The rain that night felt cursed.

Heavy drops slammed against the cathedral windows while hundreds of wealthy guests filled the hall with fake smiles and expensive perfume. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above them, illuminating the perfect wedding everyone in the city had been waiting for.

The marriage of Seraphina Vale and Adrian Cross.

The golden couple.

The future king and queen of the business world.

At least… that was what Seraphina believed.

She stood in front of the mirror inside the bridal room, staring at herself in silence. Her white gown hugged her figure elegantly, soft diamonds shining around her neck. Her makeup was flawless. Her dark hair rested perfectly against her shoulders.

Yet something felt wrong.

Too quiet.

Too cold.

A strange feeling settled inside her chest.

“You look nervous.”

Vivienne walked inside with a bright smile, holding a bouquet of white roses.

Seraphina forced a laugh.

“Is it obvious?”

“A little.” Vivienne adjusted Seraphina’s veil gently. “But relax. Adrian loves you.”

The words should’ve comforted her.

Instead, they sounded rehearsed.

Seraphina looked at her best friend carefully.

Vivienne avoided eye contact for one second too long.

A tiny crack formed in Seraphina’s chest.

But before she could think further, the wedding coordinator entered hurriedly.

“It’s time.”

The music began.

The cathedral doors slowly opened.

Every guest turned toward her.

Seraphina stepped forward, her heels echoing softly against the marble floor. Cameras flashed everywhere. Journalists whispered excitedly.

She searched for Adrian at the altar.

But the moment she saw his face—

Her heart sank.

No smile.

No warmth.

Nothing.

He looked at her the way strangers look at paintings.

Beautiful.

But emotionless.

Her father, Alexander Vale, gently squeezed her hand as they walked together.

“You okay?” he whispered.

Seraphina nodded softly.

“Just nervous.”

But she wasn’t nervous anymore.

She was afraid.

When they finally reached the altar, Adrian barely looked at her.

The priest smiled warmly.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the union between—”

“Stop.”

The entire cathedral froze.

Seraphina blinked slowly.

“What?”

Adrian stepped back from her.

His expression remained calm.

Cold.

Then suddenly—

Vivienne walked toward the altar.

Wearing white heels.

White earrings.

White gloves.

The same color as a bride.

Murmurs exploded around the cathedral.

Seraphina stared at her best friend in confusion.

“Vivienne…?”

Vivienne couldn’t even look her in the eye.

Adrian finally spoke.

“I can’t marry you.”

Silence.

Pure silence.

The kind that suffocates people.

Seraphina laughed weakly.

“What kind of joke is this?”

But nobody laughed.

Adrian reached for Vivienne’s hand.

“I’m in love with her.”

The world stopped.

Some guests gasped.

Others immediately grabbed their phones.

Cameras flashed wildly.

Seraphina felt heat rush through her body as if the entire cathedral was burning.

“No…” she whispered.

Vivienne finally looked at her with guilty eyes.

“I’m sorry…”

Sorry.

That single word destroyed years of friendship in seconds.

Seraphina turned toward Adrian slowly.

“You cheated on me… with my best friend?”

Adrian sighed impatiently, almost annoyed she asked.

“It wasn’t intentional at first.”

The humiliation sliced deeper.

Her hands trembled violently.

“Then what was I to you?”

Adrian stared directly into her eyes.

“A business arrangement.”

The guests whispered louder.

Someone even laughed quietly.

Seraphina’s breathing became uneven.

Her father suddenly stepped forward furiously.

“You ungrateful bastard!” Alexander shouted. “Everything you have came from my family!”

Adrian’s face darkened.

“And your company is collapsing anyway.”

Alexander froze.

“What?”

Adrian smirked slightly.

“The investors already left you.”

Seraphina slowly looked at her father.

His face had gone pale.

“No…” she whispered. “Dad?”

But before Alexander could speak—

He collapsed.

“DAD!”

The cathedral erupted into chaos.

People screamed.

The priest rushed forward.

Seraphina dropped to the floor beside her father, tears streaming down her face.

“Dad! Dad wake up!”

But Alexander wasn’t moving.

Paramedics arrived minutes later.

The wedding turned into a disaster.

Guests began leaving.

Some looked sympathetic.

Others looked entertained.

As if her entire life was some kind of television drama.

And Adrian?

He simply stood there beside Vivienne.

Watching.

Emotionless.

Seraphina stood slowly, her mascara ruined by tears.

She walked toward Adrian shakily.

Then slapped him across the face.

The sound echoed loudly.

“You destroyed my family.”

Adrian looked back at her calmly.

“No, Seraphina.” He adjusted his suit. “Weak people destroy themselves.”

Then he walked away.

With Vivienne beside him.

Leaving Seraphina alone in the middle of the cathedral.

Still wearing her wedding dress.

Still bleeding emotionally in front of everyone.

That night became the biggest scandal in the city.

But the nightmare wasn’t over.

Not even close.

———

11:47 PM

Rain poured heavily outside the hospital.

Seraphina sat beside her unconscious father silently.

Doctors had already warned her.

Stress triggered his heart attack.

