Mag-log inThey called me a curse. A mistake. A woman unfit to wear the Edward name. Five years ago, I signed divorce papers and walked out of a marriage that never loved me back, in a house that never wanted me. My husband chose my sister. My family chose silence. But I chose myself. Now I'm back... Not as the broken girl in heels too tight, but as the woman who built an empire from my scars. Seraph's World isn't just a fashion brand. It's revenge in silk and steel. When my ex-husband and sister come circling with money and apologies, I took the deal... But not the leash. Because some women don't get happy endings. They write them And this time, I'm holding the pen.
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The divorce papers felt like a platter of stone on my palm as I read its content. My eyes were blurry from the tears that refused to fall down from my cheeks. Realization dawned on me that very moment, making my legs give away. "What's this?" My lips managed to move, my voice barely above a whisper. Ronan cocked his brow at me before he chuckled. Slow. The one that made my heart hurt badly, it made me sound stupid. "You've got to be joking. The company... My company can't have someone like you as the CEO's wife." He said it like I was a shit. My chest tightened. "I've been married to you for three years, Ronan, three years... That's no joke." My eyes fell on my body. A part of me realizing where this would go. "You're chubby, Seraph. I need a woman who'd meet my standards and you're damn far from it. You told me you'd work on yourself, but it has only been you adding more pounds since this marriage started. I wouldn't have gotten married to you if I knew this would happen." His voice was icy. His facial expression was frustrated. So this was it. He never loved me from the start. It has always been my fantasy. One that would never be fulfilled no matter how I tried because I was considered a plus size and unwanted. " You know I've always been chubby, Ronan" I tried to defend myself, but my voice was weak. "You've always been chubby and a little curvy. Emphasis on a little curvy, now it's just fat everywhere I see. And that's disgusting, Seraph. You are unfit. " Those words washed away every little confidence I had. My neck throbbed as I gulped down saliva, hoping this was a dream. " You want me to sign a divorce paper after three years of marriage?"I asked, my voice shaking. Silence stretched between us, telling me the answer. I slowly grabbed a pen next to him and signed away three years of believing he'd love me one day. Three years of thinking things would go right. Three years of trying to change my body because of him. I threw the papers at his face, anger rushed in my adrenaline. "This is exactly what you want, right?" I said loudly, my voice breaking. He sneered, picked up the papers and filed them into one. "I'd help you out. I know you have no place to go because your very own parents would reject you.." My heart sank for the second time. Once again, he mocked me because of my family being against me. "You could stay in the guestroom. I want your things out of my room." He didn't even spare me a glance. Just like every other day,I curled back, short of words because I felt bad about my body being chubby. It has always been this way. Everyone bodyshaming me because they felt I didn't belong and fit their expectations. "I suppose you ain't daft, Seraph," he said to me. "You realize that once I go out of that room , out of this house with my things... I'd never come back, right? "I said calmly. So calm that I felt it would affect me later. " I never wanted you to answer Edward's surname, "he said to me, his words cutting deep. " Why didn't you say this right after we got married? I would have left... You wasted three years of my life! "I shouted, my anger boiling over. He scoffed, looking at me with disgust." Who'd accept you? It was out of sheer pity.. you've got to be dreaming if you've thought I loved you these past years, Seraph." I held the pen tightly, hoping it wouldn't be ruined." You vowed on the altar, Ronan. " There you go again Seraph. There you go again with that little mentality of yours. Vows are meant to be broken... Meant to be severed, woman." The tears that refused to fall all this while he ranted rubbish, fell freely from my eyes. I didn't stop it . "I'd compensate you handsomely," he said, like it was a transaction. Every fiber in me wanted to retort everything he said back at him. Word for word. How it felt in my blood. But I could only gulp as fluid came out of my nose. " You think this is a joke? You think I stayed with you for three years because of some silly crush I had on you then? You think I'm that low ? "I sniffed. He operated his phone like I was a ghost. Just like every other day, my words and actions were never taken as anything. " You'd regret this, Ronan," I said calmly. He chuckled, his fingers relaxing his tense brow." I regretted three years of having something with you. " My lips curved. It was a bitter smile. One that signified I was tired of trying. I dragged my feet on the floor to the room I'd always called ours. I lied to everyone who cared to listen that my husband loved me so much, even though I was chubby. He lived up to the falsehood, acting lovey dovey at occasions and family gatherings, but back home, he'd never lay on the same bed with me. This happened for three years.... Three full years and I never counted it as red flags. I packed my clothes in my bags hastily, closing it hurriedly and shoving it past the room door. I'd rather stay in a motel than face this embarrassment. "I'm leaving," I muttered, almost at the entrance door, beads of sweat falling on my blue gown. Ronan looked up, as if