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The night the house burned, the police said it was an accident.
A faulty stove. A careless candle. Some said I committed suicide. They said I couldn’t watch my sister marry the man I gave my life to so I choose to end it all.
But I remember the truth.
I remember the way the door was locked from the outside, the way smoke crawled into my lungs like something alive. I remember pounding my fists against the wood until my hands bled, screaming a name that never answered back. And above the roar of the fire and the dizziness hitting me I saw her, my sister in the hands of my man , the man I dedicated my life to , the man I killed for.
They stood together hand in hand in smiling so sweetly and I knew, it was them
Fire swallowed everything: my room, my memories,the future I thought I had. My life flashed before my eyes and I realized how stupid I had been and I swore if there was a second chance I will be stronger. The last thing I saw was the ceiling collapsing ,and the last thing I felt was betrayal burning hotter than the flames. Then there was nothing. No pain. No sound. Just darkness.
And then
I woke up.
Not to smoke or ashes, but to silk sheets and candlelight. My body was whole. My breath steady. When I raised my hands, they were smaller, unscarred, untouched by fire. A mirror stood across the room, and the face staring back at me was mine… yet younger. Softer. Alive. I looked fifteen again
I had been given another chance.
And this time, I would not burn alone.
Snapping out of my thoughts, I threw on clothes and ran down the stairs. If I remember correctly around this time my grandpa Thomson Vale the head and founder of the Vale’s Organization was still alive and according to my memory he was about to sign the papers that tied me to my biological parents. In my past life I threw tantrums and starved myself for days before he agreed to send my back to my parents in the city, I was so excited because I thought was going to be loved and cared for by my parents it was later on that I found out that the reason my grandfather adopted me in the first place was because he caught my stepmother Margaret Vale trying to drown me when I was just nine months old.
My birth mother Selena Vale died during child birth and my father Edmand Vale brought in Margaret and her four month old baby Lucinda after two months under the vile of needing someone to care for me . It was during one of my grandfather’s unannounced visit that he caught Margaret trying to drown me in the the bathtub, he raged and raged and tried to get my father to divorce Margaret but he refused so my grandfather had no choice but to take me with him. In my past life when my father came back to take me with him , I foolishly thought he finally heard of my improvements at school and came to take me with him so when grandpa refused I threw tantrums until he gave in and later died of an heart failure. But now that I have been reborn I will never let him sign those papers, I will stay by his side till the end .
I ran around the house looking for him and then as I opened the study door , I saw him .
He’s standing near the window with a book in hand and his glasses in place the way he always did before the illness , before everything. His hair black from dye with a few stubborn white stands sticking out , he looked younger, better —but it’s him.
My grandfather
Before I could stop myself I ran to him and jump on his back with tear running down my face
In my first life, he died two years before the fire
I watched him die.
And now he’s here—alive
“Sheraphina” he says,with a slight frown on his face, probably still angry about the tantrums I have been throwing . “I thought you said you never want to see me.”
The sound of his voice breaks something inside me.
“No, I want to stay with papa forever ” My throat closed and I hugged him tighter “ I’m sorry, I was stupid , I will never leave .”
He shook his head turning to look at me suspiciously “what changed young lady.?”
As I opened my mouth to reply, the door of the study flew open and my foolish father came in with a document in hand
“ Father , I brought the documents you need to sign. It is high time you stop coming between my daughter and I . She is coming home with me” he had a smug smile on his face
I saw my grandfather’s face fall and I stepped between them, snatched the papers from my father’s hands and tore them to pieces
“ I am never coming with you, this is my home and you can never take me away from it , you are not my father and you will never be so I advise you to leave now”
My father stiffen in surprise, and looked at me
" Sheraphina, I thought you said you wanted to come home with daddy , I already planned plenty of activities for us to do together, anything you want my darling.”
I smiled,looked him in the eyes and said
‘ I don’t remember ever wanting to go with u, and if by chance I ever said that I change my mind , I like grandpa better “
I could see him trying to control his anger and grandpa trying to control his laughter so I stick my tongue out at him and watch him explode
‘ You little witch, I was blind to think you are better than your mother , you will regret this “
As he stomped off I turned to hug grandpa to prevent him from asking, he noticed my mood and pulled me into a tighter hug. It was at this point that I promised myself to pay back the people that hurt me, step on the green tea stepsister and become a formidable power in the whole country
The 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
The pressure on Lucinda had been building for weeks.Whispers. Threats. Promises.The enemy her mother contacted — the man from the streets — no longer treated her like a pampered girl.He treated her like leverage.Lucinda trembled in her bedroom, staring at the message he sent:If you don’t do your part, we’ll sell you off.Pretty girls make good money.Her hands shook so violently she almost dropped the phone.She wanted to scream for help.But if she did…Her mother would be ruined forever.And she would be punished for disobeying.So she chose the worst possible path:The one they shoved her toward.That night, she snuck into the Vale estate.The guards were lighter than usual — Grandfather often dismissed them inside the house. Lucinda slipped through a side door with the key she stole long ago, her breaths short and shaky.Grandfather’s study light was on.He was preparing his evening tea.Lucinda hid behind a shelf, clutching the small packet in her hand — a powder that was me
CHAPTER THREE : THE FIRST ABDUCTION ATTEMPTSheraphina left school later than usual.The festival committee meeting had run long, and by the time she walked out, the campus was quiet—too quiet.A cold wind swept across the courtyard.She pulled her bag closer.The security lamppost flickered once.Then again.Her phone buzzed.Elias.She answered immediately.“Shera,” his voice came tight, hard-edged, “why are you still on campus?”She blinked.“I just finished—”A sharp beep sounded on his end.Elias swore.“Sheraphina, listen to me carefully. You’re being followed.”Her heart skipped.“I… I thought I heard something behind me earlier—”“You’re going to walk to the gates,” Elias said, tone low and commanding. “You’re not going to run. Don’t look back. My men are already moving.”Her fingers tightened around the phone.“Elias… what’s happening?”He exhaled sharply.“They triggered the proximity sensors on your tag. Someone was close enough to touch you. That is not a coincidence.”The
CHAPTER Eight — THE COMPETITION BEGINSThe City Youth Academic Competition drew more attention than usual this year.Not because of the competition itself—but because of me.Reporters crowded the entrance.Parents whispered.Students stared.“The girl who got the perfect score is here.”“I heard sh
When I walked through the academy gates Monday morning, the air felt different.Not heavier—Just full.Of whispers.Of stares.Of awe.Students who once looked away now stepped aside, creating a clear path as if I were royalty passing through.Some whispered behind their hands:“That’s her—Sheraph
CHAPTER FOURTEEN — The dark side The fallout from the Winter Gala struck the Vale family harder than any news outlet expected.Not only had the sabotage attempt been traced back to individuals connected to the Vales…The public began to scrutinize everything.And Grandpa Tomas had finally reached
The student council room buzzed with energy.Costume designs, lighting plans, fundraising booths—papers everywhere.Sheraphina walked in, quiet but composed, holding a stack of organized notes.Everyone stared.“S-Sheraphina? You’re early today!”“You’re… actually helping?”“You look different some







