Nightsummer20

[A Reverse Harem Fantasy Romance] 

"Wherever there are shadows, there has to be a light"

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Seraphina Winters, the Mafia Queen of the 21st century, dies at the age of 28 in an assassination attempt and finds herself facing the trial that will decide her place in the afterlife, i.e. - heaven or hell. 

However, a weird situation occurs when her bad deeds turn out to be equal to her good deeds performed during her mortal life. To solve the situation, the Council of Afterlife offers her a chance to increase her good deeds and secure her place in heaven. As for the offer - marry the Shadow Lords and revive the cursed land of Shadow City. The council even offers her their newly created system to help her with the impossible task.

Dressed in an all-black wedding gown, Seraphina finds herself outside a haunted castle in the depths of a haunted city. 

From here begins Seraphina's journey of handling her four very hot but dangerous husbands while bringing a very dead city back to life with the help of the system.

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Promised To The Shadows

Seraphina silently followed after Arwan, wondering what else he wanted to show her. The east side of the room had the walk in closet section hidden behind the long silk drapes, and right next to it was a small section of the room that was built as a curve.

"Here it is." Arwan said as he allowed her to have a look at the part of his room that he wanted to show her. His gaze was filled with anticipation as he waited patiently for her reaction.

Seraphina, on the other hand, was left completely speechless. Her shocked gaze took in every little detail in front of her. Instead of walls, there were pillars with beautiful green vines wrapped around them and hanging from the ceiling. There was a bathtub sitting there with crystal clear water filled in it.

Several aromatic candles were lit around the bathtub, filling the air with the scent of flowers. Next to the bathtub was a round table with a bowl and more candles sitting on it.

Illusions (II)