Seraphina

Seraphina

"You are stealing Natalia’s happiness," my stepmother hissed as she fixed my veil. "Remember this: Dominic will never love a monster like you."

She was right.

During the ceremony, Dominic wouldn't even look at me.

When we finally reached our bedroom, he didn't even come near the bed.

"Don't think this marriage is real," he said, his voice cold as the grave. "This is a deal, nothing more. I'll get rid of you the first chance I get."

He slammed the door, leaving me alone on my wedding night.

I sat on the bed in my gown until dawn.

Finally, I called him. To explain everything that happened that night. How I was trapped there.

But the voice from the other side killed my urge to explain.

"Hello, Seraphina," Natalia’s voice purred. "Still waiting for your husband? Sorry, he’s busy. We’re quite tired. It’s been round after round tonight."

“Thanks..” My hands gripped on the phone.

Before she hung up, I heard her muffled moan in the background. "Dominic, stop... Don't you ever get tired? Another round already?"

The line went dead.

My heart didn't just break—it shattered into a million jagged pieces.

My heart broke every time I looked at our bedroom.

It was filled with luxury—Italian furniture, silk curtains, soft lights—but it felt like an empty tomb.

Forget love. Every single day, I begged silently for just one glance from my husband.

A few days ago, we attended a high-profile gala together.

Dominic barely acknowledged me. He spent the entire evening with his business partners. Then, halfway through the event, he disappeared.

With Natalia.

His phone was switched off.

I stood there alone, smiling stiffly at strangers, before finally returning to the mansion with his driver. I felt like trash—something he planned to throw away once he was bored.

Marriage hadn’t changed my life.

It had destroyed it.

I had believed I could soften his hatred. Maybe even win his heart.

I was wrong.

Even as Dominic’s wife, I was still working as a lowly spot girl at Obsidian Entertainment.

Then one day, I was assigned to do Natalia’s hair for her latest shoot.

I held the straightener tightly, my hands trembling as I sprayed fixer onto her blonde hair.

I was happy that finally I developed a soft corner in Dominic’s heart and he rose my position in his entertainment industry until I heard something from Natalia.

“Seraphina, you should thank me,” Natalia said lazily, watching me through the mirror. “I had to beg Dominic to let you work here. He didn’t want someone like you in his building.”

“Yeah. Thanks,” I replied flatly.

She had convinced Dominic to hire me, yes—but she also made me sign a contract promising I’d never reveal we were related.

“Hurry up,” she said, lifting her phone. “Fix it quickly.”

She smiled at the screen.

“Dominic… hey, baby. I was just thinking about you…”

Then suddenly—

“Ahhh!”

She let out a piercing scream.

“My ear!” Natalia cried. “Seraphina, why do you hate me so much? Is it my fault I’m beautiful? Stop taking revenge on me!”

She clutched her head, sobbing into the phone.

I froze.

I hadn’t even turned the straightener on.

Seconds later, Dominic stormed onto the set.

Natalia cried harder the moment she saw him.

“Dominic,” she wailed, “she burned me. She did it on purpose!”

Before I could react, his hand clamped onto my shoulder.

Pain shot through me.

“Enough, Seraphina,” he hissed. “I’m done with your jealousy. You’re a threat to her.”

His grip tightened.

“You’re fired. Pack your things and get out.”

“I didn’t do anything!” I cried. “The tool wasn’t even hot!”

He didn’t look at me.

I packed my bag with shaking hands and left the building in tears.

By the time I tried to find another job, it was already over.

Natalia had spoken to the press.

Dangerous. Jealous. Unstable assistant.

No one would hire me.

When I returned to the Montgomery mansion, my heart sank.

Natalia’s luggage was being carried into Dominic’s master suite.

“Natalia?” I whispered.

She rushed forward and hugged me, playing the perfect sister.

“I’m so sorry,” she said softly. “I didn’t mean for Dominic to fire you.”

She squeezed my hand.

I pulled away.

Trusting her again would be like petting a cobra.

“I’ll be staying here for a week,” she whispered. “My penthouse is under renovation. Please don’t be mad.”

I looked up.

Dominic was watching us from the balcony.

I nodded.

Helpless.