LOGINBurned alive and abandoned, Sheraphina died believing she had nothing left. Then she woke up at fifteen. With her memories intact and her enemies still smiling, Sheraphina chooses silence over screams and patience over pity. Her stepsister—sweet, fragile, adored—has no memory of the fire yet, only a growing hunger for everything Sheraphina owns. Her father still turns a blind eye. Her stepmother still whispers poison into willing ears. This time, Sheraphina won’t fight openly. She will take back her name, her inheritance, and her future—piece by piece. And when a powerful billionaire steps into her path, drawn by her calm defiance and hidden sharpness, Sheraphina learns that revenge doesn’t have to be lonely.
View MoreThe mansion had been peaceful for weeks.Too peaceful.Sherephina sensed it the moment the black luxury convoy stopped at the Vale gates. The guards stiffened, the staff whispered, and even Grandpa Tomas straightened his posture as though preparing for an old debt to walk through the door.When the cars opened, two people stepped out:Julius Adriastus — tall, cold, powerful, with the kind of presence that bent a room without speaking.And beside him, dressed elegantly and smiling warmly, was Diona, Sherephina’s aunt.Sherephina blinked in surprise.Julius, however, did not wait for greetings.His deep golden eyes locked instantly onto Sherephina……or rather, onto the person standing beside her.Elias Trent.Elias had come by for his usual evening visit, relaxed in a casual shirt, hands in pockets. But when Julius appeared, his posture shifted—cool, controlled, protective.Julius’ expression didn’t shift, but the air tightened like a wire pulled too thin.Sherephina stepped forward pol
The weeks after the war in the shadows passed quietly — almost strangely so.The Vale household, once tense and restless, finally breathed again.The staff walked with lighter steps.The halls felt warm, not haunted.Even the air seemed softer, carrying laughter instead of fear.For Sherephina, the change felt surreal.She had lived through accusations, betrayal, death, danger, and the silent pressure of being hunted.Now she woke up to sunlight, to breakfast prepared carefully by cooks who cared, to Grandpa Tomas humming softly as he read the morning paper.Peace felt fragile but real.Grandpa Tomas sat on the terrace one morning, wrapped in a blanket, sipping tea with steady hands. His recovery had been slow, but each day brought strength back to him.When Sherephina joined him, he looked at her with the same gentle pride he used to carry before everything fell apart.“Sit, child,” he said softly. “Let an old man have company.”Sherephina laughed quietly and sat beside him.“You’re
Grandpa Tomas recovered slowly, but the doctors finally allowed him to return home. His movements were careful, his steps measured, yet his mind remained sharp. Sherephina stayed by his side almost constantly, helping him walk, helping him rest, helping him breathe through the waves of stress the family had endured.For a few days, peace almost seemed possible.Until the front gates opened for a black-draped vehicle.Until the staff began whispering in panicked voices.Until the sound of Grandma’s old bell rang through the halls to signal an emergency.Sherephina’s breath froze as the butler stepped inside with a trembling voice:“Master… it’s your son. The… the young master… he has been found.”They brought the father’s body into the mansion on a stretcher. The sheet covering him did little to mask the truth. The official explanation said car accident, but the truth laid beneath the fabric: marks that no accident could cause. Signs of violence. Silent threats carved into flesh withou
The night after Grandfather woke, the hospital settled into a quiet rhythm. But Sheraphina felt the tension beneath it — like the air before a thunderstorm.Elias refused to leave the building.He stayed outside the ward, on the phone, giving orders that sounded nothing like the calm billionaire the world admired.She overheard fragments:“Triple the surveillance.”“Every entrance, every exit.”“If they come for her, I want to know before they breathe.”Sheraphina didn’t interrupt him.She simply returned to her grandfather’s bedside.His hand lay slack on the blanket, warm but weak.Every rise and fall of his chest made her feel both relieved and afraid.She wasn’t ready to lose him.Not again.Hours passed before his eyes fluttered open again.“Sheraphina…”His voice was faint but clearer than before.She leaned closer.“Yes, Grandpa. I’m here.”He looked at her for a long moment — not with his usual firmness, but with sadness. A deep, tired sadness.“There’s something I should have












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