All Chapters of Hidden Heiress: My Ex is Addicted to Me: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

(Sybil’s POV)As I got ready for the party that night, I thought about how unaccustomed I was to formal occasions like this. I really wanted to make a good impression. Someone like Willa, for example, would have been attending these kinds of parties for her entire life and would know what to expect and how to act.My dress was a bit too tight. I had decided to wear it because, although I had bought it a while ago, I hadn’t had the chance to wear it yet. I didn’t see the point in spending money on a new dress, when I had one that was perfectly good and relatively new. It was only when I put the dress on tonight that I remembered how much slimmer I was before little Charlie. Oh, well. I was still able to breathe and sit down comfortably in the dress, so it was good enough for tonight. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw that it didn’t look nearly as tight as it felt. I finished getting ready and headed out.When I got to the venue where the party was being held, I looked around fo

(Sybil’s POV)I stood frozen to the spot, staring at the images of myself and John, until they were blurred by the tears that were now burning my eyes. I was aware of someone taking my arm and guiding me off the stage, but I couldn’t see who it was at first. Then I blinked a few times to clear my vision, and Brian’s worried face came into view. He seemed to be genuinely concerned for me and not judgemental at all. That thought, along with the humiliation that I was currently suffering, made me cry even more. I buried my face into his shoulder as he led me toward the exit.“I can explain everything,” I sobbed as he walked me closer to the door, “it’s all a misunderstanding.”He tightened his grip on me. “It doesn’t matter. Let's just concentrate on getting you out of this place.”Just as we were about to leave, Willa marched over to us and blocked the doorway. “You can’t escape that easily, Sybil,” she sneered at me, “I’ll make sure of it. All of these people need to see you as you re

(Sybil’s POV)I stepped out of the NICU and immediately called Mrs. Rutherford, impatiently tapping my foot on the floor waiting for her to answer. When she finally did, I was in too much of a panic to bother with pleasantries. “Where’s my baby? Tell me right now!”She just laughed at me. “I’m merely trying to help my granddaughter. Don’t worry, I made absolutely sure that she was stable enough to be transferred. She never left the incubator. It was transferred along with her.”“You had no right to do this,” I hissed, “I never gave you permission to send my daughter to another hospital. I don’t know what kind of bullshit you fed that poor nurse, but you need to fix this. Stop the transfer and get my little Charlie right back where she belongs.”“Where she belongs,” she repeated, “is as far as possible away from you. You’re an unfit mother, a fact that I don’t even need to prove in front of a judge. Those photos that have been circulating all over the internet are enough proof.”I slu

(Sybil’s POV)I paced around my apartment the next day, worrying about little Charlie. I hoped that we would find her soon and that she was safe, wherever she was.That wasn’t the only thing on my mind, though. I was also thinking about the way I had kissed John like that. I hadn’t meant to do that. I had just been overcome by all of the emotions that I was going through. On top of the concern for little Charlie, I was relieved that John hadn’t reacted negatively to the knowledge that I had kept his daughter from him for as long as I did. He had seemed to accept her quickly, and was willing to help me find her, which had filled me with gratitude.Why did I have to go and kiss him? He probably thought that I was a complete lunatic now, and would no longer be willing to help me. Or he would figure out how to find little Charlie, only to hand her straight to his mother.Before I could spiral even more out of control, my phone rang, signalling that someone wanted to come up to my apartme

(Sybil’s POV)I hung back before making my presence known. My father and Mrs. Rutherford continued arguing, and I wanted to hear as much as possible of this conversation. I suspected that they would clam up if they knew I was there.“That’s it, isn’t it?” My father gaped at her, realization dawning on his face. “You never intended to pay me. You just said you would, so I would do as you asked.”“So what if I did?” She stared at him. “I got the intended result. That’s all that matters.”“Give me the money,” he said, “or I’ll report you to the police!”“For what?” She let out a cruel laugh. “I wasn’t the one who purposely crashed their car into a pregnant woman. All I did was lie to you when I promised to pay you. That was dishonest of me, I admit, but it hardly warrants getting the police involved. You’re the criminal here.”“Well, you’re just as much to blame,” he pointed out, “since the only reason I did this was because you promised that I would get a substantial amount of money fro