LOGINSerafina Rabbia dies believing betrayal is the cruelest sin a human can commit. On her three year anniversary, she is executed by the man she married, betrayed by her sister, and forced to watch her parents burn alive for crimes they never committed. Death should have been the end. Instead, she wakes up in silk and blood . She's reborn on the very day everything was stolen from her. Her wedding day. This time, she smiles at the altar. This time, she kisses her murderer. This time, she plans his death slowly. As Serafina begins dismantling the empire that destroyed her, she uncovers a world far darker than revenge. A world ruled by seven people who hide behind wealth, corporations, and polished power. They are not myths. They are not monsters. They are the Seven Deadly Sins – walking among humans and pulling the world apart quietly. Serafina should run. Instead, she steps willingly into their shadows… and straight into the arms of the most dangerous sin of all. He listens as she whispers her darkest wish: revenge. And he.. he is ready to burn the world for her.
View MoreSerafina’s POV:[In Her Car | Lumiere Fashion Studio | Morning]"Was this a blessing or a curse?" I asked myself.Silence, filled with distant car noises, was my response.I let out a groan, my gaze fixed on the car’s roof. All I saw was Aleskander — aka, the Sin Of Pride.Less than twelve hours ago, I wanted to meet Pride. To somehow get his help and burn Roderick and Vittoria.But less than eleven hours ago, I had sex with that same person.Aleskander was him, and now I was so confused. Should I be happy I got intimate with my potential helper?Was it even right to ask for his aid anymore? What does he think of me at this point?That last question bounced way too much in the corners of my mind.I was getting a damn headache.I squinted as I stared at the tiny, sliver necklace. A part of me felt this wasn’t an accident.Aleskander ‘forgetting’ his necklace. The nightstand.Hell, even the sex felt odd.It was incredibly good. Too good, and I hated how I throbbed at the thought of him
Serafina's POV[A Hotel Suite | Night]If someone told me this would happen, I would've laughed.I would've laughed at the thought of me, Serafina, leaving my husband, Roderick, on the altar. Laughed at the fact that he got taken into an ambulance and I didn't care.Laughed so fucking much at a prediction that Roderick and Vittoria would betray me.But currently, there was nothing funny, because everything was true.Roderick and Vittoria deceived and killed me and Papà and Mamà three years from now.Somehow – by some miracle, I came back to the past.I was reborn. I was vengeful.A newly wedded wife should be by her husband. But I was no wife to Roderick.Ew.I never spared the diamond wedding ring a glance after I placed it to the side.I wouldn't throw it away either – it would serve as a reminder. A reminder for me to lock in and fucking screw that duo up.I planned to do so in the most twisted way possible, so I started from a single file.Before I got married to Roderick back the
Serafina’s POV:[A Church]I stared at a reflection. Not just any reflection, but my fucking reflection.“Impossible,” I flinched at the sound of my voice.My own damn voice, and I watched my jaw drop in disbelief.Okay, what the fuck was going on?I spun around slowly, soaking in the sight of a dressing room. On the walls were hangers, and white dresses dangled from them in neat rows.Was heaven supposed to be like this? Was it supposed to have racks stacked with shoes? The scent of powder lingering in the air? Distant noises? The soft ringing of bells?Was heaven supposed to look like a dressing room!?!Again, I turned back to the mirror. My reflection stared right back at me.I was me. Alive. Still me."Maybe it was a dream" a voice whispered in my head, and I froze.Slowly, I inched closer to the full‑bodied mirror and studied myself.I wore a white dress. No— a wedding dress, and it was painfully familiar. Puffy. Pristine. Perfect.It was the wedding dress I wore three years ago.
Serafina Rabbia's POV:[Rabbia's Estate]"I told you so."I always hated that sentence. I didn’t hate it because it was a way to mock someone.I hated it because Papà said it so often. Although he was part of something unholy and bloody like a syndicate, he was the best father ever.Sure, Papà was hot-tempered. Hence why he was called the Sin of Wrath.But he was strict, and whenever I was wrong about anything, he'd immediately snicker and say:"I told you so."Then Mamà. Oh, my dear gentle Mamà. She'd caution him sweetly, and whenever he'd refuse, she'd knock him on his bald head.This scenario had happened more than a thousand times.Right now, I needed it to happen a thousand and first time. Right this very instant.I craved it more than my life, and that's why I drove so recklessly on the road.My fingers dug into the steering wheel as I swerved and turned like a mad woman. I was mad.Madly pained. Madly in need. Madly idiotic for loving and marrying a man who literally represente






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