ASHES OF HER MERCY
For three long years, Seraphina "Sera" Vance stuck in a cold contract marriage to New York real estate titan Lucian Vance. Subjected to the public cruelty of his elite family and forced to watch him take care of his sick childhood first love, Seraphina was stripped of her dignity, her freedom, and finally her blood forced to sign divorce papers and undergo a forced bone marrow donation. But when her offshore yacht detonated in the coastal waters of Florida, Seraphina let the world believe that she died in the fire.
Two years later, Lucian is a drunk, empty shell of a man, shattered by the horrific truth: his beloved sweetheart framed Seraphina for every scandal. Drowning in gut-wrenching regret, Lucian comes face-to-face with his dead wife at a London summit. She isn't just alive; she is Seraphina Sterling the ruthless, newly revealed CEO of Sterling Global and fiancé to Lucian’s fiercest rival, Julian Sterling.
Lucian drops to his knees, offering his entire multi million dollar real estate empire to earn a second chance. But Seraphina isn't interested in his money or his groveling. She has returned to systematically tear down the Vance empire brick by brick. What neither of them realizes, however, is that the real monster pulling the strings, isn't the jealous sweetheart... but someone hiding in plain sight within their own inner circle.
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Chapter: Chapter ElevenSeraphina Vance’s POV Code CrimsonThe ceiling was a blur of harsh, industrial white squares.Every time my eyes tried to focus on the plastic grid above me, the fluorescent lights burned through my retinas, leaving long, weeping trails of green and yellow in the dark corners of my vision. The anesthesia had dragged me down into a deep, suffocating trench, but it hadn't taken the pain away. It had only stolen my ability to scream.I was lying face down on a stainless steel surgical table. My forehead rested in a hollow foam ring that smelled faintly of old sweat and iodine. A heavy, coarse sheet was draped over my lower back, leaving my hips completely exposed to the bitter draft circulating through the room.Run, Lucian had whispered.The memory of his voice echoed in my head, distorted, sounding as if it were bouncing off the walls of a deep well. “The plane isn't taking you to Switzerland”.I tried to move my toes. Nothing happened. My legs felt like massive sacks of wet s
Last Updated: 2026-09-04
Chapter: Chapter TenSeraphina Vance’ POV ‘Cold Steel’The air inside Surgery Prep Room 4 didn't feel like oxygen. It felt like aerosolized bleach, biting at the back of my throat, sharp and chemical, stripping away whatever warmth was left in my chest.I sat rigid on the metal edge of the prep table, my bare thighs pressed against the disposable paper sheet that crinkled loudly with every shallow breath I took. The thin, faded hospital gown offered no protection against the draft pushing through the industrial ventilation grates. I was cold, a bonedeep, marrow freezing cold that had nothing to do with the thermostat and everything to do with the man standing five feet away.Lucian stood framed by the glare of the corridor lights, his back pressed against the heavy double doors.His tailored jacket was gone. His white dress shirt was wrinkled, the top two buttons undone, revealing the hollow base of his throat where a pulse should have been hammering. But he didn't look frantic. He didn't look like a
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Chapter: Chapter NineSeraphina Vance’s POV ‘Price of Admission’The glass doors of the penthouse study clicked shut behind the guards, sealing the room in a heavy, unnatural silence. Outside, the city stretched toward the horizon, an ocean of flickering yellow streetlamps and crawling headlights under a charcoal sky. Inside, the only light came from the marble fireplace and the green glow of a banker’s lamp on the glass desk.Lucian was standing by the huge glass windows, his back to me. His tailored jacket was gone. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, the sleeves rolled twice over his forearms. He held a crystal tumbler, but he wasn't drinking.My knees were shaking from the sedative still lingering in my bloodstream, but I refused to sit. I pressed my back against the heavy mahogany trim of the door frame, using it to keep myself upright. My hand throbbing where the nail had split during my attempt at the rotary phone, an attempt that had yielded nothing but Chloe’s laughing voice on the o
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Chapter: Chapter EightSeraphina Vance’s POV ‘The Bloodline Trap’The smell of antiseptic hit my throat before my eyes could make sense of the fluorescent glare above me. It was sharp, chemical, and suffocating.I pressed my back against the cold glass panel of the observation gallery, staring down into the intensive care unit of St. Jude’s Private Wing. Inside, wires crisscrossed over the frail chest of Chloe, my half-sister. The rhythm of the heart monitor was jagged, spiking with short, frantic beats that set off red warnings on the overhead screens."She collapsed forty minutes ago," my father’s quiet voice echoed behind me.Harrison Vance didn't touch my shoulder. He stood two paces back, his hands clasped behind his tailored coat, staring at the glass as if he were inspecting a failing investment rather than his dying daughter."She was stable yesterday, Harrison," I said, my voice barely a whisper above the low hum of the medical machinery. I was nervous and didn't trust him, so my tummy twiste
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Chapter: Chapter SevenSeraphina Vance’s POV ‘The Bloodline Trap’The smell of antiseptic hit my throat before my eyes could make sense of the fluorescent glare above me. It was sharp, chemical, and suffocating.I pressed my back against the cold glass panel of the observation gallery, staring down into the intensive care unit of St. Jude’s Private Wing. Inside, wires crisscrossed over the frail chest of Chloe, my half-sister. The rhythm of the heart monitor was jagged, spiking with short, frantic beats that set off red warnings on the overhead screens."She collapsed forty minutes ago," my father’s quiet voice echoed behind me.Harrison Vance didn't touch my shoulder. He stood two paces back, his hands clasped behind his tailored coat, staring at the glass as if he were inspecting a failing investment rather than his dying daughter."She was stable yesterday, Harrison," I said, my voice barely a whisper above the low hum of the medical machinery. I was nervous and didn't trust him, so my tummy twiste
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Chapter: Chapter SixLucian Vance’s POV ‘The Weight of Legacy’The amber drink in my hand had gone still, but my fingers were locked around it, so it tightened the glass cut into my skin.Across the heavy mahogany desk, my father didn’t raise his voice. He never did when he was tearing someone’s world apart. Harrison Vance operated in quiet sentences, the kind that settled into your chest like slow-acting poison."You look tired, Lucian," he said softly, setting his gold fountain pen onto the leather blotter. The tiny click echoed in the silent study. "And tired men make emotional choices. Emotional men destroy empires.""She isn't an emotional choice," I said. My voice sounded raspy, hollowed out by three days of running on caffeine and cold sweat. "Seraphina has been loyal to this family. She kept the Blackwood account intact when everyone else panicked. She bled for us."Harrison leaned back in his leather chair, the dim lamp catching the silver at his temples. He looked at me not with anger, but w
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