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Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Six
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Celeste’s POVI went to the Imperial Aurium Group on a Tuesday afternoon with exhaustion clinging to me like a second skin. The building was all glass, steel, and quiet power, Damien’s territory now, reclaimed and polished. I hadn’t been here since before everything fell apart, and even then, I’d walked these halls as his wife, not as a guest asking for grace.Miss Wilson recognized me immediately. Her posture, usually as stiff as a starched collar, softened just a fraction.“He’s in a meeting,” she said. “But I’ll let him know you’re here.”“Please,” I said, my voice sounding thinner than I liked. “I can wait.”I sat in one of the leather chairs outside Damien’s office, my hands folded tightly in my lap. My mind kept replaying the image of Bonnie’s birthday cake I’d seen on social media, pink frosting, gold lettering, seven candles standing straight and proud.I hadn’t been there.I’d been in a sterile hospital room watching Molly’s chest rise and fall, counting the seconds between br
No Way to Win Me Back Chapter Five Hundred and Fourteen
Vivian’s POVI had never taken emergency leave before.The words themselves felt foreign when I said them to my assistant at Aurora, like a costume I hadn’t earned the right to wear.For years, I had trained myself to believe that there were no true emergencies unless a deal collapsed or a client walked. Everything else could be postponed, delegated, or swallowed.But Molly had come home from the hospital pale and quieter than I remembered, her small foot wrapped in white gauze like a reminder I couldn’t ignore anymore. So I sent the email. One week. No meetings. No closings. No calls unless the building was on fire.When I put my phone down, my hands shook.Celeste and I sat at her kitchen table that evening with a notebook between us, the air careful but no longer sharp.The first time we had done this, it had felt like a negotiation between rivals. This time, it felt like two women trying not to break something fragile between them.“School days with me,” Celeste said, tapping her p
No Way to Win Me Back Chapter Five Hundred and Thirteen
Ryan’s POVI had learned, over the past few weeks, that Crown Luxe did not ask, it summoned.The meeting was scheduled for nine sharp, labeled vaguely as Strategic Alignment: Q4 Global Expansion. That alone should have warned me. Maximilian never hid power plays behind creativity. He hid them behind bureaucracy.The boardroom was already half full when I walked in. Polished walnut table, leather chairs that looked too comfortable for the kind of conversations that happened in them, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city like it was something we owned rather than inhabited. Heads turned when I entered. Not curious. Assessing.The heir.That word clung to me now, whether I wanted it to or not.Maximilian sat at the head of the table, immaculate as always, silver hair perfectly combed, expression unreadable. Mr. Davis stood a little to his right, tablet tucked under his arm, eyes flicking to me for a fraction of a second longer than necessary. Encouragement. Or warning. Possibly bo
No Way to Win Me Back Chapter Five Hundred and Twelve
Damien’s POVI had told myself not to watch the door.It was ridiculous, really. This party was for Bonnie, seven years old, balloons tied to every conceivable surface, pastel-colored macarons stacked like jewels, a cake she’d personally approved down to the exact shade of pink frosting.I had invited half the industry and every child in her class. I had done everything right this time. Or at least, I was trying to.And yet my eyes kept drifting to the entrance of the garden venue, betraying me every time someone new stepped in.Bonnie stood near the gift table, hands folded in front of her dress, posture a little too straight for a child her age. She’d chosen the dress herself, lavender tulle, simple but elegant. Vanessa would have pushed sequins. Bonnie had refused them.Progress, the therapist had called it.“She’s learning to regulate,” Dr. Linton had said after their third session. “She’s learning that not every feeling needs to explode outward.”I’d nodded like a good father, lik
No Way to Win Me Back Chapter Five Hundred and Eleven
Celeste’s POVI brought Molly home three days later, and my hands were shaking the entire drive, even though she was stable now, even though the doctors had smiled and said words like responding well and no lasting damage.Vivian sat in the passenger seat, quiet, her hands folded so tightly in her lap her knuckles had gone white. Molly was in the back, smaller somehow, wrapped in a blanket that smelled like hospital detergent and antiseptic, her curls flattened against her forehead. She looked tired, but when we pulled up in front of my apartment building, her head lifted.“Home?” she asked softly.The word hit me straight in the chest.“Yes,” I said, my voice catching before I could stop it. “Home.”The elevator ride felt endless. I kept glancing at her reflection in the mirror panels, half-expecting her to disappear again, to be taken somewhere else by circumstance or paperwork or adult mistakes.When the doors finally opened and I unlocked my front door, the familiar creak sounded a
No Way to Win Me Back Chapter Five Hundred and Ten
Celeste’s POVThe hospital room had settled into a fragile quiet by the time the sun began to soften through the blinds.Machines hummed, monitors blinked, and Molly slept at last, really slept, her small chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm that felt like permission to breathe again.I sat on the edge of the chair beside her bed, careful not to disturb the IV line taped to her arm. Her lashes rested dark against her cheeks, her hair damp with sweat but no longer burning hot to the touch.Antibiotics dripped slowly into her vein, a quiet promise undoing the damage hour by hour. The doctor’s words, almost septic shock, still rang too loudly in my head. Too close. Too terrifying.Vivian stood near the window, arms wrapped around herself as if she were holding something together that might otherwise fall apart. She looked smaller than I’d ever seen her. No sharp posture. No defensiveness. Just a woman who had come frighteningly close to losing her child.“I was so sure I was right,
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