Passions Endure Fiercely

pains wracking her body and a splitting headache in a presidential

woken up in a stranger's body. The young woman was Anya MacMillan. She fo

ous fluids stained. Clothes strewn across the bed a

ped her head around and stared

secretly in love with forever. Evan Welton, the most sough

t. He showed no signs of waking up. He was completely naked,

in Anya's h

d. Did she...had she..

n in her head and forced herself to

red that she had paid a

happened

lling her. Amid the fog clouding her head, snippets of memories f

oubt about it.

have drugged them! Anya couldn't think of anyon

et out of here,' she thought. She tried to clamber out

he bachelor whom every young woman from any respectable family sought to marry. A

t now. What would he think when he saw the mess? The

he man since she had been a girl. Sh

imself around her slender waist and yanking her back forcefully. The next moment, she was trapped under someone. Sh

her head dispelled immediately. She shook her h

uch shameless and stealthy means. His fingers tightened around A

arms. Her eyes reddened

ugged him so that she could sleep with him. He released his grip on her and shoved her aside roughly. Then, he got o

ed on the rest of

ght of the mess in the room sent her into an instant rage. She had thought that

sed to actually sl

All hints of outrage vanished from her face. She cupped her cheeks in feigned shock. "Anya, how could you! You told me that you were going to marry Zac!

, was the man the MacMillans were

reed to marry

bvious lie but there was nothing Anya could do about it. S