Desires Die Hard

Chapter 2

Evan was sick and tired of the farce. He smoothened his clothes and walked out of the room.

Sydney went running after the young man immediately. She had to gain his favor.

The strong smell of sex filled the room. Anya was alone.

She stared at the vast and empty presidential suite. She couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in her eyes and spilling down her cheeks. Evan must hate her now. She had lost her chance with him forever.

Anya wrapped her arms around herself and sat silently in bed. It was a long time before she finally left the suite and the hotel. She stepped out into the empty streets with the intention of hailing a cab and getting a ride back home. What she saw instead was Evan and the MacMillans. They were standing in the carpark in front of the hotel.

The young woman dried the tears in her eyes. When she took another look, she saw the thunderous look on Evan’s face and her stepmother talking incessantly to Evan. Anya had no idea what her stepmother was telling the man.

She knew it. She had been set up. They had planned to ruin her all along. Evan loathed loose women who slept around. Anya had known that all along.

Anya made her way to the carpark. Mdm MacMillan’s eyes fell on her disheveled clothes and her rumpled hair. “Look at what you’ve done! You’re shameless! How could you drug Mr. Welton? Do you want to die? Think of what you’ve done to the Marshalls! You’re not my granddaughter. My granddaughter would know shame. Leave. Don’t you dare take a single step into our house again!“* Mdm MacMillan reprimanded.

retorted furiously as she cupped her swollen cheek. “Melissa set me

told her where she could get some but I had no idea what she needed it for. I didn’t realize she intended to use it on you! Mr. Welton…please

no place for a tramp in the MacMillan family,” Mdm MacMillan said

an icy look at Anya. “You wanted to marry me? In

rest of the MacMillans

into a shapeless heap on the cold

could they have set up such a vicious ploy just because they had wanted to drive her out

wanted. They wanted her reputation ruined. They wanted to crush all her hopes of ever marrying into a

what? She never intended to stay. She’ll show them. She didn’t need them to survive. In fact, her life would be better without

a way to take back what had once belonged to her

pa**ed. The sun rose, its rays shining through an apartment somewhere in Nordeny. Anya had just sent her CV to a fashion design agency. It was the last application form from

to Anya. The helplessness and fragility she felt before was replaced with a deeper

stark contrast against her

the MacMillan family that night, she sought help from

month later, Anya had discovered

mind was to get rid