Desires Die Hard

Chapter 86

Anger churned inside Anya’s gut as she stormed out of Evan’s office.

She didn’t manage to make it to the elevator. Sydney was waiting outside for her.

Her stepsister walked up to her and stood in her path as soon as she saw Anya step out of the office. She stuck her chin in the air. There was a taint of something dark and contemptuous in her voice as she spoke. Anya wanted to slap her so badly. “Anya. We need to talk.”

She wasn’t a part of the MacMillan family anymore. Sydney had no right to order her around.

“Make it quick. I’m busy,” Anya said curtly.

Sydney couldn’t believe the attitude that Anya was giving her. Her face darkened with fury. She glared at her sister and clenched her jaw. “I want to know why Evan asked for you.”

“It’s to do with work, of course. Why else would he ask for me?” Anya said before reaching out and punching the button for

the elevator.

“Work? What kind of work?” Sydney didn’t believe Anya at all. There was something fishy going on here. Her sister had stepped into Evan’s office empty–handed. What kind of work could they be discussing?

Was this one of her attempts to seduce Evan?

Jealousy reared its ugly head inside Sydney. All reason were cast aside as she started yelling at Anya like a madwoman. She didn’t care how badly she might look anymore. “You’re such a whore, Anya. Have you forgotten all about the oath your made? You’re dead, do you hear me? You’ve seen Evan and you’re going to die!”

Anya blew up instantly. That was exactly what Sydney and Melissa wanted, wasn’t it? The both of them and her grandmother would love to see her dead. Dead like her mother.

What had they ever done to the MacMillans?

must the family treat them this way?

Anya’s mother had been forced to divorce her father and leave the MacMillan family. They were the ones

her

they honestly think they could push her

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make them pay

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Chapter 86

urge to give Sydney a hard slap. Her voice was as cold as winter when she spoke. “Why are you bothering me? You should be asking Mr. Welton why he called me into

me and harass him

in a rush of words.

marched right

make a grab for Anya and drag more answers out of

nearly got her fingers caught

pulled her fingers back in alarm. In a burst of uncontrollable rage, the

the elevator doors hard.

up the sole victim of her rage.

Meanwhile, the metal door to the elevator remained unscathed.

as she squatted down. She could

Anya so much. How she wished her stepsister would drop dead like

Anya returned to

the Chanel bag that cost a hundred thousand