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

Once they were done looking around the house, Seraphina and Arwan settled their belongings in the master bedroom. Then the two of them freshened up quickly - Arwan first and then Seraphina.

Thus, when she made her way to the ground floor, she found Arwan in the kitchen, looking over the various ingredients and rations they had available for the weekend. His tall frame moved with quiet precision as he pulled items from the shelves, inspecting them carefully.

She approached him with a soft chuckle. "What are you doing?" she asked with curiosity evident in her voice.

Arwan glanced up from his inspection, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Just checking what I can cook for lunch," he replied, his voice casual as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Seraphina raised an eyebrow, folding her arms across her chest as she leaned against the kitchen counter. "You can cook?" Her tone held a note of genuine surprise.

The Special Weekend (III)