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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

Seraphina's hands trembled as she folded her few belongings into a small bag. Three days. That's how long they would be gone. She kept reminding herself that this was a mission—a calling. A test of faith.

Still, she couldn't shake the feeling in her chest. That deep, unsettling tightness. Like a warning.

She glanced at the doorway where Sister Agnes stood, her wrinkled hands gripping the rosary tightly. "God be with you, child," the old nun whispered. Her eyes held something—something Seraphina couldn't quite read. Was it concern? Or was she imagining things?

Shaking off the doubt, Seraphina stepped outside where Father Damien was already waiting.

His car—a sleek black vehicle that looked far too expensive for a simple priest—gleamed under the morning sun. It felt out of place, too polished, too different from the humble world of the convent.

He smiled when he saw her. "Ready?"

She hesitated for just a moment before nodding. "Yes, Father."

As soon as she settled into the passenger seat, the door shut with a quiet click. The sound sent an unexpected chill down her spine.

They drove in silence for a while, the hum of the engine the only sound between them. The road stretched endlessly ahead, cutting through fields and forests, leading them deeper into unfamiliar territory.

Father Damien's driving was slow, deliberate. His hands rested lazily on the wheel, but his eyes… his eyes flicked to her too often.

Seraphina forced a smile. "I'm just nervous."

"You shouldn't be." His voice was smooth, too smooth. "You have a gift, Seraphina. I wouldn't have brought you if I didn't believe in you."

She swallowed. "Thank you, Father."

He chuckled. "Damien. Just Damien when it's just the two of us."

Her fingers tightened around her dress. Something about that felt wrong. But she forced herself to nod. "Alright… Damien."

The way his lips curled at the sound of his name on her tongue sent an uneasy warmth through her body.

They drove for hours, stopping only once for water. As the sun began to set, the sky turning shades of gold and crimson, he finally spoke again.

Seraphina turned to him, surprised. The way he said it… so casual, yet so heavy.

She hesitated. Then nodded. "Of course."

He smiled, his fingers tapping lightly against the steering wheel. "Good."

And for some reason, that single word felt like a trap.

chapter four: The Road to Destiny