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.

there. Anya wasn’t going to

back at the café, Anya was

of yet another encounter with Evan. In her frenzy, she forgot to watch where she was going and ran straight into a waitress. The next moment, she heard a loud thud. The force of the collision sent Anya and the

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

gasped aloud in pain. Sprawled on the ground and her clothes stained with tea,

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

shoved

in her apologies at all

cost the waitress her paycheck for the month. Anyone in her shoes would have

cup of tea cost?” the waitress yelled at Anya angrily.

terrified that the commotion was going to catch Evan’s attention. She agreed to paying for the spilled tea without a

expensive accessories that the café’s typical patrons wore. She probably couldn’t even afford the cup of tea in the first place.

she had drunk cost thirty bucks. How could this particular cup of tea be a hundred bucks? Anya suspected that the waitress was trying

the expenses of

paycheck yet. She was literally penniless. She couldn’t fork out a hundred

can’t cost a hundred bucks,” Anya said calmly after