Sera blinked open her eyes, the sterile white ceiling a stark contrast to the turmoil within. The rhythmic beep of the heart monitor confirmed the unthinkable – she hadn't escaped this world. But amidst the shock, a new bulge caught her eye. A rounded mound strained against her hospital gown, a silent testament to the horrific night that had stolen her innocence.
A blur of doctors and nurses followed, their faces etched with concern as they explained the six months she had spent in a coma, the severe blood loss that had nearly claimed her life. But the real bombshell dropped then. She wasn't just recovering she was indeed pregnant. A living echo of that violated night.
As the Lark family, along with the imposing figure of Maximus Frost, materialized in her room, a chilling truth unfolded. She was to be married to Elias Frost. A child of their union, unplanned as it was, would necessitate a union. Consent was a luxury not afforded to her. The thinly veiled threats from Benjamin Lark, her own father, about disturbing her mother's grave if she refused, solidified her position as a pawn in a twisted game.
Within a week, she was married. Now Seraphina Frost, she found herself whisked away to the opulent Frost mansion. The days that followed were an unsettling mix of isolation and peace. Elias remained a distant figure, barely gracing her with his presence since their lawyer-assisted wedding. Even the Frost siblings, Endo, Elias's younger brother and Ellie, short for Elizabeth, his baby sister, who both seemed disdainful of her presence kept a distance from her. The absence of in-laws – both of Elias's parents were away on a business trip abroad – created a strange vacuum in the vast mansion.
Maximus Frost, Elias's grandfather, however, became an unexpected source of warmth. To everyone's surprise, he seemed genuinely fond of her, his visits filled with a grandfatherly concern that brought a much-needed flicker of light into her lonely existence. Away from the suffocating grasp of the Larks, with Maximus's support, she dared to hope for a semblance of normalcy.
The life stirring within her became her beacon. Every kick, every beat of the tiny heart resonated within her, drowning out the intensity of past pain. This child, a symbol of her resilience, was a reason to keep living.
But one the day she delivered, a different kind of darkness descended. The child was whisked away before she could even hold it. It was the last time she would see Elias or their child. As she lay weak and exhausted, divorce papers were thrust into her arms. A pre-nuptial agreement, previously signed by her in her unsettled state, granted Elias sole custody of their Son following his birth. She had unknowingly signed away her parental rights.
The Lark family's contribution came to light. Following her suicide attempt, It couldn't be proved that she had drugged him or, had set him up to be drugged. They had spun a tale of Elias's assault leading to her suicide attempt and had wanted to take the news to the press, her unexpected pregnancy became an even greater leverage. The Lark Enterprises profited handsomely from the Frost family's guilt, securing lucrative contracts and ultimately, a marriage proposal between the two. The fact that it was a loveless sham, built on the foundation of her stolen life, mattered little.
Refusing to be broken, Sera clung to the hope of negotiating access to her child with Elias. Even Maximus Frost, couldn't sway Elias. Thrown out of the Frost mansion, she found herself back in the Lark basement, a place where the previous abuse resumed, this time with more intensity.
Meanwhile, Clara and Luna, blinded by avarice and Luna's growing infatuation with Elias, saw her lingering connection to him as a threat to Luna's potential marriage into the Frost family. Confined to the basement, cut off from the world, she could only glean the fate of her child through the taunts of her family. Luna, transformed into a sadistic tormentor and took pleasure in inflicting physical and emotional pain.
The final episode of assault last night was brutal. Luna, had her held down while a snapped belt lashed across her back and her legs. A copy of the divorce letter was shown to her for her signature but she refused. Luna, in a jealous rage, wrapped her arm around her neck, squeezing the life out of her. It wasn't the depression that claimed her life, it was strangulation.
But here she was, a day later, alive by some twist of fate, resurrected with the memories of a past life. This wasn't just a second chance; it was a chance to rewrite her story, and, reclaim her child.
She was no longer the weak cannon-folder Seraphina Frost.