I CAME BACK FOR BLOOD

I CAME BACK FOR BLOOD

Felicity Morgan

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Sign the papers and disappear. You were never one of us." Those were the last words Seraphina Cole heard before the Ashford dynasty erased her existence. They took her marriage. They stole her unborn child with lies and cruelty. They branded her unstable, unworthy, disposable, then dumped her into the shadows with nothing but grief and shame. The Ashfords thought she broke. They never bothered to check if she survived. Three years later, Seraphina returns under a new name Rina Vale, silent partner of the Vale Consortium, a trillion-naira global empire that controls shipping lanes, tech patents, and political favors. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. This time, she isn't asking for love. She's collecting debts. Her ex-husband wants forgiveness when he realizes who she is? She'll bankrupt his legacy. Her former mother-in-law prays for mercy? Rina will expose the secrets buried beneath her charity foundations. The family that murdered her child with negligence and lies? She'll tear them apart boardroom by boardroom. And standing beside her is Lucien Drake, a dangerous, brilliant billionaire with his own vendetta against the elite. He doesn't want to save her. He wants to help her burn them all. She didn't come back to heal. She came back to conquer.

Chapter 1 The Wife they Despised

Seraphina's POV

"She's temporary."

That was the word that stopped me mid-step.

Temporary.

It floated through the half-open door of the sitting room, light and careless, like it didn't have the power to break a person in two. Like it wasn't aimed straight at me.

I stood there, frozen, my fingers wrapped tightly around the porcelain teacup I had been carrying. The tea inside trembled, tiny ripples forming on the surface as my hands shook. The Ashford mansion was quiet, too quiet, the kind of silence that always made me feel like I was intruding even though I was supposed to live here.

Temporary.

I pressed my back to the wall, my heart pounding so loudly I was afraid it might give me away. I told myself I must have misunderstood. Maybe she was talking about a business deal. Maybe she was talking about staff.

But deep down, I knew better.

My mother-in-law's voice came again, smooth, controlled, sharp around the edges. Margaret Ashford always spoke like that-every word polished, every tone measured, like she was permanently addressing a boardroom instead of people.

"She was never meant to last," Margaret said calmly. "We all knew that from the beginning."

Another voice answered her, softer, uneasy. Vivian Ashford, Julian's aunt. She always smelled of lavender and guilt, always smiled at me like she wanted to say something kind but never quite dared.

"Margaret," Vivian said, lowering her voice, "she's still Julian's wife."

I swallowed hard.

"And she's pregnant," Vivian added.

My free hand moved to my stomach without thinking. Flat. Quiet. Still ours. My baby. Julian's baby. The secret that lived inside me, growing slowly, patiently, like hope I was afraid to speak out loud.

Margaret laughed softly.

"For now," she said. "Pregnancy doesn't make her permanent. Blood does. Status does."

I felt my chest tighten.

"She comes from nothing," Margaret continued, her tone almost bored. "No name. No connections. No strength. She was useful when Julian needed a clean image. A soft wife. Someone who wouldn't question him."

My throat burned.

"But she doesn't belong here," Margaret finished. "She's temporary."

The word hit harder the second time.

I took a small step back, my heel brushing against the carpet.

Vivian sighed. "Julian married her. He chose her."

"Julian chooses what benefits him," Margaret snapped. "And when this stops benefiting him, she will go. Like all mistakes."

My fingers tightened around the teacup until the heat burned my skin.

I couldn't stand there anymore.

I pushed the door open.

Both women turned to look at me.

Margaret's eyes were sharp, assessing, the way they always were when she looked at me-like she was measuring my worth and coming up disappointed. She sat perfectly straight on the cream sofa, pearls resting at her throat, her silver hair pulled back neatly. Everything about her screamed control.

Vivian's eyes widened. She looked embarrassed. Guilty.

"I-" My voice came out smaller than I wanted it to. "I brought your tea."

Margaret's gaze flicked to the cup, then back to my face.

"I didn't ask for tea," she said coldly.

"I thought you might want some," I replied, forcing my feet to move forward. I placed the cup gently on the glass table between us. "You usually have tea around this time."

Margaret raised an eyebrow. "You think too much."

