Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Came Back To Make my Ex-Husband Pay: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Cassian stared at the memo that had been sitting on his desk for three days before he decided to finally give it his full attention.He knew why he hadn’t picked it up earlier. He didn’t want to seem too eager. He knew Seraphina had given him a cold dismissal and deliberately chose to ignore what had transpired between them.But this on his table? It was an excuse to see her again and wonder if she was going to try to act aloof to his face. He didn’t respond immediately because he didn’t want to seem giddy, but the truth was he had gotten a thrill out of the back and forth between him and Seraphina Voss. This was simply her next move in the rivalry between them.What was on his desk wasn’t a business document, even though it was formatted like one. On the surface, it was a formal request from Voss Holdings’ liaison team, signed by Seraphina herself, requesting a site visit to Devereaux’s primary automated sorting hub in New Jersey to review operational efficiency as part of her quarte

Seraphina had missed Brightwell House badly. Today it smelled like cut grass. Seraphina found Julian outside with a group of kids building an obstacle course out of hula hoops and someone's abandoned garden hose, and felt guilt creeping up on her for being away for a while."What you’re building can’t be safe," she said, by way of greeting."I'm making the kids happy. That’s all that matters." He straightened, and for half a second Seraphina thought she caught a wince but it was gone as quickly as it came"Come hold this end. Dara's convinced the hoops need to be exactly eleven inches apart."She held the end and was wondering if she should apologize for her absence when Dara appeared at her elbow with her arms crossed."You were gone forever Seraphina.” She said pouring "I'm so sorry Dara. I was super busy with work.""That's what Julian says too, but he still shows up," Dara said still not satisfied. "You missed the hamster's birthday. We had a party. There was a very small cake."

Seraphina’s knuckles still throbbed faintly from the night before. Beneath the subtle coat of concealer, the skin over her joints was still a bruised, faint pink shade from the night before. Zara, who was trailing behind her as she made her way to the mahogany desk in her office, didn’t say a word about it, if she noticed, to her credit.She was ready to launch her next attack against Devereaux Holdings. She still held her board observer seat at Devereaux Holdings, a position she knew his board wanted to strip from her, and she intended to leverage every shred of insight that seat provided. If they tried to revoke her observer rights, she had more than one lawyer on retainer she could call.“Walk me through it again,” Seraphina said, dropping into her leather chair. “Slowly this time. I want to know exactly how detached Voss Holdings is from this play before we make this move.”Zara set the tablet down on her desk. “We’re using a nominee director based in Zurich. Her sole function is

“What am I going to do about it?” Cassian repeated, testing the question. “That depends entirely on you, Miss Voss.”He caught a small smile playing on her lips, and he wanted nothing more than to know what the shiny gloss on her lips tasted like. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”“No? You really don’t?” He leaned back slightly, giving himself distance he immediately regretted, because from here he could still see the exact place where the candlelight caught along her collarbone, and distance did nothing at all to fix that. “You’re doing it on purpose. Your dress. The way you keep leaning in and then pretending you haven’t noticed what it does to me.”“I have no idea what you mean.”“You’re a terrible liar.” He reached for his wine, more to occupy his hands than because he wanted it. “I don’t care how much this reservation cost. I say fuck this dinner. Want to get out of here?”He knew he was being impulsive and that his poor disguise of wanting to meet her in the first pla

The ballroom of the Grand Hyatt was freezing. The general excuse for the icy temperature of the room was that it was meant to keep the countless executives gathered in heavy suits and silk evening gowns from sweating before the main agenda of the night.Seraphina thought it was bullshit, there really was no need to be freezing in an attempt to create a chill atmosphere. However, it was a big night, she could endure frostbite if she got what she wanted. She adjusted the heavy silver cuff at her wrist, the cold metal pressing against her skin making the cold she felt worse.She didn’t know why she chose silver jewelry. At the time she thought silver was a great choice, it looked flattering against her skin and made her appear more confident than she felt most times.She had chosen her tonight’s outfit that morning with a specific image in mind: the photograph that would run tomorrow, her name under the headline, and another addition to her successes. If she won tonight, any accusations