Chapter 2 Ch. 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 car park 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 car park. 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.

"I didn't drug him!" Anya retorted furiously as she cupped her swollen cheek. "Melissa set me up!"

Melissa Campbell was Anya's stepmother. She started sobbing when she heard what Anya 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 wanted to marry into the Weltons and resorted to such a despicable way to achieve her plan. But please, don't get upset!"

"The truth is out. There's no place for a tramp in the MacMillan family," Mdm MacMillan said thunderously. "You're no longer part of this family!"

Evan cast an icy look at Anya. "You wanted to marry me? In your dreams." Having said that, he stormed off.

The rest of the MacMillans left as well.

Anya's eyes reddened. She fell into a shapeless heap on the cold and hard ground.

She couldn't believe how cruel the MacMillans are. How could they have set up such a vicious ploy just because they had wanted to drive her out of the family?

Of course, that wasn't the only thing they wanted. They wanted her reputation ruined. They wanted to crush all her hopes of ever marrying into a respectable family. They wanted to make sure that Evan would never fall for her.

Anya wiped the tears off her face. They drove her out of the family but so 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 them!

She would find a way to take back what had once belonged to her mother. She would make them pay. She swore she would!

A year 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 the batch sitting on her laptop. She stretched her arms and left the study. It was time to make breakfast for the kids.

Time had been gracious to Anya. The helplessness and fragility she felt before were replaced with a deeper and more mesmerizing beauty.

Her long dark hair spilled down her back, a stark contrast against her snow–white skin. Her eyes sparkled like stars and her red lips plump.

After she had been driven out of the MacMillan family that night, she sought help from her maternal aunt, Ellie.

Then, a month later, Anya had discovered that she's pregnant.

The first thought that flashed across her mind was to get rid of the baby. But after seeing two dark shadows on the sonog something had softened inside her chest. She ended up keeping the babies. She continued her studies while taking care of her children. Since she has decided to keep them, she swore she wouldn't leave them on their own. She would do her very best to give them the best life she could provide them.

Anya strolled into the kitchen leisurely and began making breakfast for herself and some supplements for her kids.

The kids and Ellie were still asleep. Anya didn't want to wake them.

She got breakfast ready, laid it out on the table and waited for her family to wake up.

As she waited, she received a reply from the fashion design agency. Her application had been accepted. She was to turn up for work at nine later. Anya stared at the letter and tried to stifle her screams of joy. She was elated. She finally had a job. She could finally provide for the kids and for Ellie now.

The young woman grinned widely at her phone as her two precious darlings slowly stirred awake.