Seraphina Sinclair was chaos-wrapped in elegance. known as JJ a name that set the entertainment industry ablaze, a force of nature untamed, and a legend born before her prime. At just twenty, she had conquered the world of music, set the runway on fire, and left audiences breathless in action-packed blockbusters. She wasn't just a star; she was an entire galaxy, unpredictable and dazzling.
Fans called her a phenomenon. Critics called her a menace. The industry called her a masterpiece.
Yet, beneath the spotlight's glow, Seraphina was a woman who thrived on adrenaline, a free spirit whose whims dictated the course of her life. Concerts? Unannounced. Projects? Last-minute decisions. Press conferences? Only if she felt like it. The unpredictability was her charm, a game of cat and mouse that had her fans addicted, always waiting for her next move.
She wasn't just an artist. She was a wildfire.
Raised by legends, she carried the blood of warriors and rulers alike. Her cousin, Grace Sinclair, reigned over the entertainment and fashion industry with an iron grip, molding Sinclair Group Ltd. into an empire. Her grandfather, General Darcon Sinclair, was a war hero—a name etched into history for his unparalleled service in the military. And her father, Carter Sinclair, was a decorated special forces officer, a soldier whose legacy still inspired generations. Her mother, Victoria Fernandez Sinclair, had once been the queen of cinema, a timeless legend even after her death.
But Seraphina had lost them too soon.
At eleven, a tragic accident had taken her parents. An incident shrouded in mystery, a case that remained unsolved. One moment, they were a family on vacation. The next, they were gone, and she was missing—vanished without a trace. It was a year before she was found, washed up on the shore, silent and changed. The girl who returned was not the same as the one who had left.
No one spoke of it. Not her grandfather, not Grace. The pain was a ghost that loomed over them, unspoken yet ever-present.
And Seraphina? She buried it deep, locked it away in the farthest corners of her heart.
But no matter how much she ran, fate always found a way to reel her back in.
Her grandfather never let go of the dream her father had for her—to become a soldier. A true Sinclair, a warrior like the generations before her. But Seraphina despised the idea. Why should she risk her life for strangers? Why should she waste her existence following orders?
Yet, to get him off her back, she agreed to military school. What followed was four years of utter chaos.
The instructors called her a nightmare. The students called her the 'Little Devil.' She was insubordinate, rebellious, and the bane of every officer's existence. But she was also brilliant. No matter how much she slacked off, no one could touch her—top of her class, unmatched in combat, a strategist beyond her years. When she finally graduated, even the Dean cried tears of relief. The entire academy celebrated her departure as if an era of terror had ended.
Seraphina thought she was finally free.
She was wrong.
She woke up to the scent of damp earth, the rustling of leaves, and the distant chirping of birds.
A forest.
Her bed—yes, her actual bed—was in the middle of a goddamn forest.
Confused, she shot up, eyes darting around. No cameras, no people, nothing but endless trees. Before she could even curse, a buzzing sound filled the air. A drone hovered before her, and a voice—one she knew all too well—drifted through the speaker.
"No need to thank me, kid. I did all the hard work for you. Registered you for the test and even dropped you off. See how considerate I am? You didn't even have to walk to the exam area."
Her grandfather.
That old man had gone insane.
"Now, have fun! Don't get beaten up, don't embarrass me, and oh—don't tell anyone you're a Sinclair. It's for your own good. Alright then, I'm off for a delicious meal. Bye!"
The drone shut off.
Seraphina stared at it. Then, with a snarl, she kicked it out of the air, watching it crash into the dirt.
"YOU OLD MANNNNN! ARE YOU CRAZY?!"
Her screams echoed through the forest, sending birds flying into the sky.
And just like that, her life took another unexpected turn.
Because Seraphina Sinclair was not just a singer, an actress, or a model.
She was about to become a soldier.
Whether she wanted to or not.