Shattered Pride

(Sloane’s POV)

I slammed the car door harder than I should have. The chauffeur didn’t say a word; he knew better.

My hands were clenched as I stormed through the gate and into the house, my injuries cleaned but still stinging with shame. That witch. That demon.

“Welcome, Miss—”

“Get out of my way!” I snapped at the maid trying to greet me. She flinched and scurried off. Even Nanny Loren peeked fro