Desires Die Hard

chapter 14

Melissa only intended to sedate Anya and Evan. She didn’t need an aphrodisiac. As soon as they pa**ed out, she would’ve stripped them of their clothes and left them in bed. She didn’t expect them to actually have sex

The thought of what had happened that night made Sydney’s guts churn with hate every time.

She has detested Anya ever since they were kids. She hated the fact Anya was the daughter of her father’s first wife but she was the daughter of her father’s mistress.

It didn’t matter that her mother eventually married into the MacMillans. Everyone knew and treated her like the illegitimate daughter. They would mock her both openly and secretly and call her a by-blow. She blamed Anya for everything

Without Anya, she would have been the legitimate daughter and not the by-blow.

The years of hate had twisted her mind and soul. It had motivated her to do everything to ruin her sister.

“Sweetheart, don’t worry. She wouldn’t dare to do anything,” Melissa rea**ured her. “I’ll end her if she dares do anything!” she spat with venom in her voice

“Okay, Mom,” Sydney said, feeling a little more relaxed than before.

wasn’t going to get her hands on Evan and

at the café, Anya was ready to dash out of

into a waitress. The next

tea that the waitress had been carrying on her serving tray splattered all over Anya. The scathing tea stained the front of her blouse

aloud in pain. Sprawled on the ground and her clothes stained

as she stared at the overturned cup of tea and the stain on the floor. “You should’ve seen me coming your way! What were

didn’t mean it!” Anya apologized profusely as she shoved aside the scathing pain

waitress wasn’t interested in her apologies at all That tea had cost a

to cost the waitress her paycheck for the month. Anyone in her shoes

much that cup of tea cost?” the waitress yelled at Anya angrily. “Are you going

will! I’ll pay for it.” Anya was terrified that the commotion was going to catch Evan’s attention. She agreed to paying for the spilled tea

said disdainfully as she gave Anya a look. The latter lacked the usual expensive accessories that the café’s typical patrons wore. She probably couldn’t even afford the cup

bucks for a cup of tea? She had come from a rich family too. The most expensive cup of tea that she had drunk cost thirty bucks. How could this particular cup of tea be a hundred bucks? Anya suspected that the waitress was trying to swindle

pay for the expenses of two children. Ellie was the one

just started working at JK Couture and hadn’t gotten her first paycheck

tea…that can’t cost a hundred bucks,” Anya said calmly