Chapter Twenty Six
Anya Pov.
“Hello girl,” a voice I knew all too well drawled sweetly as the door was unlocked and my brows furrowed as I glanced back with great difficulty, my head was pounding and all I wanted was just to fall asleep but since last night, I can count on one hand how many hours I've slept.
The thought of castrating Raphael filled my mind over and over again and the thought of it now even made my hands ball into hard fists.
“Diva?” I asked, my voice hoarse as I caught a glimpse of the face peeking in through the door and he smirked as he walked in then clapped and his people began to rush into the room.
Slowly, I forced myself to sit up as I stared at their bustling movements with confusion and questions flashing in my eyes.
“Don't look at me like that, your man bro
