Desires Die Hard

“Mr. Hanson, can you not tell that she’s lying?” Sydney said darkly to Jake.

She had no idea that Jake was in love with Anya. He wasn’t going to take Sydney’s side.

It didn’t matter that Sydney had just called Anya a liar to her face.

Jake was firmly on Anya’s side. “Ms. MacMillan, I’ll get you someone else.”

“Do you honestly believe what she told you?” Sydney couldn’t believe her ears. She couldn’t stop herself from raising her voice angrily at the man. “We’re just asking for some help. Why do you seem so reluctant to provide it? Do you have anything against the media department?”

“Ms. MacMillan, you’re reading too much into the matter,” Jake said politely. “I’ll get you another person right away.”

He didn’t let Sydney say another word. Instead, he turned away and walked off.

Sydney was convinced that Jake was on Anya’s side and trying to help her get out of helping Sydney. As soon as he was gone, she turned and jabbed her finger at Anya. Her voice was filled with contempt. “My good sister, you sure didn’t waste any time in hooking up with your boss. I have to say that I’m truly impressed!”

Anya gave her a mirthless smile. She stared at her stepsister like one would a circus act. Fury had her tightening her fingers around the file in her hands. She tilted her chin up proudly. “Why are you trying to make me look bad in front of my boss? What do you get out of it?”

“Is that what you call this? This is just an act,” Sydney retorted, her words dripping with disdain. “You feel absolutely fine, don’t you?”

“You didn’t have to single me out. Or were you acting on the orders of your department?” Anya snapped back fearlessly. “I know you just want to order me around and make me feel bad. You don’t have to resort to this.”

“We’re no longer family,” she continued calmly. “If you continue to harass me or try to make my life difficult for me, don’t blame me for hitting back when I get upset.”

The look on her face and the tone of her voice made Sydney freeze momentarily in shock.

Her impression of her sister had been of a woman who was afraid of causing trouble for others.

Before she had been driven out of the MacMillan family, she had been treated like a servant.

She would do whatever anyone told her to do dutifully and quietly.

It had only been a year. Something had changed.

It then struck Sydney. It was her sister. Her sister had somehow changed.

She had become more strong–willed.

But, so what? She had nothing. She was no match against Sydney.

Sydney was confident that she could easily crush the woman.

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Besides, she was working at Welton Group now. No one could be sure that she wasn’t here for Evan. Sydney had to destroy Anya if she wanted to have Evan to herself.

She would not allow any woman to get any closer to Evan.

Especially if that woman was her sister, Anya.

“That’s right! I just want to order you around,” Sydney said obnoxiously, raising her eyebrow. “Let me tell you something. Anya. As long as I’m around, you’re not going to have any chances with Evan!”

Evan. It was Evan again.

The mention of the man’s name sent Anya’s head throbbing.

Honestly, she wasn’t interested in Evan at all. Not in him as a person or his family fortune. She had zero interest in either. Zilch. Nada.

Anya scoffed, derision spilling from her lips. “I’m not interested in him. Please stop bothering me.”

Sydney didn’t believe her. Why would she be working here of all places if she wasn’t interested in the man?

Sure, she was a fashion designer.

But there were countless fashion design agencies all around the city. Why had she chosen this one?

Did Anya think that she’d fall for her lie? Sydney honestly wondered who the idiot was here.

She smiled mirthlessly at Anya. The next moment, a dark look descended on her face. She leveled a murderous glare at her stepsister. “You want me to stop bothering you, Anya? Sure. I want you to swear to me.

“About what?” Anya wasn’t interested in continuing this conversation with Sydney.

Sydney was her enemy. So was her mother.

The whole MacMillan family was her enemy.

She couldn’t keep the conversation up any longer. That would be insulting the honor of her dead mother.

“Swear that you’ll never fall in love with Evan. If you do, you’ll die a horrible death!”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.