Desires Die Hard

“What I plan to do with Mr. Welton is none of your business.” Anya stared coldly at the stepsister. Her voice showed no emotions at all. She spoke to her as if she would a complete stranger.

Her stepmother and Sydney had turned up at the MacMillans when Anya was ten. Sydney was only a year younger than she was. Anya initially thought that Sydney is the daughter that her stepmother had with another man but she was proved wrong later.

Her father had been having an affair with Melissa behind her mother’s back for years. They had Sydney in secret. After her mother had finally been driven to an early grave, Melissa had joined the MacMillan family openly.

Melissa and Sydney set her up a year ago. Her father hid himself behind his own mother and kept his silence. At that moment, she had decided that she didn’t need a father like that.

“You…you’re shameless! You’ve ruined yourself and now you’re trying to ruin Mr. Welton too? I’m warning you. Stay away from him! Otherwise, you’re going to get it from me!” Sydney hissed. The young woman was green with jealousy. She envied Anya’s beauty. Her lovely and exquisite features, her pale skin, her large eyes and her cute button nose. She was like the Helen of Troy. She had a face that could launch a thousand ships.

What about Sydney?

She was pretty but she wasn’t beautiful like Anya was. That made her guts churn with intense jealousy.

She knew that beauty was what captivated men and drew them to women. She had been worried that Anya might turn up after a year’s disappearance and decide to go along with what her mother and she had lured Anya into. She might decide to seduce Evan into marrying her.

Sydney would never let that happen! NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Anya glared at her. She didn’t continue the argument though. She didn’t have any allies. Besides, she had two children waiting for her at home. She couldn’t risk them. She had no choice but to swallow her pride. All she could do now was try to make it through the end of the day.

The young woman shoved down the rage burning inside her and said aloofly. “I’m not interested in that man. You know perfectly well that I’ve already slept with him. You can have him if you want. I’m done with the guy.”

Scorn dripped from Anya’s every word. She didn’t wait to hear Sydney’s retort.

The young woman clutched her bag tightly and marched out of the building.

Sydney glared murderously at Anya’s back. A streak of hate flashed across her eyes. She was burning with rage.

That b*tch. How dare she talk to her like that!

She had to do something about that woman.

She might be lying about Evan.

There was no way Sydney was going to let Anya rob her of Evan.

Anya got out of Welton Group Tower and headed quickly to the bus stop.

Her bus arrived the second she got there.

She quickly boarded the bus and paid her fare. She found a seat next to the window and sat down. The young woman watched the cars outside go by as the bus drove down the street.

She had to become stronger. Better. That was the only way to ensure a comfortable and good life for her precious darlings and Ellie. That was the only way she could take back what was rightfully hers. She was going to make her stepmother and her stepsister pay for what they had done. Justice would be served!

The bus sped down the street. She reached her stop within ten minutes. Her aunt’s apartment was in sight.

Anya collected herself and took a deep breath as she stared at the drabby looking apartment block in front of her. She tried to muster a smile. If she smiled, Ellie wouldn’t notice that her spirits were down.

Meanwhile, somewhere on the sixth floor of the apartment block, Ellie was playing with Anya’s two children. She clearly loved the kids. They were one year old. They could walk but still couldn’t talk. All they could do was make cute babyish sounds to convey their

The young boy was incredibly handsome. His fair skin and chubby face seemed to take after Evan’s. He had dark eyes as well as a seemingly sharp strong nose and a strong jaw. His face might be that of a chubby little kid, but he was clearly a smaller replica of Evan. Anya figured he was going to break so many hearts when he grows up.

His sister, Eudora, took after Anya. She had gotten Anya’s beautiful features. Her oval face, her pink cheeks, her bright and sparkling

eyes.

The apartment was filled with an atmosphere of familial bliss.

Nathaniel made unintelligible sounds as he tried to get his aunt to give him his toy while Eudora sat quietly in a corner, hugging her doll and watching her brother and aunt.

Someone rang the doorbell.