His condition was critical.

Everything felt unreal.

Her wedding destroyed.

Her company collapsing.

Her best friend betraying her.

Her fiancé humiliating her publicly.

It all happened too fast.

A nurse suddenly entered the room.

“Miss Vale…”

Seraphina looked up weakly.

“There’s a fire.”

Her stomach dropped.

“What?”

“The Vale Corporation building is burning.”

For a moment, she forgot how to breathe.

“No…”

She immediately rushed outside into the storm.

By the time she arrived downtown, flames had already swallowed the skyscraper.

People crowded the streets.

Firetrucks screamed through the city.

Smoke filled the sky.

Seraphina stared at the burning building in horror.

Her father’s company.

Her family legacy.

Gone.

Then her phone rang.

Unknown number.

With shaking hands, she answered.

“…Hello?”

A deep male voice spoke calmly.

“Beautiful chaos.”

Seraphina frowned.

“Who is this?”

“I watched your wedding.”

Her expression hardened immediately.

“If this is some sick joke—”

“You want revenge, don’t you?”

Silence.

The stranger continued.

“I can help you.”

“And why would you do that?”

A pause.

Then:

“Because Adrian Cross is my enemy too.”

The line disconnected.

Moments later, a black luxury car stopped beside her.

A man stepped out holding an umbrella.

Tall.

Sharp jawline.

Black suit.

Cold eyes.

Dangerous.

He walked toward her slowly while the fire reflected behind him like hell itself followed him.

“Seraphina Vale,” he said calmly.

She stared at him cautiously.

“Who are you?”

The man handed her a black envelope.

“Damian De Luca.”

The name alone made her blood run cold.

Everyone knew the De Luca family.

Mafia.

Powerful.

Untouchable.

Feared.

Seraphina slowly opened the envelope.

Inside was a marriage contract.

At the bottom was Damian’s signature.

Then she saw the sentence beneath it.

> “Marry me… and I’ll help you destroy everyone who betrayed you.”

Thunder crashed across the sky.

Seraphina looked up at him.

Damian’s dark eyes remained unreadable.

But one thing was certain.

This man wasn’t offering salvation.

He was offering war.

END OF EPISODE 1

Rain poured heavily outside the hospital windows.

Seraphina sat quietly beside her father’s room, her hands trembling while replaying everything that happened at the wedding.

Adrian’s betrayal.

Vivienne’s apology.

The humiliation.

It felt unreal.

Her phone suddenly buzzed.

Unknown Number.

She hesitated before answering.

“…Hello?”

“Did you cry enough already?”

Her expression darkened immediately.

That voice.

Cold. Calm. Dangerous.

Damian De Luca.

“What do you want?” she asked sharply.

“To help you.”

“I don’t need help from a mafia monster.”

A soft chuckle came from the other line.

“And yet you’re alone.”

Silence.

Because he was right.

Her company was collapsing.

Her father was unconscious.

And the entire city was laughing at her.

“Meet me,” Damian said. “Ten minutes.”

Before she could answer, the call ended.

———

A black luxury car waited outside the hospital.

Seraphina stared at it for a moment before slowly getting inside.

The interior smelled expensive and cold.

Damian sat beside the window wearing a black suit, his sharp eyes focused on the city lights outside.

He looked terrifyingly calm.

“You enjoy controlling people?” Seraphina asked bitterly.

Damian glanced at her.

“No. I enjoy watching what people do when they lose everything.”

Seraphina clenched her fists.

“What makes you think I’ll trust you?”

Damian handed her a folder.

Inside were documents.

Photos.

Bank transfers.

Contracts.

Proof that Adrian secretly stole money from her family company months ago.

Her breathing stopped.

“He planned this…” she whispered.

Damian leaned back lazily.

“Adrian Cross is ambitious. Betraying you was profitable.”

Seraphina’s eyes burned with anger.

“And Vivienne?”

Damian smirked faintly.

“She was the bonus.”

Seraphina looked away, trying not to cry again.

Weakness disgusted her now.

The car finally stopped in front of a massive penthouse building.

Damian stepped out first.

“Come.”

She followed him upstairs silently.

The penthouse was dark, elegant, and intimidating—just like him.

City lights reflected across the glass walls.

Damian poured himself a drink before facing her.

“You want revenge,” he said directly.

Seraphina crossed her arms.

“And what do you get from this?”

“You.”

Her eyes narrowed immediately.

“What?”

Damian walked closer slowly.

“Marry me for one year.”

Seraphina stared at him like he was insane.

“You seriously think I’d marry another man after tonight?”

“You need protection,” Damian replied calmly. “Adrian won’t stop until your family is destroyed.”

“And why would a mafia heir care about me?”

For the first time, Damian’s expression darkened slightly.

“Because Adrian Cross is my enemy too.”

Silence filled the room.

Seraphina looked at the marriage contract again.

One year.

Fake marriage.

Revenge.

It sounded dangerous.

Crazy.

But she had nothing left to lose.

Damian stepped closer and lowered his voice.

“Stay weak and they’ll bury you.”

