Chapter 23

Selena’s POV

The maids were rushing around the office, their quiet movements filling the air with the scent of polish and lavender. I stood near the doorway, watching them sweep up the glass I had broken earlier. My heart still hadn’t settled. Every corner of the room was a reminder of my father’s temper — the overturned chair, the shattered frame, the torn papers. But more than that, it reminded me how easily I’d had to bend to his will again.

Father adjusted his ...