go upstairs.” I thought that it would be easier to fend off his advances if we were in a location where there was more space to move. I couldn’t let myself get carried away like I did the night before.“I know what you’re doing, you know.” He smiled cruelly at me. “As
(Sybil’s POV)When John and I went into the sitting room, we saw that, sure enough, my parents were there. They were sitting on the sofa with fake smiles plastered on their faces. His parents were sitting opposite them, with equally insincere smiles. They each had a cup of tea in their hand.John and I could only look helplessly at each other. We each had our own reasons to know that this couldn’t possibly end well. We squeezed each other’s hands reassuringly.My mother was the first one to speak up. “Well, I see that you two are still very much in the honeymoon phase, even after three years of marriage!” She looked at me approvingly. I suddenly remembered the mark on my neck. It was too late to hide it, now that she’d obviously seen it.John’s and my rumpled clothes were also a dead giveaway, I realized.She continued, looking at John. “So the rumor about you and Willa isn’t true?” She smiled at him. “I didn’t think it was. You wouldn’t do that to Sybil, would you?”Did I hear her co
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