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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 heart pounded as she followed Damien through the dimly lit hallway.

The guesthouse smelled of old wood and damp fabric, the kind of place travelers passed through but never stayed long.

A faint murmur of voices drifted from the reception area. The concierge—an old man with tired eyes—glanced at her briefly before returning to his paperwork.

Something about his gaze made her stomach twist.

Or was it just her guilty conscience playing tricks on her?

Seraphina looked around nervously. A single candle flickered at the end of the hallway, casting long, distorted shadows on the walls. The air was heavy, thick with something unspoken.

Damien walked ahead, calm and composed.

When they reached the door, he turned to her with an easy smile.

"No need to worry," he said gently. "There are two beds."

The moment they stepped inside, she immediately scanned the room.

Relief flooded her, but it was short-lived.

The room was small—too small. The beds were on opposite sides, but the space between them was barely enough to breathe.

The window had thick curtains, and the single bedside lamp flickered with weak, yellow light.

A small wooden table sat in the corner, next to an old, creaky wardrobe. The air smelled of dust and something faintly metallic.

Seraphina set her bag on the bed nearest to the door.

Damien watched her for a moment, then chuckled.

She forced a tight smile. "I know. It's just… new."

Damien's gaze lingered on her before he nodded.

Before she could protest, he was already heading for the door.

"Lock it behind me," he added over his shoulder.

Seraphina hesitated, staring at the closed door.

Finally, she hurried forward and turned the lock.

The silence in the room was suffocating.

Seraphina sat on the bed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.

Then why did she still feel afraid?

The room was safe. There was nothing to be afraid of.

She exhaled and quickly unlocked the door.

He stepped inside, carrying a tray of food. A steaming bowl of soup, a plate of bread, and a small cup of something dark.

"I know you weren't feeling well," he said, setting the tray on the table. "So I asked them to make something light for you."

Seraphina gave a small smile. "Thank you."

He hesitated. "I'll give you space. You don't have to feel uncomfortable."

Seraphina's chest tightened with guilt.

Damien raised a hand, stopping her.

"It's okay."** He smiled.** "I'll be outside if you need me."

Seraphina stared at the tray of food.

The steam curled in the dim light, a soft invitation.

Her stomach grumbled, but she still hesitated.

Something about this moment felt… off.

So, slowly, she picked up the cup.

Chapter 8: A false Sense of Safety