Soraya’s POVIt was at the tip of my tongue to tell Mateo I didn’t fancy being called Goldie, but seeing as they all stared at me, waiting for answers, I decided not to. There would be time for that later.“We asked for answers, woman… we didn’t come here to stare at you,” I heard the jerk snap, and I rolled my eyes. As if being ogled by him was something to be proud of.I didn’t want to stir up memories that would push me back into that head space, but they needed something. “I don’t think I even introduced myself, and I am sorry for that,” I started, hoping it was a good place to begin.Their gazes somehow made me feel uneasy, the tension pressing in from every corner but I forced myself to continue.“A whole lot was happening, and I was yet to process my emotions… I’m Soraya Veneer, a twenty-one-year-old orphan with a husband who wants my head.”I watched them expecting a reaction but as I saw none I continued, “I don’t really think you’d want to know anything about my life growin
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