"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

𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝙀𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙔𝘼𝙇 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝙔 𝙁𝘼𝙏𝙀, 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔 𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝙄𝙎: 𝙒𝙃𝙊 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙎𝙏? ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ཐི ❤︎ ‬ཋྀ Over the course of humanity's time on this earth, we often retreat into reflection of all that was. We tend to examine where we've gone wrong, what we've achieved, and what lessons we might have think we've learned. Some might even hope that by looking back, we can prevent ourselves from repeating the mistakes of the past. Yet... we contradict ourselves, giving rise to the familiar adage: history repeats itself. For centuries, two souls have been ensnared by a curse. Fates entwined in ways neither can escape. One must always betray. One must always kill. The Order has long hunted these two souls, for theirs is the only altered DNA capable of powering an ancient relic, which is an artifact born of an even older tale: the story of The River. And when these cursed souls meet again, unaware of the history they've shared, the cycle begins anew. Old wounds ache with fresh pain. Trust dissolves like smoke. Passion flares into pure chaos, threatening to consume them both. He's the curse. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘺. But together, they are the downfall of their own 𝗖𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦. ཐི ❤︎ ‬ཋྀ #1 in interesting #1 in government #2 in loverstoenemies