His dark eyes locked onto hers.

“Or stand beside me… and make them regret betraying you.”

Seraphina’s heart pounded.

This man wasn’t safe.

He was the devil offering her power.

And somehow…

She wanted it.

Slowly, she picked up the pen.

Damian watched her carefully.

“Once you sign,” he warned, “your life changes forever.”

Seraphina looked directly into his eyes.

“My life already did.”

Then she signed the contract.

Damian smiled faintly for the first time.

Not warm.

Not kind.

Dangerous.

“Good choice, Mrs. De Luca.”

And somewhere far away—

The storm only grew stronger.

END OF EPISODE 2

The city exploded with gossip the next morning.

Every television screen, social media page, and newspaper carried the same shocking headline:

> “Seraphina Vale Marries Mafia CEO Damian De Luca After Public Wedding Betrayal!”

Photos of Seraphina leaving the courthouse beside Damian spread everywhere online. In every picture, Damian looked calm and untouchable while Seraphina looked cold and unreadable beneath oversized sunglasses.

The entire business world was stunned.

Inside an expensive restaurant downtown, Adrian Cross stared at his phone with fury burning in his eyes.

“She married him?” he snapped.

Vivienne sat across from him nervously, scrolling through the articles again and again.

“Maybe she’s only trying to make us jealous,” Vivienne whispered softly.

Adrian laughed bitterly.

“Jealous?” He tossed the phone onto the table. “That woman just married the most dangerous man in the city.”

Vivienne looked down quietly.

Even she knew the name Damian De Luca carried fear.

Mafia heir.

CEO.

A man powerful enough to destroy people without lifting a finger.

And now Seraphina belonged beside him.

Meanwhile, inside Damian’s penthouse, silence filled the air.

Seraphina stood near the massive glass windows overlooking the city skyline. Her white blouse and black skirt made her look elegant, but exhaustion remained visible in her eyes.

Less than twenty-four hours ago, she had been abandoned at the altar.

Now she was married again.

The thought felt insane.

A maid approached respectfully.

“Mrs. De Luca, breakfast is ready.”

Seraphina froze slightly at the title.

Mrs. De Luca.

It sounded powerful.

But also dangerous.

She walked downstairs slowly and found Damian sitting at the dining table reading documents while drinking coffee. He looked calm, like the chaos surrounding them meant nothing.

Seraphina crossed her arms.

“You really enjoy shocking people, huh?”

Damian didn’t look up immediately.

“The city needed to know you’re under my protection now.”

She frowned.

“I don’t need protection.”

Damian finally raised his eyes toward her.

“Yesterday says otherwise.”

Seraphina hated how he always spoke like he already knew everything.

She sat across from him with an annoyed sigh.

“What happens now?”

Damian placed his coffee cup down carefully.

“Now,” he said calmly, “we make your enemies regret humiliating you.”

Before she could respond, Damian’s phone rang.

The moment he answered, his expression darkened slightly.

“What happened?” he asked coldly.

A pause.

Then he stood up immediately.

“Your father woke up,” he told Seraphina.

Her eyes widened.

Without another word, they left for the hospital.

———

Seraphina rushed into the hospital room the second they arrived.

“Dad!”

Alexander Vale slowly opened his eyes. He looked weak and pale, but alive.

Relief hit her instantly.

Tears almost formed in her eyes as she held his hand gently.

“You scared me.”

Alexander smiled weakly before his eyes shifted toward the doorway.

Toward Damian.

Immediately, fear appeared on his face.

“You…” Alexander whispered.

Seraphina looked confused.

“You know him?”

Damian stepped inside calmly with his hands in his pockets.

“It’s been a long time, Mr. Vale.”

The tension inside the room became heavy.

Seraphina looked between them.

“What’s going on?”

Her father grabbed her hand tightly.

“You married him?” he asked urgently.

She nodded slowly.

Alexander looked devastated instead of angry.

“Seraphina… you don’t understand who this man really is.”

Damian’s expression hardened.

“That’s enough.”

“No,” Alexander snapped weakly. “She deserves the truth.”

Before Seraphina could ask another question—

Hospital alarms suddenly rang loudly.

Everyone froze.

Then came shouting outside.

Footsteps.

Gunshots.

Seraphina’s heart nearly stopped.

“What was that?!”

Damian immediately moved in front of her protectively.

His calm expression disappeared, replaced by something terrifyingly cold.

“They found us.”

The hospital hallway erupted into chaos. Nurses screamed while people ran in panic.

Several armed men appeared outside the room.

Seraphina stepped back in fear.

“Oh my God—”

Damian slowly removed his suit jacket.

Then he reached behind his back and pulled out a gun.

Her eyes widened instantly.

“You carry that around casually?!”

Damian glanced at her briefly.

“In my world, danger doesn’t make appointments.”

Another gunshot echoed outside.

Then Damian looked directly into her eyes.

“Stay behind me.”

For the first time since meeting him, Seraphina truly understood something terrifying.

She hadn’t married a businessman.

She married a king from the underworld.

And somehow…

He was willing to go to war for her.

END OF EPISODE 3