All Chapters of I Came Back To Make my Ex-Husband Pay: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Two days later, the stranger returned. By then, Angelica had begun to understand that her recovery would take longer than they had initially made it seem. The doctors had explained the treatment plan in more detail, and Angelica already thought that no matter what they did, it would not erase how deeply the fire had burned her or how it had marred her soul. Even after the initial wounds healed, reconstructive surgery would take months, possibly longer. Her appearance might change gradually as the doctors worked to repair the damage, and there would be no guarantee that everything could be restored. Angelica had listened without asking many questions. Her face mattered less to her than the people she had lost. Still, she couldn’t deny the truth that had waited for her outside the hospital. She had no home to return to; she didn’t have any family waiting for her. The world thought she was dead. How does a dead person attempt to live again? When the stranger entered her room tha

Eleven months after the fire, Angelica's new face was almost finished. Her cheekbone was sharper now, her jaw was reset, and the left side had been rebuilt to match the right as closely as it could. She found herself staring at mirrors trying to find traces of her old face. She never did. Her eyes were the only thing that had stayed the same. No matter how carefully she practiced her new smile, her voice, her new name, those eyes still looked like Angelica Vale’s. It made her feel like an impostor. "Your first appearance as Seraphina Voss is on Tuesday," the stranger said, dropping a card on the table. "One o'clock. It’s at restaurant the Vosses use, with a private room." She took the card, turning it over in her hand. "Who's the lunch with?" "Gideon Hart. He's an old friend of Jude's and the executor of the Voss family trust. Nothing passes to Seraphina Voss without his signature. He believes the official story: the Vosses' daughter, raised abroad and kept out of the public

Seraphina’s car rolled into the underground garage of Voss Holdings, and she did not move. The engine cut off. Her driver waited, politely pretending not to notice. His words from earlier played in her mind. “Have we met before?” They were only four words, but she had replayed them over and over. The unsaved number had texted again somewhere between the lobby and the car. She hadn’t opened it. She already knew what it said. Her hands were steady. She checked, which annoyed her. They had been steady for years, and she shouldn’t have to check. Rule Two could wait, she had told herself back in that boardroom. Rule Two was to take the deal he had spent years chasing and make him beg for it. But Cassian Devereaux had looked at her one second too long, and a curious man was a dangerous one. The best cure for a man wondering about her face was a man too busy losing something to wonder at all. Bellamy would do nicely. So Rule Two couldn’t wait after all. “Ma’am?” her driver said gent

Bellamy’s chairman was already sweating when Seraphina arrived, not literally, but in the nervous little movements of a man who’d spent weeks watching his company continually bleed money and had finally understood how desperate he was. In the papers, he was full-bellied and laughing beside politicians. In front of her, he looked thin and hungry, exactly like a man who needed her and her money. Her board had approved the offer at four the previous afternoon, grudgingly and by two votes. Josiah Moxfield had abstained. “Mr. Bellamy.” “Ms. Voss.” His grip was damp. She resisted the urge to wipe her palm on her skirt. There was no point making him more uncomfortable than he already was. “Please, sit.” She did. Two of his directors took their seats beside him. “We’re very pleased you could meet with us.” ““Your office has called multiple times, Mr. Bellamy. I assumed that meant you were eager.” He swallowed. “We are. Very.” “hen neither of us needs to waste time.” She opened the

By the time Cassian returned to Devereaux Holdings, he had less than twelve hours to decide. He’d spent most of the evening at Voss Holdings waiting for her to come down. She hadn’t. That annoyed him more than it should have. He dropped the Bellamy file on his desk. “Three hundred and fifty million,” his CFO said, following him in. “That’s what Voss Holdings is paying.” “I know.” “We could still increase our offer.” “To what?” “Three sixty. Maybe three seventy.” “No.” “Then we’ve lost Bellamy.” “We already lost it.” His CFO went quiet. Cassian looked out at the city, but his mind was still at Voss Holdings. She’d known he was waiting. She’d made him wait anyway. He should have been thinking about Bellamy. The company had mattered to Devereaux Holdings for months, and losing it would force a rethink of their expansion plans. Instead he kept thinking about her. “Send me everything we have on Seraphina Voss.” His CFO blinked. “The CEO?” “Yes.” “We already