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Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Two
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Damien’s POVI was still seething by the time I carried Bonnie through the front door. She wouldn’t look at me, just kept wiping her nose on her sleeve, hiccupping from how hard she’d cried on the drive home.For once, I didn’t soften. I didn’t pat her head. I didn’t tell her it was okay.Because it wasn’t.She’d humiliated me. She’d humiliated herself. And worse, she’d humiliated Celeste. And Molly.I set her down on the living room rug, keeping my voice flat. “Sit.”She did, shoulders shaking. Her backpack slipped off her tiny shoulder and thudded to the ground.I didn’t pick it up for her.“You think you can talk to people like that?” I said, pacing in front of her. “Call someone a street kid? You think you can bully someone who’s never done anything to you?”Bonnie’s lip trembled. “She—she made Nora sit with her—”“Stop.” I pointed at her. “Don’t lie to me. I heard everything. Ms. Sarah told me. And Celeste told me. And Nora and Tilly told me. You’re being cruel. And I didn’t raise
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Celeste’s POVI was reviewing the Beaumont projections when my phone vibrated on the desk with an unknown number, local, the school’s area code.My stomach tightened. Calls from school were never good.“Hello?”“Ms. Sinclair? This is Sarah Malik, the primary coordinator. We need you to come in, there’s been… an incident involving Molly.”I was already standing. “Is she hurt?”“No. She’s safe. But we do need you here.”Safe, but not okay. I grabbed my coat and headed straight for the elevator.The entire drive, my mind kept circling. Molly rarely got into trouble. She was soft-spoken, gentle, almost painfully mature. If something happened… it wasn’t instigated by her.When I reached the school, I saw Damien’s car already parked haphazardly in the visitor’s slot, crooked as always. Great. So Bonnie was involved.Inside the hallway, Damien was pacing, arms crossed, irritation radiating off him in those quick, shallow breaths. He barely acknowledged me.“Finally,” he muttered. “They said w
No Way to Win Me Back Chapter Three Hundred and Sixty-Two
Vanessa’s POVWhen I got home that evening, the city lights were dripping gold against the glass walls, like the world was trying to soothe me.It didn’t work. Nothing could cut through the irritation buzzing beneath my skin, not even the scent of my own expensive candles filling the living room.I kicked off my heels and loosened my hair, pacing across the marble floor.Everything today had gone wrong, Maximilian’s meek excuses, Celeste’s nauseating victory, the irritating helplessness that clung to me like static.If I didn’t do something soon, the power I’d spent years consolidating would start to slip through my fingers.But there were other levers to pull. Other pawns on the board.And one of them had been texting me all day.Damien.The once-mighty CEO now clinging desperately to relevance, to the illusion of power.The man who used to swagger through ballrooms now walked like he was carrying invisible chains.He wanted to “rise again.” He wanted “respect back.” He wanted his mot
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Vanessa’s POVI stomped down the carpeted hallway of Crown Luxe’s executive floor so hard my heels clicked like they were firing bullets.The assistants scattered before me, not because they feared me, but because they knew better than to get in my way when I was like this.And right now, I was furious. So furious I could feel my pulse in my teeth.Beaumont International.Rosemary Atelier.A signed collaboration.A gala. A capsule line. International press. Exclusivity.I had read the announcement twice, three times, my eyes drying out, my throat tightening with something hot and bitter and ugly.It wasn’t possible. It shouldn’t have been possible. Celeste Sinclair, with her “classic elegance” and her “emotional storytelling craftsmanship,” beating Crown Luxe to a deal with one of the most influential luxury conglomerates in Europe?No.No, it was unacceptable. It was infuriating. It was-It was a slap in my face.By the time I reached Maximilian’s office, I didn’t bother knocking. I p
No Way to Win Me Back Chapter Three Hundred and Sixty
Molly’s POVI didn't like school anymore.It used to be easy. People used to listen when I talked.They used to look at me like I was special. Vanessa always said I was special. Well, she used to. Before Atlas came and took all her attention like a greedy little monster with his tiny hands and his stupid baby noises.Now when I tried to talk to her, she just said, “Not now, Bonnie, I’m feeding your brother,” or “Go play by yourself, Bonnie, I’m busy,” or “Don’t be clingy, Bonnie, you’re a big girl now.”But she didn't say that to Atlas. She never said he should take care of himself. She never said he was too big to need her.And Daddy was tired all the time and angry, so when I tried to talk, he just sighed and rubbed his forehead and said, “Later, sweetheart.”But “later” never came. So I thought… maybe if people at school treated me like I was important, it wouldn't matter what happened at home. But now… everything was wrong. It started at recess when I told Nora and Tilly that Molly
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Molly’s POVI liked mornings the best.Because in the morning, Aunt Celeste always hugged me before school. She smelled like vanilla and the shiny polish she used on jewelry, and when she squeezed me, it felt like my heart got warmer, like a little candle lighting up.And Uncle Ry-ry carried my backpack even though I told him I could do it.He always said, “You’re strong, Mol, but let me take care of you too.”Nobody ever said that to me before them.Not Mama Vivian. Not Papa Steven.They always said, “Not now, Molly, we’re busy.”I used to think maybe I was too much… or too loud… or too little for them to love properly.But Aunt Celeste and Uncle Ry-ry made me feel like I was just enough.So when Bonnie stood in front of me in the school hallway that morning, arms crossed, chin high, and said loudly:“You’re just a street kid nobody wanted,”…I didn't feel small.My chest still hurt a little, but I didn't crumble the way she wanted me to.I held my lunchbox tighter. The one Aunt Celes
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