Soraya's POV
“Isn't this girl the w***e Darius brought home? Why is she having dinner with us?”
I froze where I stood, my hand trembling in mid-air. The voice came from the girl with long blonde hair and brown eyes, her expression twisted in disgust as she looked at me like I was filth.
My chest tightened, and my feet refused to move forward.
Before I could gather the courage to sit down, the woman who seemed to be in her forties spoke up.
“Emily, don’t say things like that. Why would you say such a thing? She’s Darius’ guest, probably.”
But the sting of the insult still clung to my skin. My throat burned, and I tried to keep my gaze fixed on the table, as though ignoring them would make me invisible.
Then the man who I recognized spoke.
“She’s not Darius’’ guest, Aunt. She’s his
