All Chapters of No Way to Win Me Back: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Third-Person POVCeleste dragged herself up the steps to her studio, completely drained. It had taken every ounce of her self-control to walk away from Vanessa and Damien without causing a scene. She unslung her handbag from her shoulder and wandered to Grace’s office.“Knock knock?” She said, leaning through the door with a weary smile.Her business partner looked up from her computer screen. “Any luck with Julie’s butler?”Celeste sighed as she came in, shrugging off her coat and tossing it aside.“Something’s definitely up.” She said, voice low and hoarse as she sat on the edge of the desk. “He’s too anxious and defensive to be innocent, but I couldn’t get a confession out of him.”Grace swept the loose strands of her pixie cut out of her eyes, disappointed but not surprised.“Don’t blame yourself, love. Confessing means losing his job–he’ll never do that.” She said, chewing on her lip.Celeste nodded. “What about you? Were you successful in persuading our clients to trust our br

Damien’s POV“Did you have to scream at her like that?” I demanded, storming into the nursery. “Celeste would never treat a child so abhorrently.”I stood beside Bonnie, a hand stroking her head, and glared at Vanessa. No one treated my princess like that.She opened her mouth to respond when her phone blared.“I need to take this,” she stammered, turning to leave the nursery.My eyes narrowed. Why couldn’t she answer it here? She’d been distracted and on edge throughout the gender reveal party.Was Vanessa hiding something?But then she stopped in her tracks and answered the call in the doorway, annoying me but putting my suspicions to bed.“Bon-Bon, don’t cry.” I murmured, kneeling to hug my sobbing daughter. “Auntie Vanessa just shouted at you. You’re alright.”She shook her little head.“No, Auntie Vanessa smacked me again.” She hiccuped. “Why is she the kindest mommy ever sometimes, but then other times she’s so mean?”I gritted my teeth in frustration. She had no fucking right

Ryan’s POV“Right this way, Mr. Edwards.” the Maître d’ said with a flourish of his hand.I followed him down a quiet hallway, lined on either side with French doors and exquisite oil paintings. The last thing I expected today was an invitation to a family dinner/lunch with my father. We weren’t exactly on the best of terms since I moved out.“Your private dining room.” the Maître d’ opened the doors and stood aside, bowing. “Please enjoy your visit, Mr. Edwards.”Maybe my father just wanted to thank me for looking after Molly while my brother was away on business. Maybe he wanted to strike my name from his will. Whatever it was, I wouldn’t back down, wouldn’t let him control my life.I focused on my posture, back straight, but shoulders relaxed and strode into the room. Relief washed over me when I saw he hadn’t arrived yet. Seated at the lavishly decorated table was my brother, sister-in-law, and–“Uncle Ry-Ry! You’re here!” Molly dashed off her seat and ran straight for me. “Rya

Celeste’s POVI clutched the satin handles of a Rosemary branded euro tote tightly in my hand as Grace and I followed the Maître d’ down a quiet hallway. My stomach was twisted in knots. This meeting was my last chance at salvaging my career.“Your private dining room, ladies,” the Maître d’ said, sliding open a set of doors. “Please–”The rest of his words were lost on me. A familiar, throaty chuckle made my head snap up and my heart stop.Ryan stood at the end of the hallway, holding his arm out to a woman who looked like she’d stepped off the cover of a magazine. She laughed at something and he gave her a dazzling, dimpled smile. They walked together, arm in arm, and I felt my heart crack.Knowing Ryan was dating someone else, and actually seeing him with another woman, were two completely different things. The confusing emotions I’d felt before became clearer, sharper. It was the fear, anger, and sadness of jealousy, and it was completely idiotic. We were nothing.“Celeste, wa

Third-Person POV“All men cheat, Celeste. It’s a simple, unavoidable aspect of male biology you can’t hold against me.” Damien’s sneer dripped with condescension. “The only mistake I’m guilty of is getting caught.”Celeste’s fist clenched around her bag of candied popcorn, spilling a rainbow of colors on the floor. She couldn’t comprehend how he always avoided accountability.“You’re vile,” she spat, body trembling with fury. “I’m thankful every day that I walked into that fitting room and found you with that whore.”He chuckled scathingly. “Because you think you’ll be happy with that poor boy, Ryan? You’re a fool if you believe he’ll be any different, sweetcheeks.”The image of Ryan walking arm in arm with that beautiful woman flashed through her mind. He couldn’t have cheated on her because they were only boss and assistant, Celeste knew that, and yet she still felt the deep ache of betrayal.“He’s nothing like you,” was all she could say.“Unfortunately for you, that’s too true.”