Soraya's POV
I wanted to scream, but my voice was stuck somewhere between my stomach and my throat. He was taking me? Where? Why? What the hell was going on?
“You—you can’t just—” Felicia began, but then stopped herself. Her lips parted, then closed again.
“I’ll deposit two million dollars,” he said simply, as if he were buying a painting or a new suit. “I’m taking her with me.”
Two…million?
Felicia’s eyes almost popped out of her skull. She coughed and then plastered on the fakest smile I’d ever seen.
“Of course, Mr. Darius! Absolutely. She’s yours, take her. Right away.” She even waved her hand like she was presenting me as a gift.
My brain felt like soup. I rolled my eyes inwardly. Flash money in that woman’s face and she’d sell her mother.
Darius turned around without another w
