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No Way to Win Me Back Chapter 537
Celeste’s POVRyan came late enough that the city had already quieted into something softer, the kind of hush that only existed past midnight.By the time I heard the knock, Molly had been asleep for hours, curled on her side with one arm flung protectively around the stuffed rabbit Steven had brought her from Belgium.Grace had gone to bed too, exhausted in the way only emotional labor could exhaust you, leaving the apartment dim and still.When I opened the door and saw Ryan standing there, coat half-unbuttoned, hair slightly undone like he’d run his hands through it too many times, something in my chest loosened and tightened all at once.“I’m sorry I’m late,” he said quietly, like he didn’t want to wake the walls.“I know,” I replied, stepping aside to let him in.He paused just inside the doorway, eyes flicking instinctively down the hallway toward Molly’s room. “Is she—?”“Asleep,” I said. “She had a big day.”His jaw clenched, disappointment flashing so openly it hurt to look at
No Way to Win Me Back Chapter 536
Celeste’s POVEven though life hadn’t settled into anything I could call stable, that didn’t mean it had to stop. It didn’t mean birthdays waited patiently for court cases, boardroom wars, or fractured families to resolve themselves.Children didn’t pause their growing for adult chaos. And Molly was turning seven.That alone felt like reason enough to celebrate.Vivian and I planned it together, sitting across from each other at her kitchen table with calendars, color swatches, and Molly’s very strong opinions guiding us.Purple, not pink. Butterflies, not unicorns. Chocolate cake, no fruit anywhere near it. Vivian took notes like it was a board meeting, nodding solemnly while Molly stood on a chair and demonstrated how the balloons should be arranged “so they look like they’re flying.”The party was held at Vivian and Steven’s place, a warm, spacious home that still smelled faintly of fresh paint and lavender candles.Steven had flown in from Belgium just for the birthday, and when Mo
No Way to Win Me Back Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty-Five
Damien’s POVI was in my office, papers scattered in front of me, when the door clicked open and two men walked in.I recognized them immediately, though the sight made a strange part of my chest tighten. Leander and Laurent Voss. Brothers, businessmen, untouchable in their own spheres.Founder of Avalon Club and Aurelius Ventures. Men who had power, connections, and no patience for what they deemed interference.“Mr. Kent,” Leander began, voice smooth, polished, his eyes scanning the room like they already owned it. “We need to discuss Atlas.”My stomach sank. I’d anticipated that Vanessa’s actions might drag me into something messy after her trial, but I hadn’t expected this.“Atlas?” I asked cautiously, sitting back in my chair.“Yes,” Laurent said, blunt and businesslike. “You’re currently in possession of him. That ends now.”I blinked. “Excuse me?”Leander’s expression didn’t change. “Andre Cox. He is the child’s biological father. You are to transfer custody to him.”I could fee
No Way to Win Me Back Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty-Four
Celeste’s POVBy the time I arrived at Ryan’s penthouse, my body felt like it had been wrung dry and left out in the sun.The city glowed below, all glass and gold and indifference, but inside his apartment everything was muted, soft lighting, the low hum of the city filtered through reinforced windows, the scent of cedar and something warm I couldn’t quite name.Ryan opened the door before I could knock properly, like he’d been standing there waiting, counting my footsteps.“You look exhausted,” he said softly.“I am,” I replied, stepping inside and letting the door shut behind me. The sound felt final in a good way, like a seal.He didn’t ask questions right away. That was one of the things I loved about him, he knew when words would bruise instead of heal.He took my coat, guided me toward the couch, pressed a glass of water into my hands like he’d rehearsed the movement a thousand times.For a while, we just existed. I curled into the corner of the sofa, my legs tucked beneath me,
No Way to Win Me Back Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty-Three
Celeste’s POVI knew the silence had been wrong.It had settled too neatly after Amelia Grant’s last visit, no follow-up calls, no legal letters slipped under Rosemary Atelier’s door, no anonymous pressure disguised as politeness. Silence like that never meant retreat. It meant repositioning.So when Jenny appeared at my office doorway that morning, her knuckles pale where they gripped the frame, I already felt my spine stiffen.“She’s here,” Jenny said quietly. “Amelia Grant. She asked for you. Alone.”Of course she did.I told Jenny to bring coffee to the conference room and asked Grace to sit in on my next meeting, just in case. Grace didn’t ask questions. She never did when my voice went that flat.Amelia was standing when I walked in, her back to the windows, the city spilling itself out behind her like a threat she didn’t need to name. She looked impeccable, ivory suit, soft pearls, the kind of restrained elegance that screamed money without ever raising its voice.“Celeste,” she
No Way to Win Me Back Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty-Two
Ryan’s POVThe first time I heard the word re-election spoken out loud in reference to the International Jewelry Association, I was holding a cup of coffee that went cold in my hand.It wasn’t whispered. It wasn’t dressed up as speculation. It was said plainly, in a glass-walled conference room three floors above Crown Luxe’s flagship showroom, by a man who had survived this industry longer than my father had ruled it.“Maximilian’s position is being questioned,” Chairman Liu says, folding his hands neatly on the table. “Openly.”I kept my face neutral. Years of practice. Years of learning how not to react when my father’s name was used like a loaded weapon.“That’s… unprecedented,” I say.Liu nods. “That’s why I asked to see you.”Chairman Liu was not an emotional man. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t posture. He wore power the way other men wore tailored suits, comfortably, without needing to prove it fit. As Chairman of Crown Luxe’s board, he had always been my father’s counterw
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