C143 Did you forget your place, Attai?

NALEDI’S POV

I was dressed in a slutty dress and led to the dinner by an armed man.

I didn’t miss the looks people threw at me when they saw me, the soft muttering of my name, hisses, and nasty glares that welcomed my presence. They all hated me, I’d killed their good-for-nothing head.

If there was one thing I was proud of, despite the pains and bruises I nursed all over my body