Lahat ng Kabanata ng AGAINST ALL ODDS : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

DIAN ANGELO POV.She was going to deny it to the very end, the witch. How could she look me straight in the eyes and act like she didn't know what I was talking about? It had already been two days and I was still obsessing over it. How could she so blatantly deny everything without even batting an eye? Kissing her had been a bloody mistake, one that I had committed In the heat of the moment because seeing her staring at that guy as if he was her salvation rubbed me in all the wrong way and pissed me off to no end. First, it had been Zach, the guy that she was allegedly getting married to, and now it was the freaking painter. Was one guy not enough to satisfy her? Did her parents get to her so much that now she did everything they asked of her? Was acquiring the fortunes of others the only thing important to her? But why did she have to look at me like that? She had stared at me as if I was making stuff up just to discredit her, and why did that bother me at all? I didn't care about

SYBIL POV"It's bad. It is very bad," Kushi stressed then stared at me with pity in her eyes before glancing at the headlines on her phone. "And the picture they took of you made it worse. They're describing you as a desperate slut who tried to seduce the heartthrob billionaire Dian Angelo despite knowing the fact that he was in a committed relationship. They're painting you viciously, Probably because they have never been able to get any dirt on you"My heart felt as if it was breaking into a million pieces as Kushi relayed the headline news to me. I had always known that confronting Dian would have its consequences, but I never expected it to get this ugly. The words from the tabloids cut through me like a knife as I thought about how my reputation was being destroyed by lies and deceit. The way they portrayed me as a seductive, scheming woman who only wanted Dian’s money, was completely untrue. I didn’t care about his money, I cared for him, but he couldn't see that.All night, I c

SYBIL EAGAN POV.I tried my best to avoid the paparazzi, but there was no such luck. They sighted me as soon as I checked out of the resort and they rushed at me, questions firing from all sides."Did you try to seduce Mr. Dian Angelo"? "Were you not aware that Dian currently has a girlfriend". "Were you rejected?" "Your cloth was torn, did Dian try to rape you," one of the reporters asked and the other one laughed, before yelling at the top of her voice. "He shoved her out of his room, do you think he was trying to rape her, or she was trying to rape him. Am I right, Miss Sybil Eagan," the girl asked, staring at me with a taunting leer on her lips. I recognized her. She was a friend of Kehlani.I escaped the horde once I got into my car and rolled up the window. I didn't care about what they assumed about me. I knew it was all going to pass soon enough. The drive home was hectic. Different thoughts twirled around my head and the anger that came with every memory set my lungs on fire

DIAN ANGELO POVMy mind was blank, and I couldn't focus on anything. I found myself staring at the laptop in front of me, but I couldn't see what was written on it. The constant ache in my chest intensified every time I thought of Sybil, and I couldn't help but feel guilty about the things I put her through. She didn't deserve any of the accusations I made against her. Those horrible things I'd said to her, made my skin crawl anytime I thought of them. If she really got into an accident... I didn't even know how I could forgive or live with myself. If it turned out to be true- God forbid- that she was gone from this world, even if I didn't die, I was a hundred percent sure I would live in regret throughout my life.The door to my office opened, the sound of it disrupting my thoughts.Lucas had said he'd get back to me if there was any development, but that was what he said every other day, and the hopelessness of it was starting to sting.If I ever found Sybil, I was not going to le

SYBIL EAGAN POVKehlani didn't come back the next day and the food she'd made sucked. It was time she stopped trying so hard because, after all her cooking disasters, it was glaringly obvious that she couldn't cook."This is so exhausting," I told the empty room, my patients reaching their breaking point when I couldn't find something to do. The room was clean, and I'd tried to paint only to realize that I was drawing the man I saw the night before. Why was I so consumed with a freaking stranger? My gaze snapped towards the door, my body bustling with some current that made me anxious. I hadn't taken my pills, and I didn't want to, at least just for a day. I couldn't help the way they made me feel. It was exhausting.I blinked, realizing that I'd taken some steps and I was standing directly in front of the door that led into the hallway."What am I doing?" I asked myself at the same time I wrapped my hands around the door handle. It was a war to pull it open, and my palm turned sweat