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Chapter Three Hundred and Forty-Eight
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No Way to Win Me Back Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty
Celeste’s POVRyan had insisted we spend the evening doing something “normal,” which in our case meant takeout, a blanket fort in the living room, and a movie Molly had already watched twice this week.I didn’t have the heart to deny her a third viewing. After everything, the quiet mattered. The softness mattered.And being close to Ryan, close without the fear, felt like breathing without realising I’d been holding my lungs still for months.Molly sat between us at first, her tiny hands buried in a bowl of popcorn far too big for her lap.But ten minutes into the movie, she abandoned her bowl entirely and climbed straight into Ryan’s lap, curling against him like she’d always belonged there.I felt something warm, low in my chest, watching him tuck the blanket around her.He glanced at me once, almost shyly, and smiled.At some point I didn’t even notice our hands finding each other. It happened naturally, the way all the best things between us did, quietly, without announcement.My f
No Way to Win Me Back Chapter Three Hundred and Forty-Nine
Celeste’s POVBy Monday morning, my phone wouldn’t stop buzzing with emails, follow-ups, updates from Evelyn.She had moved fast. Faster than I expected.A reminder pinged on my screen: Preliminary Protective File – Reviewed.I sat at my desk in Rosemary, hands wrapped around a mug of chamomile that had long since gone cold, and opened the document.Evelyn had written it in her usual calm, brilliant way, clean language, airtight clauses, contingency plans tucked inside contingency plans.“Given your connection to Molly, your business, and your ongoing work with the International Jewelry Association, we need to prepare for every avenue of interference.”Her email continued:“I’ve drafted a temporary legal buffer. It won’t stop Maximilian if he decides to use brute force through influence or reputation, but it WILL slow him down and create documentation if he tries to retaliate.”Documentation. On a man like Maximilian Edwards.It was terrifying, yet strangely empowering.I exhaled and l
No Way to Win Me Back Chapter Three Hundred and Forty-Eight
Celeste’s POVI took two days off.Two whole days where I didn’t step foot in Rosemary, didn’t look at my sketchbook, didn’t pretend everything was fine.My mother kept Molly busy, filling the house with drawing papers and Barbie shoes and giggles that felt like sunlight through fog.And I… unraveled.Quietly. Alone. In the slow, aching way exhaustion makes a home beneath your ribs.The entire ordeal with Maximilian had drained me. The confrontation that followed, Ryan’s heartbreak, his fury, the way he crumbled in my arms, had hollowed me out completely.By the third morning, I woke up with a strange kind of clarity humming through me.Like the emotional fallout had burned away all the excuses I’d used to keep myself at a safe distance.Fear was still there, but it wasn’t steering anymore.I showered, dressed, and drove to Rosemary with the same nervousness I used to feel before big presentations, except this time the stakes were my heart.When I walked inside, I could already tell Ry
No Way to Win Me Back Chapter Three Hundred and Forty-Seven
Ryan’s POVI don’t remember the drive back to Rosemary.One moment I was standing in my father’s office, the air still vibrating with the force of the threats we threw at each other.The next, I was in the parking garage beneath Rosemary, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles burned.The adrenaline that had carried me through the confrontation drained all at once, leaving something hollow and shaking in its place.I’d done it. I’d crossed a line I couldn’t uncross. I shattered the last brittle thread holding me and Maximilian together.For her.I stepped out of the car, legs unsteady. The quiet of the empty building pressed against me, echoing back everything I’d just lost.When I walked upstairs, the hallway lights were dimmed. Most of the staff had gone home. Rosemary felt like it was exhaling, settling into the quiet of night.But Celeste was still here.Her light was still on.I stopped at the door, not ready, not steady, but I opened it anyway.She looked up from her
No Way to Win Me Back Chapter Three Hundred and Forty-Six
Ryan’s POVI didn’t remember getting into the car.I didn’t remember driving from Rosemary to Crown Luxe.All I remembered was Celeste’s voice, small and shaking, telling me my father had threatened her.The image of her eyes when she admitted it. The way she apologized as if she had done something wrong.By the time I strode into the lobby of Crown Luxe Headquarters, I was running on pure adrenaline.The staff stepped back as I passed, whispering, eyes wide. I didn’t slow down. I didn’t acknowledge a single bow, greeting, or nervous “Mr. Edwards—sir—”I hit the top-floor elevator button with enough force to shake the panel.Every second felt like I was breathing through fire.My father had threatened Celeste.I pressed my palms against my eyes, forcing myself to breathe.I’d always known he was capable of manipulation, subtle pressure, veiled commands, corporate coercion. But this?Threatening her career? Using information Vanessa should’ve never even had access to? Trying to separate
No Way to Win Me Back Chapter Three Hundred and Forty-Five
Celeste’s POVI sensed him before I saw or heard him.That warm, familiar heat at my back, the faint spice of his cologne threading through the air, Ryan had always moved quietly, but today there was intent in his steps.I closed the ledger in front of me and forced my expression into something neutral, something businesslike.It was nearly eight. Rosemary had emptied out hours ago. Rachel had left, the lights in the workshop were off, and only the soft hum of the security system filled the silence.But the moment I heard the door to my office click shut, I knew.He wasn’t here to talk about work.“Celeste.”Just my name. But it felt like a blade pressed flat against my spine.I turned. Slowly. “You’re still here.” My voice sounded light, almost breezy. It disgusted me.Ryan didn’t step closer, but he didn’t look away either. His jade-green eyes were darker than usual, storm-heavy, almost feverish. His hands were clenched at his sides as if he were barely holding himself together.“Why
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