Vivian stood quickly. "I'll-um-I'll leave you two," she said, already heading for the door. "Julian should be home later."

She didn't look back at me as she left.

The door closed.

The silence that followed was thick and heavy.

Margaret leaned back against the sofa, crossing her legs slowly. "You heard us."

It wasn't a question.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop," I said quickly. "I was just walking by."

Margaret waved a dismissive hand. "There's no point pretending. You heard exactly what I said."

My stomach twisted, though I couldn't tell if it was from nerves or something else.

"With all due respect," I said, gathering what little courage I had, "I am Julian's wife."

Margaret smiled, thin and humorless. "For now."

The word again.

"I love your son," I said, my voice shaking despite my effort to stay calm. "And I'm carrying his child."

Margaret tilted her head, studying me like an object. "Are you?"

"Yes," I said firmly. "I am."

She sighed. "Love doesn't secure a place in this family, Seraphina. Strength does. And heirs?" Her eyes dropped briefly to my stomach. "Heirs can be replaced."

My breath caught.

"That's cruel," I whispered.

Margaret shrugged. "Cruelty keeps empires standing."

I felt small standing there. Smaller than I had ever felt before.

"I should go," I said.

"Yes," she agreed. "You should."

I turned and left before she could say anything else.

The hallway felt longer than usual as I walked away, past expensive paintings and cold marble floors. Faces of Ashford ancestors stared down at me from gilded frames, all power and pride. None of them looked like me. None of them ever would.

Temporary.

The word followed me up the stairs.

My phone buzzed in my hand.

Julian.

My heart lifted despite everything.

"Hi," I said softly.

"I'm running late," Julian said. His voice sounded distant, distracted. "Meetings."

"That's okay," I replied. "I understand."

"You sound tired."

"I'm fine," I lied. "Just a little dizzy."

"Make sure you eat," he said. "I'll be home later."

"Okay."

The call ended.

I stared at my phone for a long moment before slipping it back into my pocket.

I went into our bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. The room was spotless, untouched, like a hotel suite instead of a home. I rested both hands on my stomach.

"It's okay," I whispered. "I'm here."

A dull ache formed low in my abdomen.

I shifted slightly. "It's probably nothing," I murmured to myself.

The ache sharpened.

I stood up, gripping the bedpost as dizziness washed over me. My vision blurred. Sweat broke out across my skin.

"No," I whispered. "Please."

The pain came fast and sudden, cutting through me.

I tried to take a step.

My knees gave out.

I collapse in pain.

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I CAME BACK FOR BLOOD
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Chapter 1 The Wife they Despised

26/12/2025

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Chapter 2 Denied

26/12/2025

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Chapter 3 The Empty Crib

26/12/2025

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Chapter 4 Accused

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Chapter 5 Disposable

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Chapter 6 Ruined

26/12/2025

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Chapter 7 Left To Die

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Chapter 8 The Truth in her Blood

28/12/2025

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Chapter 9 Funeral without a Body

28/12/2025

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Chapter 10 Burial

28/12/2025

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Chapter 11 Learning to be Cold

28/12/2025

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Chapter 12 The Man Who Watches Fires

06/01/2026

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Chapter 13 Alliance of Wolves

06/01/2026

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Chapter 14 Training the Monster

07/01/2026

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Chapter 15 The First Blood

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Chapter 16 Recognition

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Chapter 17 Ghosts Don't Bleed

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Chapter 18 The Offer

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Chapter 19 Sleeping With The Enemy

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Chapter 20 Warning Shot

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Chapter 21 Blood on Marble

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Chapter 22 Secrets in Medical Files

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Chapter 23 The Lie Julian Lived With

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Chapter 24 No Mercy

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Chapter 25 The Cost of Love

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Chapter 26 The Mother's Sin

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Chapter 27 Kidnapped

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Chapter 28 Choice

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Chapter 29 The Wrong Victim

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Chapter 30 The Planned Death

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Chapter 31 Investor's Summit

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Chapter 32 Evidence

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Chapter 33 Begging

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Chapter 34 The Mother's End

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Chapter 35 Sacrifice

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Chapter 36 Silence

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Chapter 37 Apology

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Chapter 38 Crowned

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Chapter 39 Choice

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Chapter 40 Queen of Ashes

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