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Chapter Twelve
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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
No Way to Win Me Back Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty-One
Celeste’s POVDamien called on a Tuesday afternoon, his voice careful in that way people get when they’re bracing for impact.“Bonnie’s therapist thinks it might help,” he said. “Some one-on-one time. Just you and her.”I didn’t answer right away. I was standing by the studio window, watching the late light hit the display cases across the street, turning everything briefly gold. My first instinct was panic, too much, too soon, what if I did it wrong again, but beneath that was something quieter. Hope, maybe. Or the memory of hope.“Okay,” I said finally. “If Bonnie wants to.”“She does,” Damien replied. “She didn’t hesitate.”That scared me more than if she had.Molly was with Vivian for the week, which made the apartment feel too big and too quiet. I cleaned twice before Bonnie arrived, straightened things that didn’t need straightening, then forced myself to stop. Overcompensating was how I scared children away. I had learned that the hard way.Bonnie arrived with a small backpack a
No Way to Win Me Back Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty
Celeste’s POVThe next morning, I drove to my mother’s house with Molly humming softly in the back seat, her legs swinging as she watched the city slide past the window. There was something grounding about the routine of it, packing snacks, reminding her to buckle her seatbelt, listening to her narrate clouds like they were characters in a story only she could see.After the night with Ryan, after all the words we hadn’t had time to finish saying, I felt… steadier. Not healed. Not resolved. But less like I was actively coming apart.Ryan had left too soon. Work, obligations, the invisible leash his father still held tight around his wrist. We’d stood in the doorway of my office like two people afraid to say goodbye too honestly. He’d kissed my forehead, promised we’d talk properly soon. I believed him. Or maybe I needed to.Claire opened the door before I even knocked, her smile warm and immediate.“There’s my favorite people,” she said, crouching to Molly’s height. “And my second fav
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