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Seraphina has dreamed of becoming a nun since she was a child. After years of convincing her mother, she finally enters the convent, believing she has found her true purpose. But within the sacred walls, darkness lurks.

Father Damien, a respected priest, sees something special in her—her passion, her devotion. He tells her she has a gift, that she is meant for more. But his kindness soon turns into something dangerous. On a mission to a distant village, Seraphina’s world is shattered when she is betrayed, drugged, and violated by the very man who claimed to guide her toward God.

Banished from the convent, carrying the weight of an unwanted pregnancy, she is left to survive in a world she had renounced. But fate has its own plans. Years later, the man who ruined her life returns—not as a priest, but as a man full of regret. He confesses his sins, revealing his own broken dreams.

Will Seraphina ever forgive him? Can two lost souls, bound by pain and fate, find redemption together?

✨ A story of faith, betrayal, love, and redemption.

The banished Bride of Christ

The candlelight flickered across the stone walls of the chapel as Seraphina knelt in prayer, her hands clasped tightly, her lips moving in silent devotion. The soft whisper of Father Damien's voice beside her sent a strange shiver down her spine—not of fear, but something else. Something unfamiliar.

He had taken a keen interest in her since her arrival, guiding her through scripture, correcting her posture in prayer, and reminding her—constantly—that she had a gift.

"Your voice, Seraphina… it is not meant to be hidden behind convent walls," he said one evening, his deep voice barely above a whisper. "God has given you something powerful. Have you ever considered preaching?"

She looked at him, startled. "Women do not preach, Father."

There was something about him—intense, magnetic, a presence that demanded attention. The other nuns spoke highly of him, how he was once considered for a higher position in the church but refused, choosing instead to stay in their small parish. A devoted man. A good man.

So why did she feel a strange weight in his presence?

One evening, after prayer, he lingered, watching her with an unreadable expression. "You should come with me to the next village," he said suddenly. "I want you to speak to the people. To practice what God has placed in you."

"Yes." He stepped closer, his gaze never leaving hers. "I see something in you, Seraphina. Something divine. This journey… it is meant for you."

Her mind swirled. She had never left the convent since arriving. The idea of stepping into the world, speaking to strangers, trusting herself to be guided by faith alone… it both terrified and thrilled her.

For the rest of the week, preparations began. She spent hours studying scriptures, rehearsing prayers, and fasting for guidance. Every night, Father Damien guided her in private prayer, sometimes sitting too close, his whispers lingering in the air long after he had left.

She ignored the goosebumps. She ignored the way her breath caught when his hand briefly touched hers over the prayer book.

She was just nervous. Just excited. Just… imagining things.

A week passed in a blur. The night before the journey, she stood before the mirror in her chamber, smoothing down her habit, whispering a prayer for strength. Tomorrow, her life would change.

Chapter 3: A Guiding Hand or a Hidden Trap?