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.

Anya retorted furiously as she cupped her swollen cheek. “Melissa

had said. “Mr. Welton, don’t listen to her lies. She’s the one who asked me where she could get some aphrodisiac. I 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 don’t get upset. That’s just the kind of woman she is. She’s greedy. She’s greedy for Zachary’s love and for your family fortune. She

no place for a tramp in the MacMillan family,” Mdm MacMillan said thunderously. “You’re no

cast an icy look at Anya. “You wanted to marry

the MacMillans left

reddened. She fell into a shapeless

How could they have set up such a vicious ploy just because they had

wanted to crush all her hopes of ever marrying into a respectable

never intended to stay. She’ll show them. She didn’t need them to survive. In fact,

a way to take back what had once belonged to her mother. She would make

CV to a fashion design agency. It was the last application form from the batch sitting in her laptop. She stretched her arms and left the study. It

been gracious to Anya. The helplessness and fragility she felt before was replaced with a deeper and more mesmerizing

contrast against her snow–white skin. Her eyes sparkled like stars and her red lips

out of the MacMillan family that night,

Anya had

first thought that flashed across her mind was to get rid of