"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

She's a doctor who only dream to work and work and then travel alone, not minding if she's twenty - nine and not married, she's happy to be single right now, and maybe forever? She doesn't care anymore after her ultimate break - up, who dumped her after using here three years ago. She never dream to be a wife nor a fiancee or either a girlfriend because that heartbreak is enough to build a wall in her heart. And now her only dream is to be a rich tita to her nephew, give every money she have, and spoil him. Having life alone is sooooo fine with her, no pressure, no one will ask for your time, no one will demand anything, and no man can control your life... Not until one day... At the airport, while waiting her brother and sister in - law with their son... Small hands hold her fingers, a cute kid looking up on her... tears are obvious. He's wearing a brown shirt with cute little jumper, his brown yet soft hair is now full of sweat from his face... maybe? But now when he calls her... "Momma!" (Not an official book cover)