unconcerned, before looking back at his phone. "You must come to a family gathering tomorrow..at your parents house..." I froze. "What?" "I'm not..," I answered quickly. "You would and that's final, you don't want to make Elena feel bad when she comes back." I froze. "What do you mean?" "Elena will be back by tomorrow and we're giving her a welcome party. Everyone from both families. Don't let this go wrong." Elena, my younger sister, is coming back to the country. She didn't tell me... The one everyone had always cherished and loved. The one that got all the parental love while I washed the dishes as part of exercise. The one who'd been branded as an epitome of perfection. I was left out again. There isn't any need starting here when I know it'd be my death.Author POV The rock was cold in Alex’s hand. Jagged edge pressed against his palm. Seraph felt it hover behind her head, close enough that her hair moved when his fingers trembled.Sloane’s gun stayed level. “Alex. Put it down. Now.”Alex didn’t move. His arm stayed locked around Seraph’s waist. His breathing was fast, uneven, against the back of her neck. Not calm. Not cruel. Terrified.“I can’t,” he whispered in her ear. “If I don’t, Maya gets arrested tomorrow. Elena has files. Her signature. Forged, but it won’t matter. She’s twelve, Seraph. She thinks I’m the one who keeps the monsters away.”Seraph’s heart hammered. She didn’t struggle. She didn’t scream. She listened. “Then let me help you,” she said, voice low. “There’s another way. We have the drive. We take Elena down. No one has to die.”Alex laughed. It hurt to hear. “You think Elena doesn’t know that? She sent me the photo of Maya because she knew I’d choose her. She wants you to watch me become him. She wants me to prov
The car smelled like rain and Alex’s jacket. Seraph slept with her head against the window, flash drive clutched in her palm. Data that could end Tradefare. Data that made her a target. Alex drove. Quiet. Too quiet. She woke when the streetlights disappeared. No city glow. No other cars. Just trees crowding the road and the sound of tires on gravel. The GPS showed nothing but black. Seraph sat up slow, rubbing her eyes. “Where are we?” “Taking the back way,” Alex said. He didn’t look at her. Both hands on the wheel. Knuckles white. “Less traffic. Less eyes.” Seraph frowned. “Back way to where? The safehouse is on the other side of the city.” Alex didn’t answer. He reached forward and turned off the GPS. The screen went dark. The car went darker. Seraph’s stomach tightened. “Alex.” “Yeah?” His voice was still Alex. Still low, still tired. But there was something under it. Something she’d never heard before. “Why’d you turn off the GPS?” she asked. She kept her voice even. Sh
Author POV Darkness swallowed the warehouse whole. The nightlight died. The single bulb above the door went out. Even Elena’s gun made no sound.For three seconds there was only breathing. Seraph’s. Maya’s. Elena’s sharp inhale.Then Alex’s voice again, closer this time: “Hands off the gun, Elena.”A scuffle. Metal clattered on concrete. The gun skidded across the floor and hit Seraph’s foot. She didn’t pick it up.A lighter flared. Alex stood ten feet away, one wrist still cuffed to a piece of broken chain. Sloane’s cuffs, probably snapped off with a pipe somewhere between the precinct and Pier 17. His face was pale, sweat at his temples, but his eyes were clear. No flatness. No knife.“Alex,” Elena said. She didn’t sound surprised. She sounded annoyed. “You were supposed to be in a cell.”“I was,” Alex said. He didn’t look at her. He looked at Seraph. “Then I remembered you count to twenty when you’re lying. You only
Author POV The apartment didn’t feel empty. It felt hollow. Like Alex took the air with him when Sloane dragged him out. Seraph stayed on the floor for a long time. The phone buzzed again in her hand. She didn’t look. She knew what it would say. More photos. More threats. Elena’s way of saying *you’re next*. Her palm hurt. She opened her fist. The flash drive was still there. Warm from her sweat. Data that could end Tradefare. Data that got Alex cuffed. The knife lay ten feet away, blade sunk into the floorboard from where Alex drove it down. He chose not to. He chose her. And Elena punished him for it. Seraph stood. Her legs shook. She crossed the room and pulled the knife from the wood. It came free with a sound like tearing. She set it on the table. Didn’t touch the blade. Didn’t want to know if her hands would shake too. Her
Seraph FIVE YEARS LATER I stared at the email on my laptop screen, fingers hovering over the reply button. The company of the man who called me unfit wanted me to meet. Why? Five years had passed since I walked out of that house, left the heels behind and stopped apologizing for existing. I'd b
Seraph Even after the insults, I still felt I shouldn't leave that way. Without saying a proper goodbye. Even though they felt I was the curse given to them as a daughter. I sat at the far end of the hall, waiting patiently for the party to be over before I'd talk to them. They wanted me out of t
Seraph Who says heels are simple? For most women they're an accessory. For me, they're a threat. Every step is a calculation. Will my ankle hold? Will my knees buckle? But I wore them anyway. Because Elena was home. Because my family was watching. Because I was tired of being the sister who doesn
Seraph The divorce papers felt like a platter of stone on my palm as I read its content. My eyes were blurry from the tears that refused to fall down from my cheeks. Realization dawned on me that very moment, making my legs give away. "What's this?" My lips managed to move, my voice barely above


















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