Anya’s P.O.V.
As soon as I entered my cabin and shut off the door and let off the breath out I was holding on since I had entered the office building. Everyone was glaring at me as I was with Sylvester holding his hands. He didn’t get let my hands out from his hands. He was walking with me in his all glory passing a cold yet dangerous aura around us. No one had thought that he would consider me as his wife just because of pathetic use of my father’s behavior towards me.
In my company, everyone were used to humiliate me, bully me. Their glare were only sending me message that they would do anything like before and I was nothing but trash for them. But I put my heads high today because now I was Mrs. Anya Sylvester Blake not Ms. Anya Roberts anymore.
I felt the anger radiated
